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]

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.