Erik, the Prince and Princess' Chambers.
The door closed shut quietly.
Erik looked up and sighed heavily, before letting his body slide down on the hall and sunk on the wooden surface of the floor. His gaze remained firmly fixed on observing the ceiling architecture, but his mind far, far beyond it. Her words rocked his mind like in a wild Friday night party, leaving it moving in foreign ways, ways that he would never expect it to go by.
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"It's me... your Sarah... please remember!"
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"It's me I swear--!"
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Sarah hadn't left his side ever since they came here, he hasn't lost sight of her not even for once. Then, how could that girl claim to be Sarah? Could she be somehow--? He shook his head violently, pounding down those words again and again, but it seemed they refused to dislodge themselves from his mind. Erik wanted to get rid of that thought so badly that he would very much hit the wall with his own head until he bled out every drop of blood he had, but that would be just stupid, acting like a hotheaded, like his brother Sam. But, it couldn't be helped. It confused and angered him at the same time, and was driving him insane. Why was he doubting himself now? She never lied to him so, he had no reason to be suspicious of her now. Of course, she has been acting strange lately but, that doesn't mean anything. It could be just stress or TPM, she was human after all. He thought, trying forcibly to dismiss the possibility that, maybe, just maybe, things weren't as they seemed to be. He tried to convince himself more than once that they were not the same person, and, although physically very much alike, they had nothing in common, besides being both humans. Erik dragged his knees to his chest, entwining his rough, long fingers in between his smooth, gingery hair-locks; he was grasping onto them quite intensively as he felt lost and confused. "What just happened?" He asked himself, recalling his previous impulsiveness.
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"Ahh~!"
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"H-How do you expect me to answer if you continue to touch in places that are sensitive? Ngh~ ahh!"
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Leisurely, he withdrew his right hand and positioned it on his vision field. "It felt..." He begun, thoughtfully thinking about the 'small' interaction he had with that human girl a few moments ago. "NO!" Erik jolted up overstrung with all the mixed feelings and conflict thoughts on the matter. "My mother would be very disappointed in me!" He let out a sigh, "Maybe not..." He swept the decorations from a near table, sending them smashing to the floor. He yelled out of frustration.
- Bam -
The air is suddenly rent by the sound of his knuckles meeting the plaster. His eyes widened in shock at the sudden burst of rage. Erik passed his personal tipping point. It was like a vexing of the soul for what he had felt in that moment of weakness was wrong and not admissible. It was a sick, twisted feeling that made him curse his incubus' nature. It was a feeling that burned so scarcely in his core and crept beneath his pale skin, but that he knew so well. It was desire with a pinch of lust to the mixture; he was so intoxicated by those two powerful emotions which he had no intention of ever feeling for another person. He had his feet firmly on the ground until very instant he touched her skin. Something spiked inside of him that shadowed his rational thinking. The rest of his world became a rough blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing he was focused on, was touching her. If it wasn't for her calling him by his human name, interrupting his hypnotic state, he would have pretty much continued down that path. He stepped back, turning his back at the wall. He breathed in and out while rubbing his temples softly, try and calm himself down. Acting so explosive; didn't seem like him at all. "What am I even trying to go with this?" He slightly ruffled his hair, feeling somewhat embarrassed for the way he was acting."Even if your body betrays you, you keep denying it, Erik." A massive, resigned sigh escaped his lips as he looked at the door. Slowly, he approached it and placed his hand on top of its surface. He leaned his forehead and closed his eyes, trying to think of something else yet, all that crossed his mind was how it felt when his hand touched her skin, caressed her, how her warmth swept into his soul like rain after a long drought. He would move the hair out of the way and kiss her neck hard, pushing her back against the wall and ravishing her like the King he was. Then, before she knew how it happened, that green-velvet, already stirred up dress would fall down, slipping nicely throughout her perfect body curves, at just the snap of his fingers; her skin would have an amber bright in the fireplace's light. Those pale, rose-bud pink lips would fit perfectly in his like a piece of a puzzle meant to be connected in that specific place. Erik's touched his bottom lip and brushed it slightly with his fingertip, fantasizing how it would it feel if he dared to kiss her. Would they be warm and tender? Would they be moist, or too rough? How would they taste? Could they be bitter but sweet enough to make any man want to try them over and over? Could they taste after some kind of fruit lipstick? "Ugh--" He curled his hand into a fist again; thinking about her features was torture and real pain for him somehow. Lastly, he sighed, troubled that those nasty, obscure thoughts for that girl would be the end of him and, consequently, of his 'marriage' with Sarah. "I have to talk to James. I'm sure he can advise me on what to do." Mindset, he walked away in silence.