them across the dance floor. It wasn't difficult, allowing her feet to move, her hands to guide, her eyes to encourage.
It was clear she had no memory of what had transpired in their last dance.
A flicker of something shifted in Acheron's eyes, but she didn't voice anything about it aloud; with a simple nod of her head, she took the lead for the two of them.
Even if she wasn't the most skilled dancer, she recalled with minor difficulty the way Black Swan had moved -
gracefully, the memokeeper lifted their intertwined hands, giving her a false kiss on the knuckles.
as promised, she would not touch the other, more so for her own sake.
“ i will allow you to lead this time around, dear . ”
her smile was less playful, eyes calculating.
promise I'll do my best not to step on your toes this time."
If only stepping upon the other woman's toes had been the worst of what transpired. . . Nevertheless, Acheron's hand slid surely into that of the extended other's, spelling her acceptance.
Her brow raised slightly, something about the pause as Black Swan spoke her assurances tickling something in the back of the 'Galaxy Ranger's mind.
It must not have been very important, though, as she moved on from it quite quickly.
". . . That sounds like a wonderful idea. I -
a genuine grin spread across her features, pretending to be in thought before laughing softly .
“ you truly are one with words despite your quiet nature. . . or so you present yourself as quiet, dear. ”
a hand was extended.
“ may i invite you for another dance? i promise —>
observing the Memokeeper proper before she spoke herself.
". . . I'm usually not one to ask for such, you see. Though before, you approached me. Isn't it courteous to return the sentiment?"
If Acheron were to be honest, she felt fate had less to do with their paths crossing again and more that her sense of direction was. . . subpar, at best. But really, what good did saying that aloud yield?
Instead, there's a hint of a smile stretching along brims, dark hues -