[Log: Ongoing] Stirred emotions

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When; Thursday afternoon (Dec. 28th)
Rating; PG (so far)
Characters; Desire cruel_as_love and Mulder m1jac0ge0
Summary; Mulder is compelled to learn more about this newcomer to the city and Desire always enjoys a new plaything. They meet for coffee and a tour of the town.
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As promised, Desire waited at the carousel for Mulder's arrival. If he took too long, he may have missed his chance, for Desire does not like to be kept waiting and it's interests are fleeting at best.
Still, this new toy intrigued the Endless and it sat, between painted ponies and between genders, and waited. The stoic ones were always so much fun. They bottled their feelings up and kept their darkest, deepest wants secreted away; treasures for Desire to dig up. Mulder would be like a gift to unwrap.

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It didn't occur to him to buy fruit- although had he known Desire wanted some he'd no doubt have gone overboard- but he did buy a package of sunflower seeds. They were a favorite snack of his.
He carefully juggled the bag on top of his own coffeecup, and sat down, sliding the cup that contained Desire's order over and then, sitting down carefully across from him/her, he warmed his hands on his own cup, glad to not be facing the window.
The city could do without him for this brief respite. There were more important things.

Like...Desire, for example.

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Desire sipped slow from the drink; savoring it. All of it was bitter at it's core --coffee, chocolate, and raspberries all share that trait-- but there was a sweetness that could keep you coming back for more. It tasted like love. Desire knew that hen the cup got down to the bottom, all that would be left would be bitter grounds and the memory of how sweet it once was.

"Mm. It's delicious. You should try it, Fox."
The man didn't try enough things. He obviously lacked in needs. Fox should have more distractions, in Desire's opinion.

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"I'm not a big fan of sugar. I've always thought it did more harm than good," he said, but leaned forward to taste the drink offered him anyway. He took barely more than a sip; there was a thin sheen of it still on his lip when he moved away from the cup. "interesting," he concluded, "I always thought flavored coffee used poorer beans, since the other ingredients would mask the acridness."

He wanted this to be an idyllic afternoon, but so much else was on his mind. "Why did you come here, Desire?" he asked, "not here, I mean, but to the City? why here, why now? There's so much going wrong. I mean, I'll certainly offer, if you ask it, but I'd think a person of your caliber might require protection in the middle of all this crisis..."

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"Sweetness masks a number of sins. When processing chocolate, they allow for an amount of spiders to be included. It's unavoidable. But you're eating spiders. It's fairly common knowledge, but the taste is so sweet and desirable that everyone easily forgives the unpleasant truth of the matter."

No one should smile as merrily about consuming arachnids as Desire did then, and easily went back to sipping at the cocoa infused drink. Spiders and all.

The next question almost seemed to be given some consideration. Not a lot of consideration, but as much as Desire was willing to give any single matter.
"I came here to see what my siblings were up to... And because there is so much here to interest me. So much desperation and so many strange things to keep every day interesting.
It's so cute that you worry. It is. I have never needed anyone's protection, though. And I've started wars."

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"I can see why." Mulder realized he was staring again, and made up for his bad manners by fidgeting and fumbling with the bag of sunflower seeds.

It opened awkwardly, spilling seeds upon the table. ((and is there metaphor in that? you bet your bippy!))

He began collecting them up hastily into the palm of his hand, hoping he hadn't spoiled the mood too badly.

"I was attacked by a vampire once," he remarked, "the only thing that saved me was I spilled my sunflower seeds.
Some species of vampires have a sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder ingrained into them. He couldn't take the time to attack me until he'd counted and picked up every individual seed. Good thing, or I wouldn't be here to tell you this story."

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Looking over the scattered and salty seed, Desire laughed quietly. How terribly embarrassing for the poor man. How nice.

"Mm. Careful not to get too excited, Fox, dear. There are decent people watching."
And people did tend to watch Desire. It was one of his/her favourite things about humans.

"I feel almost sorry for vampires. Humanity keeps changing the rules on them. It seems you need to revise the mythology every century to be happy...but imagine how they feel trying to keep up."
It doesn't really care. Desire just finds that inconsistency and fascination with ever-bigger monsters one of humanity's displays of weakness.
"...The vampire fascination has become a metaphor for rape fantasy ever since Stoker set the trend, though. That's rather cute."

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"I...well, I guess." Ronnie Strickland had been the only 'real' vampire Mulder had met, but for a moment he found himself remembering Kristen Kilar and her ways as she seduced him; the darkness and occultism a thin veil over her desperation.
Then he found himself thinking about Rayne, and how interesting he had found her when thus far they'd never even met, and Mulder shook his head, wondering if vampires did hold a dangerous fasination for him...
he refocused on Desire.

Watching Desire made all the other things calm to a dull roar. He was certain that this being could do nothing but good, s/he was too beautiful to be anything but pure. Still. Fighting within him also was the maddening thought that if s/he wanted to be sullied, even this public cafe would not be safe from how fast he'd say yes...