tampered | [Log: Ongoing] Stirred emotions

[Log: Ongoing] Stirred emotions

When; Thursday afternoon (Dec. 28th)
Rating; PG (so far)
Characters; Desire

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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.
Log;

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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Mulder hadn't even gotten round to adjusting his tie or buttoning the last button on his shirt, he was out of his apartment that fast.
He made his way haphazardly along the square, trying not to bump into people.
There was talk buzzing about; apparently PyramidHead had actually made good on its threat and attacked someone! but somehow Mulder's bloodlust for the cult had taken a backseat to the idea of meeting with Desire.

He didn't know anything about the newcomer. He couldn't even determine from their posts on the network if Desire was a male or a female. But there'd been...something.

Scully, he knew, would have scoffed, saying you can't pick up anything about anyone through a machine, but then again, not only had she always been a skeptic, she'd also never had the need or urge to buy porn.
Mulder's heart had started hammering in his chest, and weird urges started stirring within him just looking a the damn words on the screen.

He wasn't giving this curiousity much thought as he went to meet with Desire, he just knew he had to meet them.

As the carousel came round again, eyes the tawny amber of brandy wine caught Fox's approach. One last drag on its cigarette and Desire stepped off of the children's ride to stride towards the FBI man with all the grace of a jungle cat. When Desire spoke, smoke curled up from red lips, rising only slowly from the sharp cupid's bow of Desire's mouth.

"Hello, Fox. You move quick." Desire smiled. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."

Desire's approach seemed nothing short of surreal; that slow motion way of watching someone as you try to remember every nuance of expression on their face, each subtle movement of their frame.

God. This was love, pure and simple, and he still had no idea what sex this creature was, even unable to look away for a moment. His heart hammered in his chest, and he had no idea how stupid he probably looked with this transfixed look on his face.

Then the moment passed, and the world came swimming back in- sight, sound- in periferal. He smiled, giddily. "Hi," he said, too-loud, and his voice cracking as though he were a teenage boy just coming into possession of his hormones, "I'm agent Mulder. We, um... I just spoke with you? on the network? chatted. chatted I mean."

Oh, those internet blind dates were always so fraught with uncomfortableness...

It was always nice when they were completely overwhelmed. It was almost cute in how pathetic it was. Desire let a vague smirk tug at those red lips, but managed to keep all laughter inside.

"So we did. Computers are funny things, aren't they? I much prefer real, personal contact, though."
And Desire stepped just a bit closer, giving Fox his chance to close that space...if he dared to.

"I believe I was promised coffee. And then you can show me around."
Truly, Desire was in a benevolent mood. Benevolent as it ever got, anyway.

"I...sure...coffee." he stammered, still staring as though this was too good to be believed.

Of course, it was, but how was he to know?

Mulder had to have some inkling he was being bewitched; this wasn't the first time or the first type of creature that had gotten hold of him in this manner, Xuchilbara, of course, being the latest.

But...this type of enchantment didn't just mainline into his brain, so perhaps he wasn't thinking as clearly as he should have been...

"th-th-there's a cafe o-over this way." he said, sort of sidestepping; he knew they were supposed to go there, but he didn't want to stop looking at Desire. "I-I'm afraid I haven't been here long enough t-to have seen everything yet, myself. Of course...it's a lovely day to wander around and get lost, if you like..."

Gold eyes glanced over in the direction of the cafe and Desire made soft humming, almost like a purr. This was, indeed, going to be a good day.
Since initiative needed to be taken, the third youngest of the Endless began walking towards the little shop, knowing Mulder would pick up the pace to follow.

"It is a nice day. I might not mind getting lost, particularly since I have a guide who's experienced in it."
Poor, poor Fox. Always desperately needing answers. He didn't seem to be asking questions now.

He followed after at a hurried pace, as if unsure if he had the right, or permission to catch up, walk alongside.

His heart was in his throat, or so it felt. He wanted to make conversation, say something witty, interesting, anything to impress Desire, but it seemed as though all the little things he had detailed knowledge on- UFOs, baseball, criminal psychology- would just bore his new acquaintance.

This was one situation wherein being as smart as he assumed he was was failing him utterly.

"It..it is. It's a very nice day." he agreed, and could have kicked himself for how hopelessly trite that had been.

"So...you like this city?" he blurted with an equal lack of grace and then, all but wincing, waited for a reply to his boneheaded inquiry.

Oddly, Mulder happened upon a very good thing to say, though Desire's smiles have never been easy to read.

"I do like this city. I like it quite a lot." The Endless turned those tawny eyes on Fox as a small reward for choosing a good topic. "Most of the people here want escape back to where they came from, and that's terribly unfortunate and dreary, but the curses here bring out so much that's hidden in people. They bring out wants and needs the citizens never knew they had before. It's beautiful."
It didn't matter that the same curses and he feelings they caused often hurt people. Pain never mattered to desire. It was the amount of feeling, not what was felt.

"Do you like this city, Fox?"

"It's certainly fasinating." He wanted to say something cheesy and romantic about how Desire was fasinating too, but he managed to stop himself from doing so. "where I came from any investigation I did into anything unusual was usually met with disapproval at the mildest. So many people with no better agenda than to deceive, inveigle, obfuscate and otherwise obscure the truth. I guess I got a little sensitive to people with secrets.
Luckily, this place is unusual in and of itself. Now all I need to discern is what's a danger to others and what isn't. I just keep hoping my research will be of some help."

He hoped Desire wouldn't ask him directly if his research was heloing, because then he'd be forced to admit it wasn't. So far, he surmised, he was seen as crazy, which wasn't that far off from how he was perceived back at home.

"Most people where you're from don't want the truth as much as you do, Fox. The don't need answers like you do. The don't understand."
Desire paused and looked the man in the eyes. It really and truly looked like the Endless understood him; understood his search. Desire was always good at faking understanding, but Desire almost never understood why humans wanted things...only that they did and how to twist that.

When they got to the doors of the cafe, Desire stopped to wait for Mulder to hold the door. If he was going to think of this as a date of sorts, then the Endless was going to get the most out of it.
"I want a grande mochaccino with a shot of raspberry flavouring. Order for me?"

Mulder held his/her gaze a moment and smiled again; "Mochaccino. Tall. Shot of raspberry." he confirmed, and then added, "anything to go with that?"

Scully had always been shy about food, like most women she was obsessed with being mindful of her weight and skin. Mulder was impressed with the robust and decadent order, really. Desire must have little to worry about when it came to these things.

Mulder appreciated Desire's mind as well. Clearly this was someone who really really understood him. Even Diana had never really understood the importance he placed upon his work.

If he had some inkling what was going on here, he had probably forgotten it entirely when Desire had said that.

He hurried to buy the coffees.

"Perfect. That ought to do it." S/he grinned and walked to find the right seat. One near the windows to watch the people pass outside, but inside to stay near the aromas of the shop. By the time Desire was seated, it was hoping Fox would return with cherries. This seemed unlikely, as they hadn't been requested, but what Desire wants changes from moment to moment.

Fox's luck with women was sketchy, at best. In the end, his dedication to work always came first in the end. Now Fox was distracted with work because of this new infatuation and Desire was just giddy wondering how he'd feel later. When they're fun together is over.

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.

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.

"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..."

"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."

"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."

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."

"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...

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