No need for the disco
- Jun 17, 2008
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His suggestion to his flash crush certainly seemed to make an impression, and yet the soft laughter went through one ear and out the other as Menefer seemed to insist it was a one man job, and having another brief glance at the openings, it did make some sense. Given the shape of the indents, that would require opposable thumbs to fill the blanks, and-Raves: Thankfully only your heart had fallen, and not the rest of you, because it would have been even more of an embarrassing situation than the one you had planted yourself in. Menefer caught your eyes for a moment as if surprised by what you had said, but then he looked down and bashfully chuckled – that didn't seem like a bad reaction? Shyly, he moved some of his long mane from his face, eyes following your feet as they trudged over to the box. His gaze lifted, and he saw you with one hand at the ready. He seemed taken aback once again, even though you had voiced your suggestion, and then he laughed again.
“No, I think it still requires one person to open it. Here. Like this.” Menefer moved behind you, arms slipping past so that he could take your hands. The gesture made you shiver for more reasons than one: his skin was cold to the touch, hands not as soft as they might first appear, but not unpleasant to hold. He steered your hands into place, palms down into the slots, Menefer's hands above yours. You could feel his hair tickle your skin, you were both so close...
The box made some noises, as if something was moving in a deep and distant cavern, and the hieroglyphs began to glow a dark purple. There was a sudden, sharp sensation against both palms as if you had just been pricked – certainly enough to draw a bit of blood. It was only then that the box began to open, the top showing its secrets, piece by piece the top sliding open. You get a bad feeling. Your Pokemon get a bad feeling. The other Pokemon look nothing short of monstrously excited.
Menefer releases you carefully, checking to make sure you still have balance before he attempts to lean into the crate. There are various things in there, buried in sand, and Menefer is quick to root through. He drops a few things outside of it, including a Razor Fang, before finally picking out what interests him. His Banette looks like he hit the jackpot. It's a purple orb, swirling with ominous colours.
“It' was really here, and we found it... Finally.” Menefer breathed, voice intense, almost lustful. He sets his eyes on you and offers a hand. “And I found it because of you, Alex. Thank you, so much, for everything. I can't tell you how much this means to me, to my family, to so many people-- it has quite a story. I can tell you if you like, but first-- here.”
He seems to have totally forgotten the rest of the bounty in his outpouring of emotion. Maybe that means it's all yours? But right now, Menefer's holding out a hand expectantly, brown eyes intense and yet ever so soft as they long for you. Whatever dark aura that orb has, Menefer seems entirely oblivious to it. Maybe it's just in your head, or maybe that thing is holding him more than he's holding it. What do you do...?
"Ah!" Alex gasped slightly as the man moved behind him and slipped his hands over his, cold to the touch and not as soft as expected, but not entirely horrible either. Some people didn't have the best circulation, and that meant their extremities were always a bit chillier and prone to the elements, but as his one organic hand felt the man manipulate his mitts to the slots, he felt something indescribable. The man behind him, hands on hands, his hair on his skin slightly tickling, his heart beating faster and faster as he could swear he could feel Menefer's breath on him...were it not for his position and situation, he almost wanted to bring those arms around him in a gentle embrace...
And then the box began to make some deep sounds, while the glyphs took on a bit of a sinister purple hue. What was more surprising though, was the sharp stinging sensation on the palms as he gave an involuntary gasp, almost jumping. Yes, even on the gauntlet he felt the sudden pain, unusual given said gauntlet was a prosthetic. Whatever this was, certainly seemed out of the ordinary. Still in the hands of the cute one, he watched the top of the box begin to slowly open, and despite the infatuated status Alex felt something...malevolent in the air. It was a definite feeling of unease, and even his pokemon felt it. Nothung had started sliding down the crater, crown of fire flaring up in anticipation. Nuhuko hovered nearby, staring hard at the box. Glasspine was instinctively stepping back. And all the time, Menefer's motley crew seemed inexplicably excited. Maybe he should be too, despite the stinging sensation in his hands.
The man released him with care, ensuring he was steady as Alex stopped trembling instinctively, before Menefer leaned into the box, starting to dig through the contents. Alex checked his squishy hand, rubbing it instinctively and piqued by the slight crimson smear. That surface was flat, yet somehow it cut me...was this what he meant by 'one person,' a small blood sacrifice? A few objects dropped, and after a bit of rooting around, he found what he seemed to be looking for, the Banette extremely excited at the find while Glasspine looked at the items strewn around and gave a squeak to Nothung, indicating the stuff to the Infernape. Without Alex's consent, the Sandshrew began to gather the objects up and intending to give them a look over with the three pokemon.
Alex meanwhile was transfixed on the strange purple orb, swirling with unusual colours in the man's hand, his intense voice seemingly filled with lust as he voiced finally finding it, to the man's confusion. Turning to Alex, he offered him his hand, thankful to him for his support and what the find meant to him, his family, and other people...wait what? Mention of quite the story, he offered the hand, his brown eyes deep yet soft once more, longing for him, and yet ignorant of the aura the orb in his hands possessed...Alex hesitated, his mind just clear enough for rational thought to sink in. Okay, so perhaps he's a fan of the occult. Nothing wrong with that at all. He did mention searching for treasure in the name of his lost sisters, but what other people? Is this really what one could call safe? Of course not, the box asked for a price in blood, and he paid it...but what the hell, you've been through worse.
"R-right...but it wasn't just me and my team, but you and yours too...I'm certainly curious on the tale of that orb though, as much as it gives me something of an eerie feeling, like I might have seen something similar in my time...though that might just be my head. I'm still a bit woozy from that box..." he sighed, stretching his organic hand for Menefer's, ready to take it and to sink into what mystery the man had for him. Even if it meant endangering himself, but what was a little danger in any sudden relationship? Most of all, he just wanted the guy to reciprocate the growing passion he had for him, even if this meeting would only be fleeting. He wasn't even aware of his pokemon behind him keeping a suspicious eye on the pair, he just wanted to listen to the story of the unusual orb, and to be in Menefer's arms for a moment...