Water Sports

It was still spring. The days were only starting to get long, and the temperature had a way to go to find its highs. The ocean itself was not so much affected, a massive tank of nearly unchanging temperature, but who wanted to hang out by the beach when it was hardly sunny and hardly summer?

Impatient and opportunistic people, that's who. Fleur and Délise have no interest being as pasty white as their albino brother, and when one lived in Québec for most of their lives it was time to take the opportunity to enjoy some vitamin D.

“Going swimming this time, Délise?” Fleur stretched her arms and legs, standing on top of the sand and letting the tide roll against her feet. She shivered each time it reached her, enjoying the coolness.

Délise, on the other hand, had more interest in examining the sky. Any clouds? Nope. Good time to sit down and tan. So while Fleur enjoyed her one-piece suit, Délise enjoyed her bikini. She didn't doubt Fleur would want to roughhouse a little bit in the water, being the energetic, up and personal girl she was. She didn't want to lose her top to the riptide.

Throwing down a blanket, Délise gave her answer. “You have fun. I'll lie down here and be your lifeguard.” She smirked, pulling out her sunscreen from her bag.

“Ugh.” Fleur removed her hairband and shook her hair out of its ponytail, letting her long strands of auburn hair tumble to her waist. “There's hardly anyone even here at the moment. Who do you expect to impress?”

“Sis, beauty is more about looking good for others. It's about looking good for yourself.”

Neither of the girls noticed him until he rolled into view. Délise, being right next to him, evidently had the most obvious reaction to his sudden arrival. She hated surprises. Surprises meant she was unprepared for what might happen, and that meant she couldn't respond just the right way. It made her appear, for lack of a better word, young.

Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to Orion's. She couldn't decide whether to welcome a delicious torso or chastise the man possessing it. “Wh-What are-” She looked away, face heating up. She just about wanted to scream.

Fleur, on the other hand, exploded with laughter. “You've scared my sister! That's a first!” Fleur liked him that much, already. “So why is it, Délise? What's the need for melanin?”

Délise was no ordinary human either, however. She had an otherworldly presence to herself, and she knew how to take control very quickly. She just needed to assess everything. Literally everything. The Tenebres were good at that, and by God she would be the best Tenebre.

He was really formal, and postured oddly. His pants were unbuttoned, but he was wearing a metal glove. So in conclusion – he was weird. Handsome, but weird. Best to figure him out a little more.

Délise rolled back around on her towel, returning to her calm and smiling face. She drew a hand down along the side of her body, showcasing her curvature to Orion. First check – see if he was even interested, or just really, really weird.

“If I don't get some melanin, I will look pale and sickly. A little bit of sun-kissed skin is never a disadvantage.”

Fleur rolled her eyes. If she lied around like some dead animal, she'd just get fat. So much for looking pretty. “Cool glove, sir. What's it do?” Fleur was, evidently, more interested in his gadgetry than abs or the darkness of skin.

“My name's Fleur. This is my sister, Délise.”

Délise smiled again at the man, though still very much cautious.

Délise heavily leaned to the 'weird' part of her assessment. Were it not for the fact she thought he absolutely was into her, she'd have reacted far more poorly to when she pat her stomach. Instead, she froze in place and held her breath until he was done. Fleur looked at them both with a mix of curiosity and amusement, especially with Délise's expression.

“You're welcome,” Délise said tentatively, rolling onto her stomach to cover herself up as much as she could. Plus, to expose her back. Admittedly, she was a little more resilient to the long term effects of the sunlight. Délise didn't age, which meant she wouldn't look like a prune in her later years. Plus, between so many other vices she plunged into her system, Délise realized quickly enough that her demonic possessor was quite apt at keeping Délise in top figure.

The conversation changed thankfully, as well as Orion's location. Fleur smiled when he rolled up to her, very much fearless and far more focused on examining the metal glove. It was a strange place to have a recording tool on his hand... but Orion explained there was more to it.

“Hello, Orion,” Fleur was still hung up on the crash, as was Délise. The girls looked at each other a brief moment. It wasn't anything like psychic twins, but they knew each other long enough to know when they had a similar expression.

“You mentioned a crash, Orion?” Délise wondered what he meant. She turned herself around to face the water, raising her head to face him. Her cleavage spilled out generously underneath her.

“Yeah, like, a plane crash? Are you some special air force agent or something?” Fleur took a closer look at the glove, trying to find any insignias. A glove that could perform self-defence, recording, and laser shows. Seemed too weird to be military at all. “No, you look too young for that,” Fleur tilted her head and smiled. She was all too curious, now.

“Welcome to the Manta Carlos Islands, regardless,” Délise smiled and welcomed him while her sister barraged him with questions. The succubus chuckled over Fleur's eagerness. Though in all fairness, Délise was no less curious.

Who the heck said rotations? What culture on Earth didn't have a word for 'day' to easily translate? Even Fleur, a little more easy going when it came to following people's stories, had to start questioning Orion's peculiar nature.

It wasn't until they had a glimpse of the metallic craft that their minds almost literally exploded into space. Was this guy, like, an astronaut? No way, no one had a shuttle that weird. But now it came down to trying to reconcile the obvious, but seemingly impossible answer.

Fleur was the first to say it, “Wait, so, Orion. You're like, not even from Earth?” She was smiling. That was awesome! A real live space dude! Life from other planets! “Where you are from? Why'd you come to Earth anyway!” Fleur didn't even know where to start. Wanted to know more about Earth? Fleur wanted to know about the galaxy! What was his culture like? Did they have women, too? Were they as hot as Orion was toned? Were they green?

Délise had a little more focus on Orion's... anatomy. Her eyes caught with Orion's for a moment, though it didn't look like he was staring quite at her eyes. Knowing he wasn't human at least made things feel a little easier. The uncanny valley was flipped upside down once she understood the context. On the other hand, she still had her own question.

“You look rather... human, for someone not from around here. Is that just a disguise?” Délise shifted a little. She hoped it was real, or as real as it got. Learning he was secretly some bug under all that would be disappointing, to say the least.

Ugh man, he was being vague. Was Orion on a secret mission or something? What the heck did 'not from Earth' mean, if not quite literally not from Earth? Fleur crossed her arms and studied Orion again, trying to figure out what he was playing at. He seemed to be...almost...imitating her.

It was made even more apparent when he turned around to address Délise. He dropped one act, and turned to another. Délise watched Orion play with his pants, half-expecting (and half-hoping) he was about to slip right out of them. Fleur wondered the same (and half-dreading), until he thankfully gave up trying to operate his... pants.

“Uh, I think you're talking about the wrong kind of cover?” Fleur strarted to stretch her arms again, raising them far up into the air and then pulling them way back behind her head. The way her flexibility worked, she seemed to just about fold her arms completely in half.

Délise stood up off of her blanket, grabbing the towel underneath her and starting to whip the sand off of the bottom. “Fleur and I don't have any proper top halves for you. But if you want, try this.” She brushed her towel off some more and proceeded to wrap it over Orion's shoulders. She tied a knot around his neck, giving him a sort of towel-cape. She smiled, tugging the edges of the towel to run down his arms... though it was more of an excuse to give her hands a feel for his skin.

Fleur rolled her eyes.

“How's that for a cover?” Délise giggled.