Were there one thing she plans on, she intended to watch her back if that Stellaron Hunter makes himself known again. Fighting him was not easy. The heat aside, she almost had to draw her blade against him fully; a dangerous prospect since if unfortunate, Acheron would not remember what has happened after nor where, if not how, she got there again.
A small blessing is that despite the large confusion in her own obtainment of IX's gaze, she is fortunate to have a difficult mind to crack. Hard to see into, to perceive fully unless somehow the Ranger opens it up. Not just to herself but to Black Swan, although she would not be sure if such a thing can happen. In how she's forgotten most of her life there was little hope in such an endeavor.
And even then, she would feel terrible if the Memokeeper becomes lost in that hell she calls her own head. Perhaps a reason why she wouldn't dare want to face her. Having actual company is....pleasant. So very much so, to the point she would find adjusting back to being alone as being difficult as she's considered earlier.
"Then eventually." A promise, a faint smile and everything given. It was interesting relearning emotions, everything that goes with it, after spending so much time alone, so long of it trying to clutch tightly on to this feeling. "I don't give my word lightly."
The slow and intimate tone of this next song causes Acheron to dance closely with her. An unexpected shift as the intimacy in this moment with gentle swaying, hands upon one another down to the thought again being there. Of that kiss she gave her; by all means she wonders to herself how that helped her. The memory and impressions of everything rarely sticks the way this did between them. "....I must confess, I never knew that I could want so strongly to never forget someone."
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A small blessing is that despite the large confusion in her own obtainment of IX's gaze, she is fortunate to have a difficult mind to crack. Hard to see into, to perceive fully unless somehow the Ranger opens it up. Not just to herself but to Black Swan, although she would not be sure if such a thing can happen. In how she's forgotten most of her life there was little hope in such an endeavor.
And even then, she would feel terrible if the Memokeeper becomes lost in that hell she calls her own head. Perhaps a reason why she wouldn't dare want to face her. Having actual company is....pleasant. So very much so, to the point she would find adjusting back to being alone as being difficult as she's considered earlier.
"Then eventually." A promise, a faint smile and everything given. It was interesting relearning emotions, everything that goes with it, after spending so much time alone, so long of it trying to clutch tightly on to this feeling. "I don't give my word lightly."
The slow and intimate tone of this next song causes Acheron to dance closely with her. An unexpected shift as the intimacy in this moment with gentle swaying, hands upon one another down to the thought again being there. Of that kiss she gave her; by all means she wonders to herself how that helped her. The memory and impressions of everything rarely sticks the way this did between them. "....I must confess, I never knew that I could want so strongly to never forget someone."