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Acheron
Acheron’s kiss feels like nighttime rain. Her lips are cold and soothing, sending your mind into a tranquil haze. Her chilled hands caress you with purpose, gently gripping hips and hair. She wishes to learn warmth from your kiss, to be soft and caring amidst the treachery of self-annihilation.
Acheron’s favorite kisses come in moments of comfort. They can be calm or passionate, delicate or rough – she has no preference. All she wants are your arms around her and your lips on hers. She adores reciprocating what you provide her. If you’re overwhelmed, anxious, on the verge of tears or ready to scream, she’s right there waiting to swoop in. These kisses are signs of trust to her, proof that you can accept and help carry the other’s burdens.
Your favorite kisses are placed over veins. They serve as sweet reminders and gestures of worship. Acheron’s wrists and neck are your preferred spots, her pulse spiking under your lips. Despite the Nihility’s relentless pull and every path its led her down, she’s still here. Still able to grace you with her love and touch. Your admiration falls over her like summer rain, a sensation she will never forget.
Robin
Robin’s kiss pens a melody. Her fingertips ready the strings as they cross your cheeks, her lips commencing their performance as they cross yours. Every glide forms a new note, her quiet moans the only vocals you need. She weaves you into her song, guiding you to her private gilded world. Her eyes sparkle after, affection bright and bold as the stars.
Robin’s favorite kisses are given in private, when the public’s cage departs. She can show her love for you as long as she’d like, savoring the feel of your lips on hers. Free of jewelry, makeup, and finery, Robin can truly be herself with you. It’s odd yet comforting to know you’ll forever accept her – forever love her – beyond the glamor of a star. When you whisper that very sentiment, she can’t help but pull your lips to hers.
Your favorite kisses come after a performance. Some nights Robin is tired from meeting with fans, and others she’s riding the high of a great show. When you meet in her dressing room, she bounces right into your arms, thoroughly enjoying the spin you launch into. It’s always gentle and affectionate, enough to ground or thrill her. You help her remove her makeup and delicately set her earrings in their stand. Her collar is folded aside, and your lips finally find the faded scar on her throat. Robin tenses, before melting into your touch. You adore making her feel cherished, providing merely an ounce of all she has honored you with.