#i only hope i didnt overstep or anything because im pretty certain veritas knows about memokeepers and all

[gemkun]

@blckswnstm said : Who would've thought that an Intelligentsia Guild's Dr. Veritas Ratio would be accepting of a dance? Especially as she bends down a bit to place a kiss to the back of his hand, showing respect yet still leading the dance on. Their closeness is noticeable as the dance requires such needs, but who would've thought he'd accept it? Black Swan smiles at him, delighted at the prospect of being able to enjoy such moment with someone as selective as Veritas. "Have you found what you wish to know next?" She asks, using this opportunity to engage in a short conversation. Why would he allow a Memokeeper to be so close? Out of personal interest in studying their craft or because he has questions to ask of her? The possibilities are countless, and thus it makes divining just challenging enough. There are no cards, though, not when they turn according to music's tune. "For you to accept my hand and this dance, this closeness that not many would be allowed to step in. You've allowed me, a Memokeeper, to speak with you like this. But worry not, I will not pry," she uses this moment to turn them, effortlessly and gracefully. He can twirl her if he wishes. Their heights allow this to happen easier. "I will ensure you enjoy this dance as a show of gratitude for indulging me in my personal hobby." The royal balls one were held in that castle, she was a princess who danced with countless partners. So long ago, too long ago.

      ⸻       how   rhetorical.   to   be   in   the   presence   of   a   memokeeper   ,   is   to   balance   on   a   tightrope   ,   with   the   knowledge   that   a   storm   is   to   come.   and   shove   the   destined   to   their   demise.   but   ,   with   the   sliver   of   an   instance   ,   the   mere   blink   that   exists   when   stabilising   ,   offers   more   than   any   text   across   the   cosmos   might   offer.

  the   ambitious   pursuit   of   knowledge   was   a   dangerous   one   ,   indeed.   and   not   one   to   be   taken   be   the   light   —   hearted.   nor   the   fools.

  her   questions   ,   spun   to   leave   even   the   erudite   stunned   ,   basks   in   the   glow   of   their   routine.   where   their   bodies   move   in   symphony   ,   as   if   tugged   by   strings   belonging   to   a   puppeteer.   although   ,   there   is   acute   awareness   that   every   capability   exists   ,   and   were   he   to   decide   upon   a   wrong   move   ,   their   dance   would   be   cut   short.   like   the   threads   the   fates   would   snip   with   their   scissors.

  but   an   emanator   of   fuli   ,   is   not   one   to   trifle   with.

  ❝   i   would   not   accept   your   hand   without   realising   the   repercussions   this   interaction   could   pose.   ❞   it   is   true   ,   that   their   heights   are   rather   befitting   for   this   scenario.   for   veritas   twirls   the   soothsayer   as   if   it   were   written   to   be.   ❝   but   rejecting   your   offer   would   have   no   difference   and   i   would   be   a   fool   to   anger   a   memokeeper   of   the   garden   of   recollection.   ❞

  to   his   chest   she   spins   ,   briefly   caged   ,   in   an   almost   tender   embrace.

  his   organ   thrums   ,   against   the   memetic   entity   until   she   is   discarded   ,   and   twisted   away   from   the   chest   of   the   scholar.   where   eyes   meet   ,   flickering   in   gradients   that   would   blend   harmoniously.   ❝   what   i   seek   is   insurmountable.   to   have   a   potential   source   with   answers   lying   in   wait   ,   is   tempting   ,   but   greed   leads   to   ruin.   ❞

  footwork   resumes   ,   and   the   music   endows   the   pair   ,   continuing   a   rare   reprieve.   ❝    how   then   ,   memokeeper   ,   will   you   prove   your   word   to   be   true   ?   ❞