The only other person who has this honor is gone, vague memories of time spent on a journey that would end one and leave the other no longer who she once was. Happy smiles, laughter and gentle tones. A fire roaring as they surprisingly would roast marshmallows.
Sadly this memory does not resurface if any at all. However, she must admit attraction is interesting. Acheron is beautiful and she knows it; there was little else it does when those who tried did not stay. She didn't feel this sudden spark specifically with them, she felt nothing except brief fleeting moments of a smile, the faces of the women were forgotten, their voices faded as though they were never there.
Young love, teenage crushes, if any existed for her she knew not. Instead she looks upon this beautiful yet gorgeous woman like she's seen in ages for the first time her heart. Her heart beats faster, her mind fights against the black hole to cling. All to a Memokeeper. Another Emanator like her but not like her.
As they carry on this dance she only finds she's falling deeper. How far can this woman take her into an embrace only they would know? Acheron can't say. She only hopes that this feeling never leaves, the beauty of the warmth of it.
The joy as she listens, were she still normal she likely would have blushed. The Ranger can feel that much so instead she smiles. "I see...." she starts, her arms soon properly going around Black Swan in this slow dance of the heart in their little moment. "I'm honored, Memokeeper, is there anything else you wish to feel tonight together with me?" Whatever else there is then Acheron would surely grant it.
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Sadly this memory does not resurface if any at all. However, she must admit attraction is interesting. Acheron is beautiful and she knows it; there was little else it does when those who tried did not stay. She didn't feel this sudden spark specifically with them, she felt nothing except brief fleeting moments of a smile, the faces of the women were forgotten, their voices faded as though they were never there.
Young love, teenage crushes, if any existed for her she knew not. Instead she looks upon this beautiful yet gorgeous woman like she's seen in ages for the first time her heart. Her heart beats faster, her mind fights against the black hole to cling. All to a Memokeeper. Another Emanator like her but not like her.
As they carry on this dance she only finds she's falling deeper. How far can this woman take her into an embrace only they would know? Acheron can't say. She only hopes that this feeling never leaves, the beauty of the warmth of it.
The joy as she listens, were she still normal she likely would have blushed. The Ranger can feel that much so instead she smiles. "I see...." she starts, her arms soon properly going around Black Swan in this slow dance of the heart in their little moment. "I'm honored, Memokeeper, is there anything else you wish to feel tonight together with me?" Whatever else there is then Acheron would surely grant it.