In the case of Blake, one could get almost anything from him in exchange for either chocolate sweets or knowledge that couldn’t be found in a common library. One of the reasons he liked scientists, always discovering things as time goes.
Ah yes, compliments, the one thing to make him metaphorically melt in embarrassment and joy. “There’s only a few things that beat a good book.” he smiled, excited and obviously happy because of the compliment, not to forget blushing. The lad also had a strong suspicion that Ignacis would be one of the few that was better than a book.
Heck, he even jumped to the conclusion that is was true.
The pulse and the sudden spike of feeling that flooded his body surprised him, making him straighten his back and blink in surprise. Before Blake could explore on it, they teleported into another world, and his senses had a lot to take in.
First the warm air. Hard to not notice it as it went from pleasant indoors to hot summer weather, and this years English summer had been particularly hot. Waaaaaaay too hot. Luckily Blake was used to warm weather, from living in Europe for some time and being on planets with hot temperatures.
Then the smell of peach, peach tea sweetened with sugar filling his nostrils, not too much that it overwhelmed him and gave him that pleasant feeling that he always got from smelling it. Why peach, he thought for a brief moment before he looked around. He saw the trees with leaves that reminded him of the fire in his fireplace during the winters, the buildings of architecture he so adored, all left him enchanted and smiling as his gaze rested on the demon and made him remember the feeling from earlier.
He lowered his eyebrows as he began to focus on the pulse he felt earlier, and without much effort he finally felt what everyone he knew could feel without effort, perhaps barely even noticed anymore. Something he never had the luxury of being born with the full effect.
Before he summoned Ignacis, it was a distant warmth. Like a campfire in the middle of a cold wilderness, but it was always far away, always within sight but impossible to reach, no matter how he tried. Finally it was right by him. He touched himself on the arm, but felt nothing, and for a moment his heart sank. But he didn’t want to give up on the feeling, and thanks to Ignacis’ earlier comment, he could put the pieces together and placed a hand on the demon’s shoulder and immediately looked at his own shoulder.
“So I’m feeling what you feel..” he commented and began to smile as he slowly slid his hand down Ignacis’ arm and followed the feeling down his own arm. “That’s.. that’s awesome. I’ve barely felt anything before. Usually only distant or when it would have been painful for others. Hell, I’ve been bitten on the neck and it only felt like an itch.” he chuckled before he snapped back into reality and retracted his arm, but he never let the feeling go. “Sorry. I zoned out a little.”
Ignacis relished Blake’s reactions. It’s as if the human is discovering intense feeling for the first time in a long while - which explains a few things. Perhaps that is something that can be touched on later. After all, Ignacis receives few sensations if any at all from the human’s side of the link. That won’t do!
For now the demon crosses his arms over his chest and grins as he watches. While his world is enjoyed he can’t help but feel an incredible sense of pride. Thankfully the surroundings are also not overwhelming. The human focuses on bits and pieces at a time, as he should.
An amused, yet understated, smile comes to Ignacis’ face when his shoulder is touched. He unwraps his arms and perks a brow, glancing at Blake. When the human does the delightfully predictable and begin to trace his fingers down the demon’s arm, the male chuckles and flexes it ever so slightly. The feedback from the strain is mimicked in Blake’s body, though downplayed so that it only overlaps the human’s own feeling of flexing.
“Indeed you are,” Ignacis says.
He’s not exactly surprised by the confirmation, though it’s a eureka moment all the same. As a being of lust he had a hard time imagining having lessened senses. Perhaps there is one who exists and without a cure who thrives on the connections to be satisfied? Hm...
The demon frowns. “Perhaps we’ll have to do something about that.” He snerks at the human’s admission. Could it be that he’s so gorgeous so as to distract a man from hope? “No worries. This is common.” He turns on his heel and gestures to the large, metal door. “Let’s get you your intended eye candy, hm?”
Ignacis holds out his arm. The doors split the replica of their owner’s summoning circle carved into them and fly open. Inside is a comfortable, expansive living room area with plenty of visiting beings - demons, aliens, monsters, humans, and what have you - lounging about. When Blake steps inside, he and Ignacis are suddenly many floors up, yet neither suffer disorientation.
Behind them is a large stain glass window depicting many beautiful demons, all male, brandishing and lending their power to one another. Before them is layer upon layer of bookshelves that’re fully packed. They practically create a multi-floor labyrinth of knowledge. Over each section is a symbol likely representing what the focus is, though Blake won’t be able to identify them - hence the presence of his handsome guide.
“You wished to know more of the underworld and demonkind, yes?”
Ignacis leads the way to the appropriate shelf. He gestures for Blake to follow. Upon arrival, the demon retrieves two large tomes and hands them over. “There you are! Two of the finest books in my- erm... Exoris’ collection.”
