Ye Olde S33k & Finde

[ObscureInsanity]

When he picked up the obsidian Anubis she had been enamored with her face seemed to brighten, her posture straightened.


"...Though, it seems too lovely to part with if you ask me."


Her shoulders slumped slightly after hearing his comment, for just a brief moment, before he offered the statuette towards her. She was hesitant to reach out for it, and did so in a way that a child would approaching a large, ferocious looking dog. She touched the cool, smooth surface, but did not advance her movements to suggest she wanted to hold it. Knowing her luck, she'd drop it and it would burst into a trillion tiny little pieces.

"Well... it was a very brief study--barely a glance through a very vague chapter in a no-name art text book way back in high school... I also casually watch to see what scientists like to hypothesize about ancient artifacts on the history and NatGeo channels," she said softly. "... it IS aesthetically pleasing and the mythos behind it... is quite fascinating."

She giggled and shook her head--she wasn't mentioning another little something that always seemed to spark her interest when referring to Egyptian artifacts and places. It would be silly to admit, and even sillier to try and back up with facts if asked to elaborate, so she kept it to herself.

"You seem to know a lot about history..." she whispered, taking a few steps around him to glance at something to his left. She touched what looked to be one, actual intact, Canopic jar. She pondered what organ could be in it--and wondered why it seemed so much smaller than she expected.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*She didn't take hold of the statuette, so I placed it back where it belonged, nodding at her words and turning to look where she was moving.*

Truth be told, I'm not a fan of history. I do enjoy the stories associated with ancient things, the folk tales told through the ages, but timelines and huge texts detailing what happened in a field on a day centuries ago is not in my tastes. Ironic, yes? That a man who doesn't like history owns so many historical items.

*I laid eyes on the jar as she did, smiling. She did have excellent sight for rare things.*

Ah! That, as I'm sure you know, is a canopic jar. Specifically, it is said to contain the heart of a child-king. One unheard of in the texts found of pharaohs in the Nile river area.

Don't be afraid to touch things. I'm as clumsy as the next person. Lots of things around here are very resilient.

*I offered a soft smile as I stood beside her, looking at the small jar decorated with hieroglyphs.*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

"Numbers hurt my head," she responded to his explanation of why he wasn't a fan of history. "I'd have to cram in school to pass any history tests because my brain just does not retain random facts about Circa 975 B.C."

She giggled at herself for being so open about one of her many flaws.

With his assurance, her hand gently wrapped around the Canopic jar, which she carefully picked up, placing the bottom in the palm of her free hand. She turned it slowly, admiring the craftsmanship, the hieroglyphs and the head of the jar.

"Actually..." she began. "This jar's lid is that of Imseti... the human-headed god who represents the south... This jar, in the later dynasties of Egypt, would house the liver which was protected by the goddess Isis."

She glanced at him and blushed. Oh gosh, her nerdisms were showing! Her eyes darted back to the face of Imseti, her thumb brushing gently against its nose and lips. She continued stroking the face timidly.

"The hearts were usually the only organs in the human body that the Egyptians would not remove during mummification because they were said to be the seat of the soul. The ancients believed that in the afterlife the heart would be weighed against the feather of truth by the God Anubis... If it was heavy with bad deeds it would be fed to the monster Ammit... I'm not sure what Anubis did with the heart if it was not heavily laden with sins."

She giggled at herself again, then, clearing her throat, she set the jar back down and wandered onward, towards what appeared to be two rather primitive, but obviously early Egyptian, hatchets. She traced her fingertips across the worn blade.

"Do you believe in anything?" she asked--it was a rather obscure question, one that made her blush after she had said it--she was, of course, referring to religion.

 

[fr33ks33k]

I should have known better than to trust that crafty boatswain....

I should have done more research on their mummification process, and I'dve known better. Though, that doesn't make the jar any less interesting. I'm glad to have had you enlighten me.

*She had quite a mind in her head. Full of knowledge, very much like me, though it would seem that our topics of strength were different. She admired the jar and set it back down, moving on down the aisle. I followed closely, careful not to nudge her into anything.

Her question caught me off guard for a moment. I composed a few thoughts before responding.*

I believe in many things, but as for religion, I find it a very hypothetical practice. It is nice to have a pillar of faith, but even so, I like to have proof positive before I put all belief in something.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

She smiled and shrugged.

"I'm a barrel of useless, numberless, information." she giggled. "I don't often get a chance to share my knowledge, though."

She withdrew her hand from the weapon and looked him over; a small, innocent grin drifted across her face, and she glanced away, taking on a more introverted pose.

"I'd like to think that everyone's right. The Atheists... the Vikings... the Christians... who's to say there aren't one or none or many Gods and Goddesses...? I know it's naive, but..." She shrugged. "why CAN'T everyone be right?"

She picked up a small trinket that looked like it may have once been a hand mirror. It was ornate and antiqued from age. She smiled at it and turned it over in her hand, set it back down gently, and continued to wander.

"Of course..." she continued softly. "...I feel there are many good aspects of many of the old religions... reincarnation strikes my fancy the most, but I wouldn't really call myself religious or spiritual... I'm sort of lost in the sea of the unknown, too bothered to pick a side, yet not bothered enough to explore my options."

 

[fr33ks33k]

Not useless. Much like this place, you are full of interesting things that are only awaiting their time in the hands of one who would admire them as such...

*He realized the more romantic connotation of the sentence, but it had already been said. So he continued rather than hesitating there*

I've always held the notion that whatever works for someone is the correct answer. If their faith gives them hope, that is what they should focus on, not coercing another person into their beliefs.

Reincarnation? You fancy the idea of coming back for another life? I don't know that I'd enjoy that. One lifetime of experiences is plenty full for me. Though I suppose having an entirely separate life starting from the beginning would be intriguing. I wonder how many of the same choices I would make?

I'd say that you're not lost, but drifting with the current. As for choosing sides, you are always on your own side, and therefore need not choose another.

Unless you have multiple personalities....then of course there is a discrepancy.

*Another soft laugh wafted into the air as I continued to follow her, admiring the wares. She seemed content to simply go where the aisle would take her, even if the artifacts changed subjects, which they were wont to do.*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

She didn't turn as he inadvertently complimented her, rather, she paused for a moment and tossed her hair behind her shoulders, nodding at his statement on coercing someone into believing something seemed rather the wrong way to go in the religion department.

She did turn as he questioned her admitted fancy of reincarnation. She smiled a little and shrugged.

"It just seems interesting... that maybe I've held this before," she began, picking up a rather random item nearby, then setting it back down,"... or maybe I've met you before in another time ... or said this before, or felt this before..." her voice trailed away as she realized what she was saying. She giggled and played it off again, flicking her hair behind her shoulder, turning her back on him, continuing down the aisle. "I can see where you're coming from, though..."

What he was saying following the reincarnation conversation made perfect sense to her, and she nodded periodically in silent agreement.

A small laugh escaped her as he mentioned having multiple personalities. Yes, that would make it a little more difficult to take sides.

She moved at a more confident pace, now, through the aisles--it wasn't so much because she had spotted something intriguing far away, rather, she was now just a little more at ease. It was always a hurdle speaking from her heart and mind, and he made her feel comfortable in that way--in ways most people seemingly shunned her for. Family. Those closest to her. She was rather wishy-washy with most everything just because she, deep inside, was a true pacifist. One thing said against the code of conduct with her family was blasphemy, one thing said differently worded so not to offend amongst friends was favoritism. She never could win that way, but he made it seem so easy for her to be able to win.

She stopped again and turned to him, her face expressing bemusement.

"Do you live here?" she asked. It was sort of random and completely off topic, but she had been thinking: the times she's been here... once late at night, now in the afternoon.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Another chuckle at her last question, after several minutes of solemnity. She was wise beyond her age, and it showed. She wanted everyone to be happy, which was a trouble when so many different views were voiced. I shook my head in answer to her question*

No, I don't live here, though the space could easily house an army. It is much larger than it appears from the outside, though I'm sure you've noticed that in your past visits. I'm more of a nomad in that sense. I drift from place to place, and lay my head where I can. I do have a room on reserve at The Outlook, but other than that, my home is wherever I am.

That's not to say that I haven't spent many a night here, wandering the stacks, only to fall asleep against a shelf, or curled up in an alcove. What about you? Do you live close?

 

[fr33ks33k]

Excerpt from a red velvet journal. Row 199, Bottom Shelf

It has been a month since I was deposited in this asylum. They allow me very few opportunities to express myself. Granted, my psychoses probably prevent them from giving me more freedom in this place. I have begun to wonder if I'm the crazy one, or if they are for not understanding how things work in my mind.

This straight-jacket is itchy, uncomfortable, and with the lack of undergarments, it has begun to chafe my inner thighs. They tell me it is for my own good that I remain restrained like this, but I think the warden is simply a sick fucker who likes to see women bound and half-naked. One day I think I'll make him swallow his on prick.

The fact that they let me out long enough to write this journal says something about my progress. Or maybe the want insight into my thought processes outside the drug-induced haze they try to keep me in day in and day out. They don't realize that I have mastered the art of pretending to swallow those pills. The other patients enjoy them far more than I would.

I dream of escape every night. If only these chains were not made so thick, I might be able to slip free. One thing I know is that given enough time with the new guard, I may be able to persuade him to let me out of this jacket. The promise of a woman's touch has made sterner men than him melt. Even if the bitch is a bit crazy.

------

It worked like a charm. That guard never saw what hit him. And the warden? I swore I'd make him feel the pain he inflicts on the patients, and I did. He cried like a baby before he croaked.

Now that I'm free, I don't know what to do. Maybe the asylum was more of a home than I'd come to expect. I'm sure I'll find something, or someone, but until then, I'll just keep my crazy ass on the move.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*More time has passed, and more dust has settled on the shelves here. It is long overdue for a cleaning.

He enters as usual, through the heavy front door, leaving it open to allow a crosswind to siphon out the stale air. Immediately, he heads to a small closet with cleaning supplies. Mop, broom, bucket, rags. All the necessary cleaning solvents and chemicals, some more exotic than others. Without a word, he begins his work.

The mechanized animals come out of the woodwork, hooting and bellowing their excitement. He's left them too long without companionship. A soft smile beckons them forward from their various hiding spots. They perch and climb and mill about as he continues to clean, working up a good sweat. Soon enough his shirt is soaked through and soot has smudged his forearms and one cheek. He is focused on his task entirely, and is constantly grateful for the breeze. It seems to reach all corners of the shop, which is hard to imagine since the dimensions are so deceiving.

The last thing for him to clean is the counter itself. Wood cleaner, a rag and elbow grease; those are his tools. He's even started whistling as he works, oblivious to some of the surrounding noises.*

 

[Britwitch]

The bell tinkles and she steps inside. Long cloak concealing her form beneath. A smile playing over her lips as she approaches the counter, her walk confident, swaying...inviting...

She watches him working, his effort showing through his appearance and the fact that he doesn't yet seem to know he has company, before announcing her arrival.

Hello there...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Though the bell was loud, he didn't manage to hear it over his whistling. He did, however, hear a sultry voice that he was familiar with. His hands are wiped unceremoniously on his pants as he turns to face her, a wide grin on his face.*

Hello again. It would appear you've caught me in the middle of cleaning. What can I help you with?

*His eyes are full of recognition. He knows what she's come for, but to hear it is much more sweet.*

 

[Britwitch]

Her eyes meet his and her smile grows ever so slightly. Fingers rise up from beneath the voluminous cloak to unclasp the fastening at her neck, allowing hte fabric to flutter silently to the floor and reveal the dress beneath. She leans on the counter a little, knowing what the position will do to her figure.

I'm looking for a service...something of a personal nature...but I wouldn't want to take you away from more pressing matters...

A fleeting wink and she turns away, walking with far more sway than is necessary towards a bookcase, trailing a finger along a shelf slowly, glancing back over her bare shoulder.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Oh no! This thing is plenty clean enough. I had been away and it did need a wiping down, but I think it will suffice for now. The customer always comes first, I say!

*His eyes followed her cloak before moving directly to the ample cleavage she was displaying rather haughtily. His smile only grew wider. When she walked off in another direction, his eyes were immediately roving the back of her, devouring her curves. The remembrance of what had almost come to pass on her previous visit brought his mind deeper into the darker recesses. He stepped over to her, standing very close. His voice was low as it entered her ear*

So, what sort of service can I assist you with today?

*His hands fell upon her hips, bringing her back against him. The fabric of her dress rode up a few inches as his fingertips bunched together, sinking into her flesh through the thin material.*

 

[Britwitch]

She knew he would follow, they had come to this point before, they both knew what she wanted...what she needed.
Strong hands landed on her hips, drawing her back until her back come into contact with his front. Breath dancing over her ear.

Well, while the specifics of the service are open to interpretation and your obvious advice...I am looking for something will satisfy a hunger, a very deep rooted hunger...something I believe only you will be able to perform...

All the time she spoke her behind was pushing back, ever so subtly, against him. Hips rotating in small circles.

I do, of course, realise and appreciate that it may take up a great deal of your time to provide this service and so I am more than willing to compensate you for your time in whatever form you desire.

A blue eyed glance back up into his face, long dark lashes framing her wide, almost innocent, stare. Innocent were it not for the knowing twinkle in their depths.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The subtlety of her gyrations was powerful in its own right. His own hips pressed that much harder against her backside as she spoke, his hands sliding the length of her dress ever higher on her legs.*

I am glad you came to me then. As for payment, I'm sure that the sating of your hunger will be more than sufficient. For the both of us.*

*A sly grin met her almost-innocent look. There was too much lust in her eyes to fool anyone, especially him. His eyes darted to the door, which closed as if by a strong breeze. The only odd thing that the lovely woman might have noticed was that the door also locked. It wouldn't do to have any interruptions.

A whisper blew across her shoulder, his lips barely grazing her before pressing firmly to the column of her neck.*

 

[Britwitch]

Eyelids fluttered shut as lips found her neck, sending a tremor down her spine and causing her hips to press more persistently back against him. Her hands rose and lifted behind her, running through his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

Yes, that...

She took a deep breath to try and calm her voice before continuing.

...that's definitely the kind of thing I was looking for...

She murmured throatily, lowering a hand to slip between their closely aligned bodies and trail down his stomach and over the waistband of his trousers. Palm running over taut fabric and solid flesh beneath.

I think I'm going to be pretty spoilt for choice...

 

[fr33ks33k]

I believe you will be many things after I'm done...

*His lips followed her jaw, teeth nipping at the tender flesh there. The touches of her hands urged a growl from his throat while his hands moved on to new targets. The fabric of her dress dropped, save where the pressure of their bodies prevented it. Broad hands curled over the swell of her bosom, grasping tightly. The length of his member pulsed against her hand, eager to be freed of it's cloth prison.

His fingertips raked across her chest, coming round her sides to seek the clasp or zipper to her dress, undoing it deftly before diving beneath the fabric, seizing her breasts once more.*

 

[Britwitch]

Promises...

She replied, the catlike smile that curved her lips evident in her tone.

Her hand squeezed and rubbed over the bulge behind her, firmly, again and again. Thumb locating where the bulge came to an end and circled it over and over.

A sigh as her dress gave way to his hands and fell down around her waist. Bared breasts revealed, surrounded by his hands. Nipples growing hard against his palms.

...promises...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The taut nubs at the peaks of her breasts found themselves twisted and pulled by his fingers briefly. The supple flesh contorted to his roughness, returning to normal as his hands left them. The reveal of her shoulders beckoned for his touch. Once more his hands drug around her body, caressing her shoulder blades, drawing lines and swirls along her spine. He reached the bunched mass of her dress riding her hips and did away with it, pushing it down and off to pool at her feet. One hand cupped her mound brazenly, feeling for the wetness he knew would be there. His other hand grasped the slenderness of her neck, curling easily around. He tilted her head back, husky voice right in her ear.*

I offer only guarantees...

 

[Britwitch]

Her back arched, lips parting in a long, low, moan as her nipples were pinched and pulled. Each firm grasp caused her already awakened sex to grow warmer, hungrier.

All too quickly she is naked, cheeks flushing for a moment as the reality of the situation filtered through the pleasurable haze surrounding her. She was completely bare now, he was still dressed. That fact alone was almost as exciting as his touch. Almost.

She wondered for a moment what he might think of her for coming here without underwear of any kind. Then the pressure of his hand against her sex pushed all worries aside.

Oh, I'm quite sure that you do...

Her words were husky and dripping with lust, as she was sure her lips were doing against his palm.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His hand was affirmed of his thought; her sex was soaked. A low moan rattled against her shoulder while his fingers squeezed her throat slightly. His sudden increase in ruggedness was almost unexpected. He chalked it up to pent up desire. The hand at her mound flexed, spreading her labia to allow his middle finger to invade her sodden tunnel. The warmth exuding from her made him aware of just how achingly his cock was throbbing. He released her neck to unfasten his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear. He was glad then that she wore her dress without undergarments of her own; his rigid length ground against the firm flesh of her buttocks.*

I believe your hunger has awakened a few of my own...

*He smiled then, finger slipping from her slit as his hands took hold of her hips once more. The heavy weight of his frame rested against her, pushing their bodies closer to the shelf she'd been idly examining.*

 

[Britwitch]

A whimpered noise rose up inside as his fingers tightened their hold on her throat, a fleeting moment of panic that only served to heighten the already potent feelings and desires rushing through her veins.

Hips rocked against the probing of his fingers, greedy sex clutching at the digit, trying to draw it deeper.

She felt the shifting behind her and then the heat of his shaft as it pressed against her behind. Fingers dug into her hips, his body against hers.

Her own hands rose up to hold the shelf before, almost bracing against it as she pushed her rear wantonly towards him, looking back over her shoulder up into his face.

In that case, perhaps we should see about feeding those desires...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Her words had scarcely left her lips than the bulbous tip of his manhood began prodding against the slippery surface of her cunt. His hips rocked forward, driving his entire length of him into her. The shelf she gripped shook with the force of his thrust, random objects rattling and clattering. The firm globes of her ass absorbed the impact nicely, the thudding of their bodies resounding into the shop. He was silent save for the growls and groans he emitted as his shaft plunged into the tightness of her sex. His hands groped and grabbed at her hips, roving along her sides, digging in at her ribcage before sliding back down to control his pace.*

 

[Britwitch]

She cried out as with one thrust he filled her. Sex stretching around him, trying to accommodate him. Her back arched, drawing her stomach towards the floor and rocking her hips up towards him.

The force of his entry pushed her up onto her toes, fingers curling tightly against the shelf, arms taut to try and stop her being crushed against the wood.

Every push inside her tightness drawing another groan from deep inside her, hips meeting and mimicking his actions as best they could. Internal muscles tightening around him, massaging him.