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⌗ you always wonder what it was that made black swan reciprocate your feelings for her. truly, she was everything, and what were you? well, just about the same to her. she saw whatever you couldn’t see, and those were the reasons that drew her into your world- the reasons why she stayed and continued to come back to you at the end of every day.

⌗ when it’s late at night and you should be turning in to get some much needed rest, she’s snaking behind your back with the softest click of heels, draping herself over your shoulders and whispering softly into your ear how the bed is cold without you there by her side.. and at that point, refusing her or giving up valuable time with the love of your life feels like a fool’s choice. it becomes a pattern over time, but she makes sure that you come trailing behind her after each call without repeat — like clockwork.

⌗ if it’s one if those times where you can’t sleep, she’s either pulling out a book to read to you, speaking of her day with whatever she is allowed fo disclose, or she’ll perform a tarot reading if you don’t stop begging for her to do so. anything to get you to go to bed, honestly, and if none of that works.. she’ll spoon you to sleep, trapping you in her loving embrace until slumber claims you.

⌗ should something have you feeling glum, crestfallen as though the greatest sorrow has bestowed itself upon you, black swan is either pulling you into her lap to cradle your head to her heart while her fingers tangle themselves into your hair. or she’s doing almost the same, but with your head on her lap, pressed into the flat of her stomach. her chest aches to see you down, and if there’s anything she can do or provide that can be of comfort, she’s quick and diligent with it.

⌗ as depicted in several official pieces of media, black swan is shown to be a rather capable dancer, which is something she of course, would like to share with you. whether you’re a good dancer that can meet her in the middle for about any type of choreography to whisk you both across a kitchen or dancefloor, or she needs to be your teacher in order to reach that level — she takes great enjoyment in sharing that skill of hers with you. she often finds herself being led, but leading you would prove to be just as pleasant<3

⌗ sometimes when it’s just the two of you and nothing else that requires any of your attention, she’ll let you thread your fingers through her soft, lilac locks. she catches you staring so often, as if wondering how it might feel, and with a silly comment you made about the garden of recollection and how there were no flowers to even find there to slide into her hair, best believe.. she did something about that. you weren’t sure how it happened, but an assortment was next to her hip one day on your bed, with her gold-violet eyes beckoning you to do what you’ve only dreamed of doing until now. trust when i say she was so so beautiful.. ough, truly, there’s no one like her..

⌗ on that note, black swan is undoubtedly one of the prettiest if not THE prettiest person you have ever laid eyes on, and there have been several individuals that have had the pleasure of being in her proximity. some tried to shoot their shot, others gave off a rather ambiguous impression with whatever they had going on with her, but at the end of it all.. her eyes always would find you, no matter where you were, and before the words or thoughts could even surface to question if you were worthy, she was already saying all of the right things and cradling you to her as if nothing else in the world had mattered. aeons could be dying or being born, even fuli — the one she had served, and her focus was all on you.

⌗ every kiss always feels like she’s accounting for the day that she never wants to see arrive — that one day this time with you might expire, and that is why she cherishes every moment spent with you so deeply. maybe it isn’t that you might die or be taken from her, but that a possibility exists of you losing your way — your memories. she had already dealt with that once before, when her mother had suffered from amnesia- forgetting her before eventually dying. it was a fate she never wished to fall onto you, but should the aeons will it, she wanted to share every moment humanly possible with you.

notes. mmm i feel sleepy writing this.. black swan enjoyers accept this offering i have on behalf of my lovely, adoring wife..

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