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[memokeeps]

you are the forbidden desire that lingers in the back of my mind .

[memokeeps]

Black Swan knows about the challenge he faces when it comes to comfort and yet, his words still provide her a solace unlike any other. Was it the tone or smoothness of his voice? Or was it the fact he mentioned that she was allowed to rest? Either way, the tall woman melts at the suggestion. Her cool demeanor falters and she allows herself the moment of rest he suggested. His words have an effect that can't be denied. The tense muscles she held clenched finally relax.

Dozens of memories beg to be collected, but in this fleeting, hurried moment she stops. Black Swan takes a seat as she looks off into the distant night sky. What a time to meet. The breeze was becoming chilly, a signal of the winter to come. Twilight colored eyes get lost in the gleam of old stars. Her hair plays with the wind, dancing with it as she takes a deep breath. ❝ Will you stay here? Please? Just a bit longer. ❞ There was a part of her that hated that she sounded as if was begging, but it was difficult to hide the truth sometimes. Maybe, she was begging. Perhaps, she'd find herself lucky and he'd agree to her silly, childish request.

@memokeeps  :  "  i'm  tired  of  pretending  everything's  okay  when  it's  clearly  not.  "

rèn  doesn't  know  how  to  respond.  as  far  back  as  he  can  remember,  comforting  others  (  or,  even  himself  )  has  never  been  a  task  that  he  excelled  at.  distractions  got  him  through  most  days.  when  that  was  not  enough,  he  found  himself  lost  in  the  mara,  unaware  of  what  was  happening  outside  of  the  dark  cage  that  is  his  mind.  "  then,  stop  pretending.  "  straight-forward,  bordering  on  harsh  bluntness,  the  stellaron  hunter  glances  at  her.  his  expression  remains  still,  unchanging,  like  a  frigid  winter's  day.  "  ..  if  you're  tired,  rest.  "  voice  becomes  softer  then,  brows  knitted  slightly.  "  there  is  no  one  else  here  ..  " 

[memokeeps]

hello valuable humans. i hope you’re all well. writing resumes for me soon as my finals are over. 🩷

[memokeeps]

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

Her heart may have just skipped a beat at the question. Of all the things he could have asked for, this was definitely the last thing she would have imagined. Rosy lips turn upwards into a small, little smile that she directs towards him. Black Swan is pleased by the question. Would he be pleased by the answer? They would soon find out. Black Swan approaches him, arms resting around his neck. Her body pressed tightly against his. "I've seen your dance moves before. You can take the lead, this once." A giggle jumps from her mouth as she falls in line with his steps. They move with perfect synchronization, almost as if they were meant to dance long before this. Moments pass as they cover the floor with spins and twirls, a dip or two. She finds herself resting more against him, her head on his chest as she enjoys the activity. This would be a memory she would keep, untouched and untainted. "What made you want to dance?" She can't help, but ask. Sure, she could look to the future and find out his likely scheme, but that would ruin the present moment, wouldn't it? A soft sigh of contentedness is heard from the memokeeper as their heartier waltz slows to a mere couple's dance. Her eyes close as she savors the moment and the smell of expensive cologne.

@aventvrina

[memokeeps]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[memokeeps]

I got her, yatta!!!💜

[memokeeps]

Foresight could only take someone so far. There were many paths a single future could take. In this instance, the memokeeper simply wanted an excuse to talk with the Fool. The two had something brewing between them, unidentifiable and strong. Though, to someone standing on the outside, they would seem like bickering lovers or people who just needed to confess and get it over with. Unfortunately, time is a harsh mistress and there was a fly in the soup -- Acheron. Black Swan had made the choice merely out of curiosity. Someone like her shouldn't exist and yet here she is, prancing about Penacony as if she owned the place. Even a dance to try and seek out the truth from her landed the memokeeper in the void that was IX. It had frightened her. Traumatized her. She was dangerous. Too dangerous to be left alone. There was only one choice left. So with all her gall, Black Swan reached out to the one person who could perhaps enlighten her the most about what was happening. "What if I did? Are we not prone to make mistakes? Although, you must be thinking that I should have known better due to my abilities. I have to tell you, that I reached out to the future, hers especially, and found myself almost entombed. Tell me, little lady. What do you know?"

Humming along, Sparkle hopped around the streets in a good mood before she was stopped by a familiar voice. It wasn't a surprise that the Memokeeper would seek her out after all that had happened. A lot of plans were unfolding, ones the Fool was well-aware of, but of course there were people who wished to find out the truth themselves. The ones who were left in the dark and were mere side-characters. But that was okay. They were necessary and had their own moments to shine.

"I have an endless amount of stories I could tell you." She smiled and placed her hands on her sides. It was funny to see someone like Black Swan try to find the answers when she could already see so much. Even to her, knowledge was still limited.

"But what about that dance partner of yours? Did you find out you're not the perfect match after all?" She couldn't deny that it was disappointing the Memokeeper chose the Galaxy Ranger over her but it had its own merits.

[memokeeps]

Arms cross over her chest as her hip sticks out, weight shifting on one of her legs. The memokeeper appears to have a calculating expression on her soft features. Several thoughts swim in her mind as she tries to play her cards carefully. She is aware that the wrong move will take her to places where memories cease to be. That would be a nightmare for her. An index finger comes up to her chin, tapping at the skin rhythmically as a tune is hummed from her lips. Black Swan is thinking hard, playing chess with all the expertise she can muster.

Once she finds an answer, a happy melody is born. Black Swan leans forward, confidence found. "Hm, hmmm! The price is no problem to me. The future begs for a little nudge in help and you're the one with the most ease to do it. So, name your price. I'll arrange it, if it's reasonable. Though, even that can be... discussed." Her voice is sharp and to the point. Clearly, the woman is a shrewd negotiator and unwilling to have any deviations in whatever plot she's currently brewing. Perhaps, it was her foresight that makes her so determined or the fact that she's aware of Sparkle's moves. Either way, she wants to make sure the strings she plucks are not disturbed.

     Due to getting himself familiar with a planet believed to be lost to the Eternal Freeze, the types of individualizes he'd become acquainted with varied greatly from those far more formidable. Even those that might not be particularly special, but their technology far outpaced that of what's found in Belobog. What he continues to owe his success  &&  adaptability to is silver tongue  &&  getting a good read on people. Observation rather powerful, revealing little but speaking a lot to gain some form of comfortability. 

     It had seemed to work in his first encounter with the Memokeeper. Avoidance discreet, playing along when necessary, but bearing teeth when his ego decided to peak out. He'd merely been a side character in Sparkle's short play, there to spice things up  &&  guide the participant when needed. Oh, but he should've known he was playing with fire. The straight man in a comedy that almost stuck to his role a little too faithfully as he does not rest upon the same branch his fellow Fool sits.

     How lucky for him that the soothsayer graces his presence once more here in the land of dreams. Perhaps this is his sign that he's overstayed his welcome. Reservations aside, he gives a smile. Laughter in his mind tinges his senses. Ah... Then this must be the right move, he'll permit himself the joy of what this conversation brings.  ❝ Miss Black Swan, we meet again !  ❞  An added chuckle to cover up any nervousness.  ❝ A deal... Well, either way, help or information will cost you. ❞

[memokeeps]

It had been a delightful way to destress... or so she thought. Black Swan was motivated to perform this tango with Acheron to learn more about her. Perhaps, have a chance to plunder and analyze the memories she holds hidden between steel chains. She got her wish, for sure. Those tarnished, painful glimpses of a void so large and consuming, they frightened her. She had never gotten so close to the brink of annihilation in the mind of someone else. This served to have her suspicion grow like wild weeds. There was something not right about that woman. Still, the night was beginning to end and the galaxy ranger decided to call it quits. The timing was almost perfect as the memokeeper had found something new to keep her busy. During vigorous movements, she happened to lock eyes with a familiar beast. One that had spent a decent amount of time watching them.

His scent was one she could never forget, granted that was her duty in life, to mark the unknown as known. Once the galaxy ranger left, Black Swan began her next search, her next project. Years might have passed since their last rendevouz, but she knew how he operated. Old habits die hard for old friends or so they say. She happens upon him in an hour. She didn't struggle in finding him at all. He seemed perfectly satisfied while eating stolen goods, a smirk of amusement on his face. Gloved fingers began to flutter in the air as she moved closer towards him. "How long were you planning to watch?" It was a genuine question. In fact, part of her wondered how much he DID see. He did have a habit of placing his paws where they didn't belong. She had been his benefactor previously, saving him from some unsavory situations that his fiesty self had gotten into. "Now, do you want to talk about your little plan or is reminiscence what you're after? I can certainly go for some lighter memories and better times."

All that glimmers , is not gold .

A simple saying that he'd learned the meaning of many , many centuries ago , and one whose meaning still rang true to this day . Especially now , as he bided his time on this planet of dreams , festivities , and reverie . Waiting patiently for his next opportunity ... and for her to find him .

Penacony . A world that during his time , he'd only ever known it to be a prison . A world meant to contain , punish , and torture the enemies of the IPC . The enemies of the Amber Lord .

There'd never before been any reason for Kurama to even glance towards the direction of this planet . No relics to steal , no hordes of credits to plunder , nothing of value resided in Penacony at the time ... but now ? It felt as though everything had seemingly changed overnight .

This planet that was once built upon jail cells , prisons , and shackles had seemingly replaced it's troubled past for gilded doors , marble palaces , and the very best in luxury that one's credits could buy in the Galaxy .

Were the Penacony of old like this ? There was no doubt in his mind that he'd have come to pay this planet a visit sooner .

While he'd understood the explanation that had been given aboard the Astral Express to Shuichi and the rest of the crew prior to arrival , if only partially so . That didn't change either his or Shuichi's suspicions that there was more to Penacony's transformation that meets the eye . Such a drastic change , no matter the credits , could not happen so easily . Nor could all traces of the planet's past be scrubbed clean in just one night .

If he didn't know any better , based on what he could sense , feel in the air around him ? It felt like this was perhaps a focusing point for The Harmony . It felt as if Xipe themselves were hanging in the air . A feeling that caused the ends of his white fur to bristle , standing on end before he turned his attention towards the food , drinks , and snacks he'd swiped off the street vendors .

Even in this form ? His centuries of skill in the art of theft still carried him through . Stealing from them had been easy , and as he awaited her company . He'd begin to casually sniff what he'd stolen .

He didn't care much for the food itself . She could have that . He was more so interested in the Soul Glad soft drinks that were constantly being advertised to the masses . The image of the bottle plastered on store fronts , walking billboards , signs . Seemingly everywhere , almost as much as that singer was . Robin .

Popping off the cap of one of the bottles with his fangs , he's sniff the bottle a few times over before gripping the opening with his teeth , drinking a bit , before setting it back down .

Cleaning off one of his paws with a few licks .

Not bad . Not great either .

He'd take tea with ginger , or a bowl of warm congee with honey any day .

At the moment , Kurama had decided to make himself home far above the streets of Penacony . A balcony overlooking the rest of the world that moved beneath him . Even though he didn't feel threatened in walking the streets , there was admittedly too much of a risk in doing so .

Not because he feared the bloodhounds , no . They were just humans serving the families that administered Peancony's daily functions . It was because of the very people , the guests that walked those streets , that he took such caution while moving among them .

The Masked Fools , The Garden of Remembrance , The IPC's Gambler , and that Galaxy Ranger ... Acheron .

The smell of dried blood seemed to follow her , no matter where she went . With a sense of smell as honed as his ? Washing away such a stench wasn't an easy task .

A revelation that she must certainly have also learned , rather intimately so , during her dance with that the supposed Galaxy Ranger . He'd caught the memokeeper's eye after the dance , her expression alone enough to solidify his suspicions to be wary of the Ranger but he wasn't going to risk approaching her then so they could talk .

He also wasn't going to make it easy for the memokeeper to find him as he was keeping his presence suppressed for aforementioned reasons , but given that they were acquainted with one another he trusted that she was certainly familiar enough with his thought processes on how he'd navigate this carefully constructed world . She'd know where to look .

@memokeeps

[memokeeps]

"You know, it wasn't too long ago when me wearing a sexy outfit would get an immediate response from you."

He was right. It had been a long time since she had spoken out about him, thrilled that intimacy would be happening. Her mind had been taken apart by worries lately. So many plots to keep track of... She had grown neglectful. Her chest twists with a pang of pain. How could she have done so? How could the tides of the future taken her so far that her gaze on the present had faltered? The shame she feels. The memokeeper takes a deep breath as she saunters over to the shorter man. Her eyes hold the pain of sincerity in them. Furrowed brows drive the punchline home.

"My apologies. It seems that I've been too focused on the wrong things lately. Have I made you feel so unimportant to me? How can I make it up to you?"

Her voice is a silken lullaby. There's no threat of lies here. She weaves those for her targets and he had ceased to be one long ago. He was her cherished one, the only person worth keeping in memory until her own dissolving into time.

@aventvrine

[memokeeps]

…❓

[memokeeps]

WHEN YOU ACCIDENTALLY PRESS TRIANGLE AND GET THE WRONG FIVE STAR BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY I AM SCREAMING

[memokeeps]

Her satisfied smile is ruined by the adorable pout she produces when his words tickle her ears. Her hand squeezes his, tightly. Rosy lips press against his cheek before she speaks.

“I don't have plans. I just want you.”

The words are true and the softest things she has ever muttered. A free hand comes upwards to clasp his cheek with her palm, lips touching his again and taking what they want, another ardent kiss. This time she allows herself to linger and be swept away by the taste of him. Who knew that gamblers could be so addicting?

@aventvrine

HE'S GROWN USED TO THE ghost like touches of the memokeeper; it's a welcomed sensation now. flipping his hand over to greedily clasp hers. maybe he's just as dramatic as black swan, just less willing to admit so. there's no changing the current situation; lamenting to her about it would be useless aside from hurting the other more. so all he says with a smile is just that it's only been a day.

aventurine would've gladly drowned in her then and there, if not for swan's remembrance of his body's need for air. not that it mattered to him, it was a welcomed way to go out.

" i'm the one needed by you now? are you making plans of your own, dear? "

[memokeeps]

It's been a few moments since their last rendezvous. The memokeeper would have been frightened had she not the small gift of predictable foresight forged from memories of the past. When her eyes set on the tall trailblazer, she can't help but grow that known smirk on her face. Everyone's seen it a thousand times before. The smirk is a good calling card that something interesting is about to happen.

Low and behold, Black Swan tags herself in. Her body leans in close and comfortable. A languid hand runs down his cheek, fingers caressing his hot skin. She turns his attention to her without any words to ruin the moment. Twilight eyes meet his gaze as her smirk grows into a genuine smile. The memory is one that she will treasure. She already knows.

Rosy lips press themselves to his, gently. It's not something that gives too much passion or reads as uninterested. It's a kiss that is soft, welcoming. A meeting between two people that could become more should the right conditions be met. She pulls away just as quickly as she dove in.

“Satisfied?”

@astrxlfinale

[memokeeps]

Black Swan feels like she's been through something such as this before. Life can be unforgiving and his memories are a grand tale of supreme tragedy. She wasn't going to let this become that. Her steps take her forward as she leans into him. A pain in her chest pierces through as she watches him, spirals of old paint pictures anyone would want erased.

Her lips are sweet to him as they place themselves upon his forehead. She lingers. For once, her activity is pure and there is no second motive behind them. This is a genuine kiss of affection, one coming from a place of love.

“You have endured much. You deserve so much more.”

They are not words of pity. It's easy to read from the amount of softness of her tone. Black Swan didn't regularly allow these kinds of emotions to seep through in case a valuable memory were to be altered, but just this once... Something was more important.

@aventvrina

[memokeeps]

“Having fun are you, little lady?”

The comment comes out falsely sweet, overcompensating for some stirring feelings beneath. Were they positive or negative? Well, that would be for both of them to find out. The memokeeper approaches the fool with audacity, the kind only predators should have.

“Do you have any stories for me?”

It's an easy question. Though, between them there are layers. They speak and yet an entirely different meaning is attached to the words. By stories, she really means news. Has the fool managed to make a mess of things as she planned?

“I could use something to celebrate. Though, I'll understand if you're not in the mood to indulge me.”

@shrineofprophecy

[memokeeps]

Domestic Bickering Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for problems - big, small, serious, and light - between muses in a relationship. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I hope you've enjoyed yourself! I haven't!"

"Don't gloat, okay? It's really unattractive."

"You know you're a nag? A very pretty one, but a nag."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You're behaving like a stubborn idiot!"

"Will you smile if I admit I was wrong?"

"Are you going to ignore me all day again?"

"You know, you're very, very cute. You're also very manipulative."

"That was one of the stupidest things you have ever done!"

"I am not having this conversation with you."

"You know what's wrong - you're just too stubborn to admit it."

"Just because you were right doesn't mean you weren't wrong."

"Get in the car, and don't ever try to work on a date again!"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Is this a trick question? What answer isn't going to have me sleeping on the couch tonight?"

"Why can't you just admit that I was right?"

"Some women are quite charming when they're angry. Unfortunately, you are not."

"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"

"I don't remember you being this bitchy."

"Go away. I'm ignoring you."

"I need to know - do you hate me, or do you love me?"

"You know I'll find out what you're up to, don't you?"

"It is not my fault I lost my job!"

"So, when you say 'call me if you need anything', you mean 'don’t call me'?"

"Are you kidding me? You're actually bringing this up right now?"

"You know, it wasn't too long ago when me wearing a sexy outfit would get an immediate response from you."

"I hate it when we argue."

"There are reasons I have to do what I do. One day, you'll understand."

"You've come home to me, then?"

"You keep so much bottled up that you're blowing up everything around you!"

"You're supposed to be on my team!"

"Do you think this is funny?"

"You're being a jerk!"

"You're not nearly as delightful as you think you are."

"This is really stupid."

"How come you never bring me coffee?"

"I can't even look at you right now."

"You really need to stop talking now."

"How am I even supposed to be in a relationship with you if you don't let me in?"

"You're more than usually allergic to the truth tonight."

"Are you having an affair?"

"You know what? I'm not talking about this right now."

"Are you working while we're in bed together?"

"Have you ever bothered, for just one minute, to understand how someone else might feel?"

"You're not telling me the truth."

"Stop looking at my ass when you think I'm not looking!"