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He smirks softly as he keeps her close to him, wrapping his other arm lightly around her shoulders as he gazes back down at her.

"Don't worry, Asherah. All of the breakabes have been long since removed from this place," he says as he leans down and kisses her gently.

"This is the Leviathan Temple, built ages ago by the ancient Atlanteans to worship the beautiful creatures. This is also their breeding grounds."

Enki smiles widely at her wonder and enthusiasm, so very happy to see the Asherah he knows and loves back. He holds her lightly against him as he smiles down at her.

"Then later I shall have to show you my library," he says softly before kissing her again, each soft caress of her lips feeling like an angels wings embracing him, holding him in comfort and protection.

He smirks and lightly presses a soft kiss to her forehead, right underneath her jewel as he lets go of her shoulders, keeping his arm around her waist as he gently leads his beautiful mate back into the temple. He leads her through the grand entrance before coming up to the stairs and leading her slowly up them to the second floor. He points down a hall as the walk past it.

"Down there is the guest quarters, though I rarely ever have guests here. From what I understand, they used to be the living quarters for the priests."

Continuing up the stars, he stops in front of the dining room, looking into it toward the large double doors on the other end.

"This is the kitchen and dining room," he begins before motioning to the large doors on the other end. "Through there is a grand ballroom that I can only assume was once a worship place of some sort," he says before smirking a bit, "I prefer it as a ballroom."

He then leads her up to the top of the stairs and leads her inside the room that it ends in. Inside his a labyrinth of walls and wooden bookcases, each filled to the brim with texts and tomes from all generations. Stacks of old books lay in front of some of the bookcases. This room is a bit darker then the others, strategically placed windows illuminating certain areas and leaving small spots for reading.

"And this," he says with a wave of his hand, "is my personal library."

He snickers softly as he watches her like a kid in a candy/cocaine store. He gazes adoringly at her form as she walks through the isles and pulls a book, taking in the fragrance of an old, vintage text.

"There are hundreds of thousands of books here, breaching nearly all topics one could think of," he says softly, not even sure if she hears him or not. He walks slowly behind her before slipping past her a ways down the island, looking back a bit.

"Come, let me show you something," he says to her as he begins weaving through the massive isles before coming at least near the opposite end of the vast room to a small, dimly lit alcove of books. Each of them look like they'd been through hell and back, but yet their covers seem almost in pristine condition without any rips or tears.

"These books are some of the last remnants of Atlantis. Books on their culture, their tales, their myths and legends. Books on their technology, the Gods they worshipped and the creatures they revered."

He smiles softly at her apparent ecstasy and walks up to her, lightly gliding his arms around her waist to rest lightly upon her stomach as she looks back at him. His bright, azure eyes gaze at the old tomes before looking back down at her with the same soft smile. He leans down and presses another soft, loving kiss to her lips, holding it as if afraid to let go of the moment before pulling back away and gazing into her eyes.

"You could start with 'thanks,'" he says with a soft snicker, holding her adoringly against his body before stepping back and around her. He picks one of the old tomes from the shelf covered in runes from a lost language and opens it, a picture of a large sea serpent adoring the inside.

"Though," he says almost sadly as he turns and shows her the page, the entire book written in a script Asherah did not know, "I'm afraid these books won't do you any good unless you can read Atlantean."

Enki smirks a bit as she takes the book from his hands and looks it over a bit, gazing with a puckered, ever knowledge-hungry look. He watches her a moment as she studies over the page with confusion, trying to figure out if she was attempting to understand what the symbols meant. Stepping next to her, he glances down at the book with the image.

"Yes, actually, I could. It's not nearly as difficult a language as Common to learn," he says softly as he reaches down over her shoulder and gently turns the page, the leave leave covered entirely with the symbols the lines and dots moving in a slightly chaotic yet rhythmical and lyrical manner.

Enki reaches down around her and gently traces his fingers over the cover and the indented letters, still holding a bit of the gold that once lined the indents. His fingertips gently glide along the grooves, though whether it is to help him read it or in a way of nostalgia, it's not quite sure.

"It reads, 'Plagues and Pleasures in the Deep.' If I recall, it's a book about the gifts and curses given by the ocean," he says softly as he takes his hand away from the book to rest lightly on Ash's shoulder.