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piscesnebula2024-02-19 04:09 pm
memokeeper) wrote in piscesnebula2024-02-19 04:09 pm
memokeeper) wrote in piscesnebula2024-02-19 04:09 pm
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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."
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It's an interesting insight into a fractured mind. This can't be the first time that anybody has ever seriously flirted with the Ranger; she's a gorgeous woman, strength and power packed into the lean lines of her body, even her dangerous aura wouldn't keep all potential suitors at bay. But is it truly the first time she has wanted to cling to the memory of someone so tightly?
Did she never have a teenage crush, or the young love of a new adult? Has she never been in a relationship? Or did she have all of those things, and they've been forgotten in the black hole of her mind?
It's an awful thing, losing so much memory. So much of a unique, beautiful existence is lost.
"It's been a while since I manifested a physical form so readily," Black Swan replies, smiling as they continue to dance, their movements slower, now, steadier. "For my job, I mostly exist as a phantom. An idea. The body you're touching right now is merely a projection made real, temporarily. I don't often need to interact with the world so much, but... I find that experiencing things with you has made me want to be tangible and real for a moment."
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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.
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Oh, she could be crass if she wanted, and indulge in heavy innuendo, but she rather likes building things up like a crescendo in a piece of classic music. She likes the rising energy, the anticipation, the excitement. To be obvious would be doing away with a lot of that.
For a while, they just dance, and Black Swan delights in the feelings of closeness, of the warmth of Acheron's skin and the confidence of her hands. It's easy to get swept along with the music and the mood, and the beautiful woman in her arms. The lights have dimmed for this slower dance, and couples sway alongside them, each of them in their own worlds. Black Swan could cultivate a lot of pretty memories here; she may pluck one or two, later, of particular merit. But right now, her focus is on Acheron.
"I have a mind to treat you tonight," she says eventually. "If you could spare the time, obviously. I heard of a restaurant here held in particularly high esteem; would you care to dine with me?"
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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.
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There are many players on this stage of Penacony right now, but none are more special than Acheron. Black Swan knows it even as she knows nothing of what lays inside that head; she's going off of instinct, off of the story she's pieced together, off of the aura of power that surrounds the apparent Ranger. She's been following her trail for some time now, a wandering path all over the cosmos.
As the music shifts to the slow start of a tango, Black Swan's smile deepens.
"A bold dance. Do you know it?" she asks, even as the answer is evident, even as they begin to move together with confident steps. "Does the life of a Ranger often give you the opportunity to dance, or am I special?"
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So why, why can she not forget her? Her guard finds itself lowered, just enough in this closeness as they move. As she follows on instinct the movements here.
She doesn't know the dance the way others would, instead she goes off feeling from the atmosphere between them. Her hands in more intimate positions as if that was more natural. Natural to a being that shouldn't even be there as she lies so boldly on who she is. Harmony has no place for a monster like Acheron.
A being of Nihility who dances so closely with a woman of Remembrance. The question makes indeed her heart want to fly, she only has ever danced with her. Just her alone. No matter her steps at times going off rhythm a little, it was only her. "....I only ever have done this with you." She wants to, forever, as they move to this tempo before them deeper. Enraptured and falling, desiring. What has this woman done to her? She doesn't know nor does she want this to fade like everything else.