i saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon [ acheron + black swan ]

[memokeeper]

i spoke about wings, you just flew

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[memokeeper]

Black Swan's smile turns sly, but she just winks, and says nothing.

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?"

[untohell]

Oh.

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.

[memokeeper]

The acceptance of her proposal makes Black Swan smile, an edge of satisfaction in it.

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?"

[untohell]

Of course Acheron saw no reason to deny it. The proposal was every bit something she desired knowing she felt something far stronger than before. Nothing could compare as her heart feels as if it beats faster; emotions that once were fading away now there. Demanding, craving, as she wants this warmth. The sight of her does things she can't even describe.

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.