Dark Prince

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ just like my dreams

[eagwen-blog]

Being wrapped in each other like this feels so right that it would be futile to deny that they fight in each other’s lives so perfectly– that one of them without the other just isn’t right. Nothing can make her think otherwise at this point; not the immense amount of morphine in her system and not even the insecurities she has. 

She remembers the first time they said “I love you” to each other and how the words felt so heavy on their lips because they’ve been dying to say it but never found the perfect moment to. That same weight is on her lips now but she bites back her tongue, not wanting to say it out loud and ruin the moment. 

The kiss is quick and sweet but to Gwen, it’s the longest second of her life, as she thinks about how much she loves him over and over. “I don’t want you to regret anything because even if you hurt me, I forgive you.” She tells him easily, her own fingers cupping his cheek. 

I love you, she thinks when their gazes lock once more. His question surprises her but the answer comes to her just as quickly because it’s something that she doesn’t have to think about. “No.” She shakes her head, a cute pout forming on her lips. “My freedom is wherever you are, Erik. Even if you break my heart over and over, if given the chance, I’d always choose you.”

[eaerikson-blog]

“Silly.” He tapped her forehead with slight force, a quick grimace as a surge of green fought within him. He sighed, closing his eyes and cupping both her cheeks with his hands. He leaned closer to her, and plant several little whispers of kisses on her lips. “This is but a dream, you can be more honest.”

He releases her face, fingers moving to hold her hands in his own. “You’re having the worst case of Stockholm syndrome I’ve ever seen.” He laughs.

“You should rest. So that you may wake from this dream.” He is expected her to resist. She’d probably never want to leave a dream that had him acting this way to her. However, he knew that he could only put up so much of a fight before he would lose to his mother’s magic.

He knew of course what was the cause of their split. Yet, he lacked the courage to do what was needed in order to banish his mother’s curse. Merely, at times like these he contained it. The more he attempts however, the stronger the curse will become.

[ofmorphers-blog]

 Magical Solutions

”..well–are you? going through a bad phase” it’s not like she was entirely clueless about this guy, given that a certain blondie  and teagane had grown close–too close– there was some knowledge Teagane held about this particularly sharp and evil specimen that stood before her. A light frown momentarily appears on her forehead, she warily looks right at him, man did this guy give her the creeps, who could ever possibly begin to actually like him–oh.

“If you think you’ll be getting an answer to all your questions, then you’re wrong” she inhales a shaky breath, her guard up now that her only protection had been teleported away. This was a dangerous man, she had to tread carefully. At first, it was just a feeling but now she was certain: she had made a grave mistake coming to him. “When it comes to magic, there is no logic. Time…time has everything to do with logic and reasoning, it’s a frail sea of invisible waves that if messed with , can cause larger than life Tsunamis, affecting all in it’s range. There is no actual fragmentation in time, we all exist in the past present and future at the same time” her neck muscles were straining, afraid yet determined with a great amount of courage she had inherited from her father, she stood facing him, now without any real defense. 

Books…were probably never a weapon or a shield. Still, it was all psychological.  The man had just gone from being intimidating to downright spooky and she wished she never had to meet him around a dark corridor.  The spark had made her back up another step, instinct to defend had er almost dropping into a crouch but the amount of shock that washed over her had her squinting at him “That…have you been stalking me?!” incredulous,  she started. He as playing with her and man did that annoy her. Using self-restraint she kept herself from flashing for her books, instead, she stood regarding him intently. He’s no monster, it’s okay, you got this. “Teagane Allen, you’ve probably read my name using some of your voodoo..but let’s not stray from the topic. If you were to send someone-or yourself back or forth in time- months or years back or ahead–how would you do it?” she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her year “ Aside from requiring very long and sustainable source of magic of course. Sure you sent a few books back to a desk you can view over the time span of seconds…but if you need to send someone to a particular place you may not have seen over a span of years– I have a feeling only magic wouldn’t accomplish that”

She may have just insulted him, indirectly of course, but that was payback.

[eaerikson-blog]

“No.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m not going through a bad phase.” A wave of his hand and their surroundings melted from being outside the corridor to appearing on the roof. A sound on their right signaled that her books were brought along with them. 

Erikson sat back, leaning backwards on nothing as he hovered, feet barely touching the floor. “Please. You’re not important enough for me to stalk, Miss Allen.” He gazed upwards to the sky, closing his eyes almost as if he was ready to take a nap.

“Voodoo while magic, is not how I would prefer mine to be called... If I were to want to send someone back and forth in time, one must consider that time has a habit of latching on. A natural tendency to balance itself out. Things happening now would have been a result of someone in the past, the challenge is that when... someone arrives in the past, and time chooses to latch on rather than to push back... They get stuck. So books are easy, lifeless, the ripple in time caused will not make time do more than just ignore the dust in it’s eye. But a living person however, is like poking time in the eye, because the displacement can be huge.”

“Question is...” He turns to his side, still suspended in the air looking at her. “Where do you want to head to? The past or the future?”

“Are you trying to fix something... or are you trying to escape time’s clutches?”He smirks.”Because you are right... magic alone would not be able to rewrite time. It requires something else... of which I have no obligation to share to you.”

[ofmorphers-blog]

 Magical Solutions

 The  flood of dread just heightens the moment he asks his first question and then dismisses it the next second. She takes a deep breath, ready to roll with the plan when the guy is suddenly up in her space and Teagane shuffles back, a nervous habit of propping her glasses over and over when they were not even out of place kicks in and for a few good seconds she’s looking everywhere but him.

Get a hold of yourself, you can’t let him get to you!

“I- I wouldnt call it too much interest, some students here have to work alot harder to make through the courses—not eeryones a genuis” insert a small, polite smile and she internally patted herself on the back. “If you are referring to yourself as the devil—I beliee there is goodness within everyone, you’re clearly just going through a bad phase” she nods slowly, trying to seem understanding and friendly and someone who certainly was not hiding something big “I’m just an..average girl trying to understand all” she vaguely gestures in the air and nearly looses grip on her books “ oops! That was close!..heh..I’m just poor when it comes to relating.sciene with..sorcery…and if..if sorcery is as powrful as it’s made to be I’m sure it can take down Science anyday” she maintains the ‘I’m just a harmless, fragile being’ exterior and continues “And time travel is just-fascinating y’know, like how can you not geek out about that..heh” words are punctuated by soft chuckles- all this time his presence only grew heavier.

Why was he like this!  “So um you think it’s do-able?” she beams straight at him, wrestling her fear into submission “ Going back and forth in time using magic?”

[eaerikson-blog]

The corner of his lips lifted, but he kept his silence. He waited for her to finish. The more one says, the more holes form. Especially from one like her, in what is clearly a decision of impulse on her part.

“I’m just going through a bad phase... Are you listening to yourself?” He chuckles. “An average girl will not come up to a Thorn for homework help. An average girl would probably have her defenses up when speaking with me, not try as lousy as one might to look... harmless perhaps a word i might use.”

A feral grin split on his face, straightening up away from her now. “It is do-able. Time is an important factor in the world as we live in. Yet, time can be experience differently and calculated differently. So many of us occupy the same world , yet live in different time.”

He tapped the books in her arms and they vanished. “Question is...” He chuckles. “Your books are on your desk. Do you think I sent them back in time to a point before you took them, or just merely moved them through space back to your desk? Or is time and space so entwined that perhaps you may never know?”

He laughed, enjoying perhaps confusing the female.

“What is a reality however is that you’ve pricked my interest. Thing is I don’t even know your name...” He tilted his head, snapped his finger and a midnight blue spark ignited. Erikson blinked, his eyes widening barely a moment, but he seemed to have kept his composure.

His smile remained unchanged however, as his words left his lips. “Miss Allen.”

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ just like my dreams

[eagwen-blog]

A huge part of her refuses to believe that what she’s hearing is true; that Erikson would allow himself to be as vulnerable as he is now. Gwen remembers him to be strong and powerful and she has always looked to him as her source of strength so to see him this way makes her think that maybe the Erikson she has seen in the last few weeks have not been him entirely. 

But regardless, Gwen knows for sure that she loves him and that she always will. She welcomes him into the small cramped space of the hospital bed without much question, allowing herself to bask in the comforts of his warmth because she doesn’t know when it will be possible next. Just like this, she feels at ease and if death comes at this second, she will die happily. 

“I tried hating him, you know?” She answers honestly. “Because he promised to love me for always but he broke that promise so, of course, I got hurt but the longer I tried to hate him, the stronger my feelings grew for him. I love him even with all the broken pieces of my heart.”

Her free hand comes up to comb lightly through his hair and her heart feels completely at ease as she presses closer to him. It’s quiet for a while and Gwen kisses the crown of his head like she used to. “Do you regret it?” She eventually asks. “Do you regret falling in love with me?” 

[eaerikson-blog]

He pressed his cheek on her shoulder, resting as his eyes fluttered shut. The weariness sinking in his bones seemingly to melt away as he found rest, his solace, her. He nodded absentmindedly to her words, he was listening, but the comfort of being once again this close to her overtook him.

Her hand combing through his hair, lifted the corners of his lips. Her kiss like being gently lowered into a hot tub in the middle of winter. “No.” He replied, eyes fluttering open to gaze into her eyes. “I regret making you fall in love with me.”

He pressed his lips onto her lips, a quick peck, a smile naturally blossoming. “He regrets telling you he’d love you forever, capture your heart, knowing fully that the pair of you would never be. His pride blinded him, and when reality sets, it was too late.”

He combs his fingers through her hair now, shifting so that now they were facing each other, him being on the end of the bed. “If I could head back in time, that you may never have to feel the heartbreak that you did. Would you choose to be free?”

[ofmorphers-blog]

 Magical Solutions  //; @eaerikson​

‘You have to do it all, all over again in the absolutely exact manner you had done things in the past. You can’t vary in your actions and words, time is a sensitive matter, you stay a few steps away from a path and you’ll be creating major changes that may or may not appear before you in a heart beat.

Be well, m daughter, be wary and careful. Make no mistake, make no friends, that time would not be your time and if you ever accidentally time travel, promise you will return to use as we are now’

‘I love you, dad’

Stephanie Tagane did not understand why her mind had decided to replay the conversation she had with her father- well the one she would have two years from now, given she had involuntarily ended up making a time jump she had never wanted or intended to make. His voice, so tender, so clear in her mind, they were talking about impossible probabilities, technically, she should have never been able to cross the thresholds of time yet she did. She had done exactly what her Father had feared. Lost in the thoughts and words that made her sad, Teagane sat lost just as the classes ended- Science and Sorcery. She had been furiously taking notes, most of her classmates participating in class discussions but not her—she was going to do things just as she  had done  as a sixteen year old and sit quietly in class, fake being that shy one all over again.

she was desperate, in need of help and she needed an answer, could Magic at least act as an access point for the time barriers to be created. Just as the question echoed in her mind, a certain student threw the question at the professor who declined as answer till next class. Wide, brown eyes focus on the student- ah yes, Erikson…oh God, he intimidated her- the younger her and the older her.why oh why, did it have to be him.

She waits it out, she wanted most the students gone, Erikson seemed to be getting ready to go, she had to decide! IT was now or basically never. But she had never approached the guy! She’d be doing something new, this itself would be her straying from a set path of footsteps she needed to walk on!

A tremble went down her spine, she was on her feet, her glasses firmly being pushed back in place. She didn’t want to play with  the sensitive strings of Time but if this guy could be the helping hand she needed to speed back to her time, she was going to take it.

With a silent apology to her Father, Teagane took quiet steps towards Erikson’s desk, a book clutched to her chest like some shield. Why did this feel so damn wrong.

“Hi”

Oh God no, no don’t Stephanie

“I h-had a question.. can you spare some time? It’s for–um my notes…”

Talk about struggling to remain calm, she was putting a ton load of effort to maintain eye contact, this sure as hell felt like talking to a devil kind of a situation.

[eaerikson-blog]

Erikson Thorn stared out of the windows as the professor droned on about the relation between science and sorcery. There was active discussion going on but it was but muted chatter to the young fairy. Honestly, if one was to think about it, there was no reason for Erikson Thorn to be in this class, the only reason for it being a free grade on his report card, which is true.

In fact, there had been many times when the professor assigned practicals for them, and Erikson just breezed through the assignment effortlessly. When asked to explain, rather than the normal explanation that involves magical calculation, Erikson’s reply was a simple... “It happened because I wanted it to.”

Dark fairies are not bound by the laws of magic, they are magic. No need for spells or restrictions like wand waving or midnight. What they cannot do however, is go against magic. Not the laws, but the very nature of magic. Bringing someone back from the dead for example is a clear cut case of something frowned upon.

His attention was however drawn when the quiet clumsy speedster asked a question towards the end of the class, The professor holds it off, as the bell rings signally the end of a class. Erikson shrugged, not paying much attention to her as he shifts his attention back outside, waiting for the crowd to disperse before he took his leave.

Her voice seemed nervous, and Erikson paused, looking at his classmate with a brow raised. He blinked, his head searching for an answer which was answered when she explained.

She wanted the answer withheld from her by the professor from me, he predicted.

He tilts his head, studying the female. She looked almost familiar and not because they were in the same class. “Do you have relatives in this school?” He asked, his brows furrowing. However, without waiting for an answer he waved it off. “Never mind. I’m not interested either.”

“What interest me however, is that you are far much too interested in time science and sorcery...” He closed the distance between their faces, him leaning down to observe her eyes. “Far too much for mere academic curiosity for a student.”

“Tell me... Are you willing to trade with the devil for the information you seek?”

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ just like my dreams

[eagwen-blog]

Gwen tries but eventually fails miserably to hold back the awed gasp that leaves her lips as she watches his wings emerge and the moonlight highlighting them perfectly. Anything that her mind could have ever conjured up can compare to the magnificence that is all Erik’s own and the sight tugged at her heart once more. How lucky is his sister to be able to still call him her own; Gwen silently wishes she could still call him hers. 

“I don’t mind dying, you know.” She says in response to him, looking into his eyes despite the haze of the morphine in her system. Perhaps it’s the medications talking. She feels vulnerable in front of him when she’s weak like this; for the longest while she was used to having him around to protect her but now she knows that she must start learning to be strong enough to protect herself. “I’ve been good all my life but the one thing I wanted with my whole heart didn’t work out for me so I no longer see the point.” 

She smiles back at him and uses her free hand to keep his hand on her cheek. She has missed his touch. “But in death, I can freely watch over you and make sure you’ll find happiness. In death, I can freely love you without making you hate me.” 

[eaerikson-blog]

“I do.” His lips moved before he could stop himself, surprised hidden beneath his smiling mask. A midnight blue aura of magic wrapped around his heart, the green light within hidden. “I mind you dying.” He continued, his smile becoming much more natural and genuine. 

He dropped the rail on the side of the bed, seating beside her. His arms wrapped around her from behind and he rested his head on her shoulder. His wings curled around them, almost like a cocoon from the dangers of the world.

“I do not hate you.” He whispered, closing his eyes, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. He sniffed the scent of her hair, it smelled like hospital, morphine and something uniquely Gwen. “I wish the same sometimes. That I could be an angel of death, that I may watch over you, watch you grow old and when you tire of the world, I may be the one that frees you, stealing you for my own eternity.”

“Yet...” His arms tightened. “Soon... perhaps... it might be easier if you do hate Erikson Thorn. Because he knows that there is something affecting him, however, he is reluctant to fight it. So for someone like that, he is not worth the tears.”

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ just like my dreams

[eagwen-blog]

Great. Just great. “You’re not a very nice angel if that’s the first thing you say to a dead person.” Out of all the possible images and people her mind could conjure up, it has to be him but then again it does make sense. Another number of weeks have gone by since she saw him last and despite the change in their relationship status, she would be lying if she says that she doesn’t miss him. 

“I’m dead and this is heaven, right?” She asks as he pushes her down on the bed. She feels far too small next to him like this when she’s all bandaged up and weak while he’s standing there looking as handsome as ever. It’s quite unfair but then again, Erik has always been too good for her. He who looks like a prince straight out of anyone’s dreams; it was really only a matter of time before her time with him ran out. She doesn’t deserve him after all. 

Quietly, she lifts her hand and reaches for his that is resting on her shoulder. She doesn’t know how he’ll react but it’s worth a shot because she doesn’t know when she’ll get another chance like this. “I must be dead because there’s no way you’re real and here right now, not when you don’t care me about me anymore.” 

[eaerikson-blog]

No. Heaven is the last place you’d ever find me. Erikson thought, remembering a time where he wanted them to live forever, because if a life after death does exist, they’d be separated for eternity. That was not a risk he was willing to take, yet who was he to deny them escape? Would they really want to watch their children pass on before them, never having a chance to find true rest?

Erik shook his head, it was not a time to think back to what ifs that will not happen. They are no longer together, his feelings are clear. Yet, his free hand moved to her face, tapping a finger on the tip of her nose. “Well... Seems like I’ve been caught.” Large black feathered wings sprouted from behind him, the form he used in battle as compared to his blue ones.

“Your time is not yet up.” He continued, and he smiled, immersing himself into the role. The back of his fingers grazing over her cheek. “What you need is to be good, rest and everything will work out”

[eagwen-blog]

⚜ just like my dreams

The second time Gwen wakes up, the room is dipped in darkness with only the pale moonlight filtering through the shades that enables her to make out shapes and forms. Her eyelids are as heavy as ever  but she fights through the haze of sleep and looks around the room. She realizes then that the blinding pain she had felt earlier has now become muted as if it is only now crawling beneath her skin instead of coursing wildly through her veins. How long will this last, she thinks. 

A clean sweep of the room lets her know that she’s alone and she pointedly ignores the disappointed feeling that settles in her chest. I don’t need anyone, she thinks to herself in a poor attempt at self reassurance. Wiggling her toes and fingers, she’s relieved to realize that she can move and feel them; clearly her fall was not that damaging. 

And with her pain numbed, Gwen reaches for the hand rails on either side of her bed and tries to use it to push herself up into a sitting position not thinking about how bad the sudden movement will be for her. There’s no point in staying here any longer if she feels fine. She just wants to go home. 

[ @eaerikson ] 

[eaerikson-blog]

Her pain and injuries slowly faded into his fingertips as the magic washed over her body. They would be uninterrupted for now, the floor asleep by his family’s trademark spell. He had excluded her however, worried of how that brand of magic would affect her. So when her eyelids fluttered as her wounds got better, he cursed silently.

Melting into the surroundings, he became invisible, not wanting her to have ideas that spoke otherwise of their current arrangement. Watching her eyes slowly focus, wandering around the room before he watched the slight hope disappear within her eyes. She was still as easy to read as always. However, the moment she grabbed the rails to pull herself up, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here, Erik acted.

His strong hand found her shoulder as he held her down, his magic fading and appearing before her. “You should not move around yet.” His cool tone echoed in the empty room. “There is a difference between wanting to be strong and suicide.”

[eaerikson-blog]

Darkness Returns | Solo.

It had barely been a couple of minutes that he set foot into the school that chaos appeared. Erikson had vanished during the beach outing, a calling by his mother had effectively ended the trip for him. So as people scrambled past him, he moved to the side away from the corridor. Someone seemed to have injured themselves, and his eyes widen momentarily when a half-naked Ophelia followed the stretcher.

“Looks like someone got hurt in cheerleading.” He mumbled to himself, and he froze. He wondered about the probability of it being someone close.

As night falls, Erik wondered why he was here in the hospital. The nurse beside him slumped, asleep on her desk. Rather it would be more accurate to say it was not just the nurse who was asleep, but the entire floor. If someone was to perhaps pass on, one can only blame fate.

He stood outside the door, peering in.

She was still beautiful, and his heart ached.

[fyeah-marktuan]

[eaerikson-blog]

Cabin: Triton - @eajulian, @eaxcardinal, @eatau, @eaerikson

“Let’s host a party.” Erik grinned.

[eaerikson-blog]

bad influence

@eaxscarlet

Erik poured himself a cup of whiskey, rolling the amber liquid in the glass as he walked around the cabin. Sipping his poison, he explored the cabin while there was still no one around. Perhaps they had left to explore the beach and the surrounding areas, but Erik had chosen to stay. Someone had to take care of the cabin after all.

A knock brought Erik out of his daze, having stared out of the window aimlessly. He opened to door to see a familiar face, considering the cabin mates he had, not unexpected. “Your brother is not in at the moment.” He moved to open the door wider. “However, you’re welcomed to stay if you want to wait for him.”

A smirk appeared on his lips. “Do you still make a mean cup of coffee?”He shuffled back to the dining desk, flipping over another cup to pour a new cup of whiskey. Picking up the cup, he turned and presented it to Scarlet.

“Here Servanthood...” Erik grinned. “Have some... We’re on break after all.”

“Why? Never had alcohol before? I expected more from someone brave enough to show her ears after all.”

[eayujin-blog]

oh charlie

[eayujin-blog]

Nami’s halfway through laughing her liver away when she sees the stranger looking at her– not that she didn’t see that coming, she’s a little fearless anyway yolo. She blinks and drops her hand away from her face when he displays his wings– beautiful and captivating. 

“Attention?” she repeats, getting distracted at his wings. She shakes her head apologetically, being the dense idiot that she is. “I give it back–” she says and moves closer, lifting her hand over his wings to pet it. 

“Wow” she mumbles to herself. “Where can I get one of this?” she asks in all seriousness, face as eager as a little child. 

[eaerikson-blog]

“Give it back?” Erik could not help but laugh at her comment. Watching her move to touch his wings, he raised a brow. This person had either knew nothing of him, or is basically fearless.

“I was born with it.” He smiles, taking the time to be nice, for now. “Perhaps you may get a costume one at a costume shop.”

“Now... I’m curious. May I have your name, and do you know who I am?”

[ursotasteless]

“Rules should be fair, Rik.” She rolled her eyes before she noticed his expression becoming tense and his words make her eyes go steely. The students were getting to him, he wanted to have his emotions back but he couldn’t not yet. She needed him in darkness still. “Worry is a feeling…” She blanks before her hand is brought down.

His next words come as a shock, she had read up on him but did he, his sister or even his mother rival Zeus? Not so sure, but he seemed to be hearing the whispers a little too loud for her liking; he needed to only hear her whispers. “You know what I want, I want exactly what you want. My desires are yours and vice versa.” 

Worry. The repeat of the word creates a rage inside her, she didn’t need to drag someone kicking and screaming with worry from the past; she needed someone to walk alongside her and maybe even lead her. As the feather dropped and felt her clothes rip she sighed, he would pay for that later. Evil didn’t need to be so needlessly destructive. 

“Let’s not rip my clothes, if you want to see me naked just ask.” She smirked before stepping closer and letting only her eyes glow from the darkness, Erikson wasn’t the only one who could exhibit power with ease. 

He was trying to see if she would go after the worm that dangled in front of her, but she was no fish; but a shark pulling in the fisher in the process of taking the bait. “I’m not going anywhere, unlike you I have no ties to sever.”

“Now, about bringing down Olympus. Would Hades be included?” 

[eaerikson-blog]

Black feathers melted into midnight blue, shrinking in span before it finally split into the four trademark translucent blue wings Erik has. A flutter of the wings, and they vanished, hidden. Erikson sighed, gazing at he before he shook his head. “I’m not interested to see you naked.” Erik blinked and chuckled. “You’re more little sister than someone I want to do.”

His movement fluid, he bent downwards to pick her up, arms around her thighs as he draped her over his shoulder. “Come on... Time to get you back to the school. Places like these are unsafe. You might meet demons you shouldn’t meet.”

A wave of his hand, and the browning greenery reverted to their natural state, wilting flowers blooming as life was breathe back into the land. “Sometimes the decision between life and death is a mere intent.” Erik continued, as he walked back to the school, Ophelia on his shoulder.

“I would bring down Olympus if they are ever oppressing a friend.” He said, setting Ophelia down on her feet when the school came into view, outside the dense forest. Smiling as his hands squished her cheeks gently. “You should not play with fire, dear little Lia.”

“You might not enjoy the ending you’ve imagined.” Erikson smiled, combing her hair. “Because as you stand above the ruins as a Queen, they may be no subjects to rule.”

“While you may be a queen in the game that I’m playing, I’m not the king you’re looking for in yours. You know what happens when one tries to outplay the fates.”

[eaerikson-blog]

Prince Pack - Saying goodbye to summer in style.

@reedxea - The Red Prince

@eaxkay - The Ice Prince

@eaedward - The Pirate Prince

@eaerikson - The Dark Prince

-Still Recruiting-

[eaxkay]

disaster’s pair

[eaxkay]

He smiles when his friend drinks, Kay has always wanted Erik to loosen up– he’s a very close friend, a one-in-a-million kind of friend and being a rebel just makes it better– he wouldn’t have to worry about being able to influence evil in his friend’s heart when Erik is already evil himself.

“Well, you’re already emotionally confused– I suppose the alcohol wouldn’t even be able to contribute anymore” he comments, not really being a good shoulder to cry on just because he’s a sadistic eighteen year old. His features turn into concern, finding the other’s comments not funny at all– if he is joking, that is.

“Hey you can’t be the only villain for that– then I’d be completely worthless” he finally jokes, and listens again to the real deal; Gwen. A common friend. “What?” he asks and drinks. “You can’t just stop feeling–” he says but completely regrets it because yes, you can stop feeling against your will, he gets it. Kay couldn’t make out the other reason, he completely disregards it– if it is tainted on the gossip mill, he wouldn’t exactly know since Kay hates gossip.

Kay wants to say ‘find a way’ or ‘don’t make it happen’ but having his first-hand experience with things like this, he knows that it can’t be helped, so he continues to be an open box to talk to, not giving much contribution to the ‘comforting’ part.

“Get a hold of yourself, Erikson Thorn” 

he says, forces himself, find a way, make a way, he thinks. 

[eaerikson-blog]

“Join me, Luke” Erik extended his hand over to Kay. “Together, we can rule the galaxies together.”

A chuckle and Erik looked outwards. “Of course, I can’t be the only villain for that. Do you think Mother sent me to this school for that very reason? That I may find those that I need to make this happen. Like you, boyfriend.”

Erik sighs once again, if Kay had to tell him to get his shit together, he was perhaps honestly drowning in it. With everything that is happening, he wonders how to deal with everything. However, the pain question he has, perhaps he might just have found the best person to ask it.

“Well you can’t feel...” Erik looked downwards in thought. “Yet, you feel as if you should be sorry, that it should hurt but it does not. When you see her suffering, and it should tug at the heartstrings, but it does not. How... How does one cope with that? Reality seems distorted, and honestly... Perhaps... I feel like I’m the one that’s allowing it to happen.”

[eaerikson-blog]

Erik’s role (after 11pm):

Let’s make this a party.