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[sinaeter]

should your anger kill you, will you have regrets?

        "  My anger is not  mine  alone,  my anger is that of those who inhabited my home.  It's all of ours.     &.    it  BURNS    ....  "        There's a brief pause, gloved thumb rubbing over cool metal of Naught's handle;  Emanator fixates on the memories of friends, family    ...    her.  How she had  SLAIN  those she once loved, forced to turn her blade on each one who succumb to the demons. She failed in all her attempts, unable to  save  anyone, not even her own world.    &.    It's happening again, unable to change the course of fate. So, she sprints. Aiming toward anything she has even the  SLIGHTEST  chance of saving  -  But, this desperation    &.    rage continues to scorch her threads. Ever cut    &.    stab filled with a new born wrath than previously    ...    The bloodshed won't stop, it'll consume her soul  -  one clouded in despair, one she wants to remain  PURE.

        Lids close, she cannot look to the Expeditioner in her own eyes    &.    Acheron took a breath;        "  My only regret, should I die from this anguish    &.    suffering, is that I couldn't become strong enough to  save  them. I'll always remain a failure, even if I  do  save others.  "        Another pause    &.    snake like pupils reveal themselves, thunderstorms raging within irises;  they're locked on to Lune's. Un-moving.

        "  Sometimes I believe    ...    It should have been  me.  Had I died, IX wouldn't have had  ITS GAZE  on me    &.    made my life, my friend's lives, a living hell.  "

[sinaeter]

' I'm not trying to replace her, if that's what you're concerned about .. nothing will erase those memories the two of you shared. '

         "  I can hardly remember her anymore, Miss Swan.  "        Answer is dry, to the point. However, Emanator is full of  lies  in regards to the white haired girl she once studied alongside with. Amidst the shadows that cloud one's mind, those missing pieces of a puzzle    ...    she will always remain.  Clear as the bright blue sky that lingers above.    &.    lids close a moment, bringing gloved hand to place itself atop another    ...    she gently squeezes. There is  SORROW  seeping into her heart, brows crease as if refraining from letting  any tears  of crimson fall from such trauma filled eyes. Further pressure is applied now.

         "  I apologize if my actions or words have    ...    confused you, or created a situation I didn't intend. I don't  want  you as a replacer  -  I've always wanted you,  for you.  While I appreciate you in keeping my memories close to your own soul    ...    I wouldn't trade what  we share  for them. Ever.  "         Lids came open, looking at the gorgeous Memory Keeper just inches from each others faces. She lets herself take in that sight for a few moments, that which felt like  years.  She'd lean her forehead in, connecting to another    &.    letting arms loosely snake around her beloved.

         "  You're all I want    ...    despite everything. It'll always be  you.  "

[sinaeter]

please don't look at me like that.

         Brows arose, the Galaxy Ranger hadn't noticed her  uncomfortable  starring upon this individual. Not ill will had been intended, rather  curiosity  piques    &.    she clears her throat as lids flutter closed for a moment. Acheron's heard of others who dressed similarly to the other -  Guardians.  She'd surely thought them to be myths, legends, not ever having such an honor to actually  MEET  one. Let alone  stare  at one    ...    Posture shuffles, adjusting her stance    &.    giving a slight bow, apologetic in full.         ❛ ❛  Pardon me - I've not seen someone who looked like  you  before, despite my constant travels across the cosmos. I shouldn't have looked at you as if something were  wrong  in your appearance, apologies, Miss    ...  ?  ❜ ❜        An eye opens, looking upward into voided irises - Acheron merely thought this insect like woman to be  adorable  in all honesty. However, she wouldn't be so forward, as it seems she's already made this an  awkward  encounter as is.

[sinaeter]

please just kiss me, i can't stand it. - @kiaslana

                 ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.         /         kiana kaslana, @kiaslana.

         DESPERATION, a look all too  familiar  to the Aeon. Something  adored  by the Aeon. Brows knit, though not from a sort of  sadness, rather, her own wants for a kiss. Those feature soon soften upon their closeness, gloved hand coming to rest against the Herrscher's cheek - thumb brushing over soft lips    ...    subconsciously smiling at the very sight. However, her eyes began to prick with wetness - her bottom lip attempting to quiver, quick to bite at it    &.   relax. Their build up, it only intensifies when two crowns come to press against one another - breathing in each other's air for a moment. Acheron felt it, just how  eager  her beloved Moon is. Perhaps, this had just been a way of  teasing  further, trailing fingers to the nape of her neck    &.    tracing circles into the base.

        ❛ ❛  You only had to ask, my darling.  ❜ ❜         Whispered, yet sass is accompanied with it. Acheron can't help but emit a breathy laughter, bringing her head up    &.    firstly, placing a kiss to her partner's forehead. Again, to the bridge of her nose. Another, to each cheek. Finally, locking lips together, letting it linger a moment 'fore planting another    ...    gently biting at the lower lip, simultaneously opening up    &.    allowing tongues to dance together - twist unto one another. The Aeon's hand slide down their spine, pressing into Kiana's lower back, bringing her closer - skin to skin.

         Breaking away for a moment, there's a smirk accompanied on features;        ❛ ❛  Was that  satisfactory  to you?  ~  ❜ ❜        As brief as it is, being with this woman brought out the  childish  side to Acheron. A feeling of complete comfort, having no need to  hide  herself, rather to be in the moment in full. Even snickering a bit toward the end, placing another kiss to the corners of her partner's lower lip.

[sinaeter]

        Her precious trailblazer,  always so hasty with their time together, so eager to please. It's a cuteness she's not seen in  anyone  else, a cuteness she  longs  to see further - until their last breath. A walk along moonlit streets, star gazing into one another's eyes    &.    embracing the warmth of their palms - sounded like a dream coming to fruition. To feel nothing more than the vibrations of Stelle's angelic voice, is a true gift. With nothing else, other than the occasional sounds emit from natural life    ...    An Aeon looks forward to their next encounters  with villains, an excitement tied into  being with  her beloved. Fighting alongside each other, ensuring not a hair on that beautiful head even dare be touched - however, to see them  beaten    &.    bloodied  under that soft exterior - it sends a jolt just fantasizing about it. To have this chance at a tender touch, to aid her lover. To nurse the stellaron vessel back to normal health    ...    Nihility's sadistic side comes out, primarily, when it comes to this individual. She'd soon catch herself getting off track, within her mind, a breath taken    &.    refocusing her undivided attention to the silver haired trailblazer.

         ❛ ❛  A walk, it sounds nice. We've  a lot  to catch up on.  ❜ ❜         Fingers squeeze, creating friction between knuckles against their gloves as the first few steps are taken. Eyes which held  thunderstorms  itself reflect upon ones filled with gold - a brightly as the sun. It's true, the amount of time they could share would merely shorten in an instant had Acheron spoken up her adventures  in full.    &.    the snake provides a gentle smile, heels clicking against the surface beneath with every step - she began to speak again;          ❛ ❛  I did. I've succeeded in my mission - I'm sure you're  aware,  of the air that's intensified around us    ...    I wish I could admit to it being how  strongly  our passion is for each other, is the reasoning, but    ...    I've achieved in reaching  true  godhood.  ❜ ❜         Acheron continues - their embrace tightening 'round a bigger hand. She'd stop for a moment, resting a temple alongside the trailblazer's upper arm, she sighed.

         ❛ ❛  I had to endure something I'd never wish upon  anyone,  even my worst foe. A quick, silent death is a mercy in comparison to    ...    Ah, excuse me. I'm growing  emotional,  something I'm not used to anymore.  ❜ ❜         Acheron is known to keep her composure, however, finally becoming  ONE  with who she kept locked away    &.    achieving her place as the rightful Aeon of Nihility has caused her psychological state to go a bit    ...    untamed. 

         ❛ ❛  There's an unending  hunger  that resides, now. My taste has somewhat returned - I want to  eat everything.  From flesh to bone, from skin to core, from meat to marrow. It's an  agonizing  burden, Stelle. It does strike a bit of  fear  in me, especially when I'm around you again - I apologize if I'm a bit  OFF  occasionally.  ❜ ❜         The snake clears her throat, continuing on with their walk - examining the scenery in surrounding areas.

         ❛ ❛  Tell me, what's brought  you  to your current status? You've changed, too.  ❜ ❜

      TOO  MANY  ADVERSARIES  HAVE  COME  TO  FACE  THEM     in their adventures.    although none were ever too much for them to handle, stelle cannot help but grow weary at times.    there are moments where they lay,     HOPING,     dreaming that the days would become easier.    but alas, such things are never attained without first facing greater     TRIALS.    but at the end of the day, as long as they get to feel her     ---     her in her most supple form, with her lips on their cheek, her gaze affectionate,    &   her voice    SACCHARINE, they recognize that everything is worth it.    a satisfied sigh leaves them, like all worries are ebbed away into nothing.    melting into her hold, they merely nuzzle closer.

strange, despite how usually    ENERGETIC    they tend to be, they want to do nothing more than to rest here.    the aeon brings a sense of peace into them, weaving their entire being as if worries are a thing of yesterday.    exhaustion that     BRIMMED    their system dissipates.    with a soft exhale, trailblazer's warmth rests 'pon lips.    unafraid of fangs, unafraid of the maw that has claimed many, unafraid of this fondness that circulates between them.    

"  how does a walk sound  ?  "     like a dog, they offer.    it nothing   TOO   grand, but it is something that will separate them from the world.    in this small, selfish moment    -     they wish to sever themselves from people outside of this bond.    they wish to embed themselves by her side    &    talk.     be a     PART     of her world for a moment by learning her    ADVENTURES    and being further intertwined with her.    yes.    that sounds correct.

hand drifting from her arm, they take hold of her hand    -     stelle's own being   WARM,    vibrant with life.   rich with blood and the thirst to uncover what lies beneath.     her name falls from their lips, beautiful.     WELCOMING,   the voice of someone who feels like they have known you since forever ago.   

       "  have you found what you've been looking for ?  "

[sinaeter]

i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet. 

         Looks certainly deceive - someone coated in shades of blue, being one with an interest in flowers    &.    carrying the ruǎn wherever she may step    &.    orchestrating sweet melodies    ...    anyone would take her for a person of  gentleness,  no? Acheron's eyes close a moment, offering a nod, lips remain pressed in a thin line    &.    biting the inside. Lids open up again, slits looking over the patches    &.    needles inserted into her veins for  testing  purposes, gazing amongst the scientist's technology almost in awe.        ❛ ❛  I thought nothing, Miss Mei.  ❜ ❜        A lie, of course, it's to keep this  relationship  strictly professional    &.    non personal. The Aeon offered her services to this woman, willingly allowing herself to be subjected to whatever  fucked up  examinations are to come - though, not without a bit of fun. There's not much else to do now, other than claiming her own Emanators    &.    aiding the Astral Express where needed. The Memory Keeper had her own goals to reach    &.    adventures to go on, finding a common interest among the Astral Crew - now, only lays Ruan Mei    &.    a serpent she's become fond of    -    for the possibility of immortality.

         ❛ ❛  You're surely determine, aren't you? What if you  can't achieve  what you're looking for? Not that I've any doubts - immortality  isn't  something you want, Miss Mei. Trust me. It doesn't come without consequences    ...    Especially when you've�� barely  anything much to live  FOR.  ❜ ❜         Words carry on, watching the brunette do her thing - writing on a clip board, examining blood cells under a stethoscope. Brows raise, silence rang louder than the words previously spoken. Acheron anticipated the other's reasoning - to hear her thoughts. Clicking her tongue while another syringe drew the pooling red into its contents - it's obvious that the answer is buried deep within the Aeon's veins. Technology's come a  long  way, there's no doubt that someone,  SOMEWHERE,  has achieved the impossible. Acheron truly believes this woman to be more than capable. She merely doesn't wish the same curse on someone else, especially someone she's grown  fond  of.

[sinaeter]

may i have permission to bounce on it, miss acheron.

         ❛ ❛  Ah - Ahem    ...    Of course, my love. You needn't ask, you know.  ❜ ❜

[sinaeter]

                 ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑.       /       @jndo sent;    "I  can  smell  the  blood."

        HUNGER, aching, overwhelming - A void that  cannot be filled  by normal means. The belly of the beast feasts, devouring these  ETHEREALS  do not satiate what the Aeon seeks. They are but an  appetizer,  ripping the flesh from bone with one's maw - cracking bones beneath tight grips    &.    drinking spinal fluid. It's interesting, these creatures. Their anatomy is similar to that of human beings upon the surface - however, underneath, they are no different from  ANIMALS. They are not gods. Merely disgusting organisms that plague this world - Acheron planned to  EAT THEM ALL.

        Ear twitched at the sound of  her  voice, foul ichor dripping from  ITS  mouth. Features remain neutral, rather than the typical  deranged  mask upon a rabid life forms face -  IT  stays lax. Rising to  ITS  feet, head turns ever slightly, enough to peak over at the  little mouse  behind. Eyes of similar crimson focus, blurred vision    &.    the ringing of ears soon fade, soon clear. Naught remain in  ITS  grip, blade tip resting along painted gravel    ...

        IT SPOKE,        “  I was    ...    starving.  ”       

[sinaeter]

        YOU DID THIS.  Losing control. Letting your  new found prowess  consume    &.    cloud your mind. Unable to control such  OVERWHELMING  emotions, like a new born  child.  The ascended  GOD  with burnt wings, fallen into a pit of nothingness - it should've been  you.  You don't deserve this, you don't deserve  her.  You never will!         Those voices grew louder,  consuming  ITS  conscious. Being back on their old world, their childhood home - now burnt down, only remains of the dead    &.    rubble from destroyed buildings covered this dreaded wasteland. Eyes of  FIRE  look over their very existence, terribly memories of  LOSS    &.    HEARTACHE  swarming  ITS  soul - however, it's washed away, grounded, returned to the Earth beneath their feat    ...    with the gentle touch of lover. Acheron desperate grapples it, holding firm    &.    keeping close;  IT  nods, the silence is deafening.

         After some time, the Aeon takes a few more moments 'fore speaking - eyes pierce their surroundings, casting out over the  broken field  where the pair once attended school together. Left behind a pit of destruction, a sea of  sorrows    &.    stained a faded, darken red from previous slaughter. Acheron's choker, it holds a scar from a  fatal wound  from lover's own powers - power lines still dangle, twisted    &.    by some strange miracle, leave behind flicks of electricity. This gated rooftop    ...    metal is shattered, torn apart. Their clothes  ITS  teenage years scattered along stripped ends.

        Finally, words arose - softly, firmly. Without stuttering, mumbling,  trembling.  IT  keeps composure, collected.        “  Yes. We    ...    had our differences here. You were always trying to be the  martyr  of our world. You wouldn't let me help you - you wouldn't let anyone    ...  ”        Sentence cut short, teeth began to grind    &.    click together. A tense jaw. Clenches firsts upon some steps taken,  IT  puts distance betwixt pair.  ITS  ears ring, too many memories, too many  feelings  rush, all part of this  ASCENSION  to become something more, more than anything humanely possible.    &.    IT  has beloved back, at the end of this  dreadfully numbing  journey    ...    IT  has  her  back.

       “  Kiana. How much of this  do  you remember? What's the  last  thing you can recall?  ”

VISITED: kiana & acheron visit Izumo, what is left of it, during the ascended aeon verse.

You can't remember , can you ? It's all so familiar , your heart ACHES as she knew it would , but ... you do not understand why . What guilt this brings you — she watches expectantly , no doubt hoping everything will flood back ...

You wish it would . Impatience only serves to anger , hindering any chance there may be .

A hand extends , brushes 'gainst Acheron's finger . Kiana turns gaze towards the sky , eyes stinging the moment she gains the strength to shake her head .

' ... I should know this , shouldn't I ? '

[sinaeter]

i’m here for your entertainment. 

         ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. .         /         celesia, @swahnn.

         THE VIPER CIRCLES THE SWAN,    always so  keen  on a particular memory keeper. She speaks of being that who  entertains,  however is she not the one entertained? Their gaze always meet, locked on,  taken away  by a sea of stars - no matter how far    &.    wide each other's presences may be, one full of such thunderous fury found it's way to the calm of a sunset. Brows crease,  focused,  crown tilts downward    &.    Acheron remains in her serious nature    ...    Another step forward, still residing in a puppy love state,  unable to shake the butterflies that consume the beast's belly. Despite being something with a  cold exterior,  somehow, warmth found it's way to the surface. Hand adorned in the head of a head, cool steel came to meet with leather - fingers entwining. Previous fixated sight droops to their shared palms, only for a moment    &.    eyes of violet flick back.

         ❛ ❛  You  always  find me. I'd guess you're  bored  without me?  ❜ ❜         Inquiry toward beloved bird brought about a faint blush to cheeks - releasing her hold    &.    taking a step back, that hand now coming to place itself over her mouth.    FLUSTERED.    Acheron takes another step, facing away in attempts to hide the embarrassment.

[sinaeter]

Hello, Miss Acheron. I noticed your birthday is listed in your records as today, and deemed it appropriate to offer you a birthday cake upon your next visit. Please let me know before your next visit to allow proper preparation time.

    ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒.         /         Doctor Mei 👩‍⚕️, @ruaimei.

        The sound of vibration almost  startles  the emanator - truly, it's just barely reached midnight    &.    she's received a block of text. It's not  so much  as a disturbance as one may've thought, rather a surprise. Acheron's texts remain dull; lacking of interaction, as she  rarely  reaches out, aside from special occasions. Such as sharing photos to the Astral Crew, or to ask questions if necessary. However, this isn't a response received to anything she's messaged prior - instead, to her surprise it's a    ...    birthday wish?  Of sorts. How long has it been? Decades? Since  properly  celebrating? Her birth year is vaguely remembered - recalling a hazy image of a white haired girl, the two surrounded by    ...    old friends. This recollection came with  heartache,  emptiness. Something she'd not wish to linger on - instead, bringing her attention back to the dim lit screen of her smartphone. Acheron re-reads the words, over    &.    over. Something so minuscule to her, yet endearing.

         After a few moments of silence, fingertips tap along the letters scattered in a keyboard - carefully replying, as her words oft' come off  uninterested    &.    straightforward. Texting isn't of her strong suit, anyway    ...    however, she's sure to leave an emoji at the very end, in attempts to lighten the mood of it.

                            [TEXT: Dr. Mei]    //    It is a bit late, isn't it? I am surprised you're awake... to ask me this. I have a hard time tasting most things these days, you know -

                            [TEXT: Dr. Mei]    //    It is appreciated, I mean. Sorry.

                            [TEXT: Dr. Mei]    //    I will be by in the morning. Thank you, Miss Ruan Mei.

                            [TEXT: Dr. Mei]    //    Ah, btw. Do you mind if I play with your cat cakes? For a little bit. I've grown fond of them in recent visits. They're noises are... cute... 🐈

                            [TEXT: Dr. Mei]    //    IMAGE LINK.

         As messages are swiftly sent back, it's something Acheron can't seem to get off her mind, now. Perhaps it's the build up of excitement in one's chest    ...    It would be a moment before she's able to compose herself, relaxing her heart rate back to normal    &.    waiting for a response. The emanator can't help but  overthink  the texts, regardless of attempting to come across  grateful,  there is this nagging feeling that she didn't sound as  enthused  as she should've been.

         ❛ ❛  ...    Get a grip.  ❜ ❜         Words hushed to herself, out of frustration.

[sinaeter]

stares at. your beauty rivals the heat of houndoom's flames. please go out with me.

         ❛ ❛  An interesting remark,  one upheld in such  uniqueness  in comparison to those who try to achieve my blessing   ...  ❜ ❜        The metal claw hand taps at Naught's hilt, it's inevitable, Acheron  indeed  cracked a smile. One formed in sweetness, yet masking an embarrassment felt in the woman's duality of a compliment    &.    question.

         ❛ ❛  I suppose you've a chance - Take me out for desserts, I may accept your demands.  ❜ ❜

[sinaeter]

         Despite an empty void of emotion that continues to reside in one such individual - kindness isn't entirely foreign. Their personalities are polar opposite; one with such a range of warmth    &.    another, one so  cold    &.    distant    ...    However, the Emanator is no  fool  to where someone's hurting. Filled with sorrow - it's not so  uncommon  it's of her own volition, either. Her own sigh - one of guilt, escapes throat    &.    then there is the slightest  GLIMMER  in slit eyes, watching fairy perk up    &.    struggle so to fight back the craving. As they examine it    &.    bite into such delicacy, Acheron can't help but  envy  her little winged friend. It is a curse, this destiny, to take the  flavor  upon taste buds away. Everything seemingly  dull,  tasting like cement. Aside from peaches, aside from the sweet, relishing flavor of  ichor.  If Navi were to know of this - surely, her opinion might change. She may be so  unwilling  to help her in her long travels    ...    a secret to keep locked away, likely for all of the existence of time.

        ❛ ❛  It is no trick, Miss Navi.  ❜ ❜         Firm, yet taking a more  gentle  approach - continuing to watch as their friend looked over the item with such nervousness. To ensure her seriousness with this  truce,  Acheron takes a bite herself - as terrible tasting as it were. The small mouth fulls are swallowed, even creating a dramatic  gulp,  her attempts at creating a smile upon such a small face.

        ❛ ❛  Ah - our  truce  being we remain allies - comrades. Rather than become ill willed over misunderstandings.  ❜ ❜        Even though this  misunderstanding  had been the Emanator's fault - she's willing to discard such pride, admit to it, seek out the assistance of another. Regardless if this may be the fairy's  job  or not, she's putting her full trust into this individual. How could she not?  SHE IS ALONE HERE.  Any familiarity in friends, family,  foes  is long lost to the cosmos. Another rinse    &.    repeat of a new world    ...    although, there is  always purpose  to her adventuring. Be it may, those memories lacking the key.

        ❛ ❛  I    ...    didn't quite ask for your help. Yet you gave it. For that? I am indebted to you. Until the end, or until you don't wish me to be. Does this answer suffice?  ❜ ❜

“ so, how about a truce, then? ”

she had a list of taunts and names she had been called by the other fae of the lost woods — annoying, emotional, stubborn, loud… just to list a few. navi fiddled with her thumbs, the faint glow of her skin illuminating her spot on the cheese wheel. she could’ve just let her get lost.

she didn’t need to help her at all, but that’d be a disservice of her character, of her purpose of a navigator. what type of fairy would she be if she couldn’t carry out a single task?

her gaze flit towards the embers, and a breath tucked itself into her chest, not responding to the other’s words. perhaps if she were to display more anger, she’d feel even more guilty.

navi’s arms crossed over herself, hugging her small body. maybe it was best for her to just leave entirely. she wouldn’t be a bother to acheron any longer than she already has been. heat crawled behind her eyes, and her chest tightened. damnit. of course she was also cursed with being as empathetic as she was. just proving the points made by so many others :

“ an overly emotional fairy is a stupid one. ”

then the sight of the cheese in her peripheral caught the winged one’s eye. resist the temptation , navi! a beat of silence before she took the small serving. a quick look over, and a skeptical glance towards acheron again.

⠀ ❝ is this a trick? it feels like a weird one if that’s the case. ❞ she hesitantly brought the piece to her lips, whispering a quick thank you doing so. ❝ what type of truce? ❞

there was no use in denying her of speech any longer. it did no one good, clearly.

[sinaeter]

" i feel emptier inside. " ( from lierre, masked fool verse. <3 )

      ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.         /         lierre, @ofinflorescence.

         SUCH FAMILIARITY IN EMOTIONS,  Acheron felt all too well. Traversing the cosmos  alone,  but not until meeting her current friends    &.    lovers - fulfilling that sense of emptiness. Though,  The Masked Fools,  they've their own agendas to self fulfill - consumed by their own wants for adrenaline, for attention,  FOR A CHAOTIC END.  A trend the self-annihilator had no interest in, aside from putting an  end  to it    ...    restoring peace where it may need. However, this man seemed to be a  special case,  in comparison to the few Fools she's met previously. His demeanor    &.    personality quickly became someone of interest; wishing to invade their bubble further. All the while keeping a  safe    &.    respectful  distance - rather to observe. The river of sorrow doesn't wish for the other to feel such  shame    &.    absence of light; so, hands clasp together. Once, twice, thrice    ...    creating a slow clap, a gentle smile, despite the others in this crowd of Penacony to seem disinterested    &.    walk away.

        It's the  least  she could do, in hopes to be of some aid in this time.

         ❛ ❛  You cannot let the  masses  effect your ego so deeply.  How else  are you supposed to continue on with the show?  ❜ ❜         Words come out seemingly cold, distant, accompanied by a nod of acknowledgement. An attempt at encouragement - despite it being one of Acheron's more  lacking  skills, at the moment. For now, she emerges from the remainder of this  sad  crowd, to approach the Fool. Slit eyes examined the spectral puppets, amazement  fills  those pupils - truly intrigued by this man. She'd hope to find some decent entertainment within Penacony's dreamscape - somewhat of a vacation, to get away from her  never ending journey  to slay IX. Every warrior needed their rest, their bit of fun, before attaining something that was  STOLEN  in her previous era, no?

         ❛ ❛  Instead of  sulking,  perhaps revise your methods - practice makes perfect, after all. Besides, you've yet to found the crowd you're looking for.  ❜ ❜

[sinaeter]

don't leave me.

         "  We are  bound  to each other by body    &.    soul for all eternity. I shall be at your  every  beck    &.    call. I'll never leave you, Kiana.  "

[sinaeter]

if you love me, say it. please. - @swahnn

                 ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.         /         celesia, @swahnn.

        Love.  It exists. It's there.  But, only a faint, fleeting feeling of what once was.  Acheron holds great adoration for her Memory Keeper - she  does  have this unbreakable attachment. She'd trade  NOTHING  to replace what the pair share. She's willing to self annihilate  beyond comprehension,  if it means announcing her undying, never ending  DEVOTION  for Black Swan.    &.    so, hands come to take another's in her own; cool steel grazing over shining leather. Their voice, it's soothing as it always is. Sounds that naturally calmed the storm swirling deep inside - it's hard not  to stretch a smile 'cross one's face. Irises, which held roaring thunders, linger upon succulent skin. Bringing themselves to connect with ones such as sunsets, albeit slowly, building tension.  Full of entire endearment.

        “  I do. I hold an amount of  worship  for you. So much so, you'd likely never understand.  ”        Love.  It exist.    &.    it  is  there.  However, she doesn't  SPEAK  it. Rather, acknowledging that the emotion lingers, that it's mutual. Her smile is no longer as wide as it once were, a bit more subtle    &.    neutral now. Those same irises, with such piercing snake-like pupils drift away. The hand held is brought toward maw, lips purse    &.    press into what little expose skin there is.

        Heart thumps, harder with each pulse.  Love is there.  It exists. But, she cannot speak it - for it's something that is merely a  fleeting feeling  of once was.