The way she winks is enough to tell her that much. There is more, even Acheron desires it as she plays this game with her. Dancing like lovers, the slow tempo naturally keeping her together. Swaying, their bodies close, and her hands comfortably keeping this gorgeous woman close to her. The emotions of it would make for something beautiful for Acheron to remember. The way her mind works, she would be able to call upon this memory with ease. Something that would not be lost in that depths of her minds endless vaults within it.
As the song eases into its end, she finds herself smiling just a little more. Another invitation, huh? "I'd love to." There is no question in that as the music shifts into something else. A tango. She can remember that then as the passion of it flares. The gentle start causing Acheron to stand ready with the Memokeeper in her care. She can do this too. Their own bubble, their own world, as the music begins to pick up the energy and tempo with her leading. Confidence showing in every step as the tones are more than enough to fill in how she should be moving.
Like lovers. Or perhaps like something more in the way Acheron looks at Black Swan. That endlessly deep gaze of hers unable to stop or unable to ever look away from her during this time in which they meet. Beautiful. Hauntingly so, knowing that her dreams at night have been full of the other woman. Chaste and not chaste as they keep filling that monochrome she is so very used to with purple hues. A silent wish within her, she wants that to stay.
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The way she winks is enough to tell her that much. There is more, even Acheron desires it as she plays this game with her. Dancing like lovers, the slow tempo naturally keeping her together. Swaying, their bodies close, and her hands comfortably keeping this gorgeous woman close to her. The emotions of it would make for something beautiful for Acheron to remember. The way her mind works, she would be able to call upon this memory with ease. Something that would not be lost in that depths of her minds endless vaults within it.
As the song eases into its end, she finds herself smiling just a little more. Another invitation, huh? "I'd love to." There is no question in that as the music shifts into something else. A tango. She can remember that then as the passion of it flares. The gentle start causing Acheron to stand ready with the Memokeeper in her care. She can do this too. Their own bubble, their own world, as the music begins to pick up the energy and tempo with her leading. Confidence showing in every step as the tones are more than enough to fill in how she should be moving.
Like lovers. Or perhaps like something more in the way Acheron looks at Black Swan. That endlessly deep gaze of hers unable to stop or unable to ever look away from her during this time in which they meet. Beautiful. Hauntingly so, knowing that her dreams at night have been full of the other woman. Chaste and not chaste as they keep filling that monochrome she is so very used to with purple hues. A silent wish within her, she wants that to stay.