[thesailorpriince]

esoteriics·:

Ariel was surprised that Eric asked her to return. It wasn’t that she was against but-it’s been too long. She did feel happy partly being here. But she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he voice. She felt like a royal again but at what coast. Ariel didn’t even see him often. If she could speak she would say she missed him. 

Ariel decided to surprise the other. The mermaid wanted to know how he was doing. Maybe she him have that goofy grin she loved so much. Ariel blushed hearing her name. “Eric.” She signed. “I haven’t but I can try.”  She wanted to say those words. I missed this. But the only thing that came out was a small pathetic sound. The silence was awkward. She smiled. 

“What are you doing over there?” She asked walking closer to the desk.

Watching her sign made something in his chest sink. He could not help but feel guilty for it - after all, had she not freely given up her voice to be closer to him? It seemed like a lifetime ago that a strange and beautiful maiden had turned up on the shore and changed his life. And yet, the pair seemed to still be haunted by the choices that they have made. 

The sound she made made his grip on his pen tighten, just a little. But he returned her smile. “Oh, this?” He glanced down at the array of reports before him and offered her a small, embarrassed smile. “Work,” He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. “The ball has reminded everyone of the the war,” A dark shadow crossed his face. “I guess I am the only one who can make the final decision on what Marna does.” 

The weight of it felt impossible upon his shoulders, his limbs physically weary though he had only been sitting, his mind truly at work. “I could use a break,” He rose from his desk. “Do you want something to eat? Chef Louis is at the market but I’m sure we could make something, or...” He trailed off. “Would you rather go out?”

[thesailorpriince]

whitesctin·:

@thesailorpriince·  // ursula +  eric

the  hybrid  licked  her  lips  slowly,  collecting  the  droplets  of  blood  that  had  escaped  from  her  meal.  “  i’m  beginning  to  think  you’re  following  me. ”  ursula  had  heard  him  coming,  hadn’t  bothered  to  straighten  up  her  appearance  other  than  to  kick  the  unfortunate  soul  she’d  killed  into  the  sea,  giving  a  flick  of  her  wrist  for  the  waves  to  take  her  victim  away.  “  you  are  a  long  way  from  home,  prince  eric, ”  she  continued,  in  a  sultry  purr.  “  should  i  leave  it  up  to  pure  coincidence,  or  is  there  something  you’d  like ? ”

Eric stilled, though he was not sure if it was the sight of the blood that escaped that full mouth of hers or that melodic voice of hers that made his body freeze. He watched, blue eyes fixed on the crumpled body she carelessly cast into the sea, fearing the spike of fear course through his veins. And yet, he made no move to leave. “I don’t believe in coincidences and I would not think you do, either.” The prince dared to take a step closer towards her, mindful to still keep some distance between them. “I heard you were here,” His tone was a tad accusatory, though he kept glancing between those large brown eyes and her blood stained lips. “You like bargains, don’t you?”

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Ask my muse three questions, and they will have to answer one truthfully

The other two they can answer…but they are not obligated to answer with the truth

[thesailorpriince]

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down + you know who

Meme Monday: Closed (Eric ft Ursula)

Eric was drowning.

He did not know how he had found his way into the ocean, the cold waves crashing around him as he fought for purchase. All he knew, in the frantic thoughts that screamed within his mind, was that he had been in bed, tossing about in a fitful sleep. And the next thing he knew, he was in the middle of the ocean, fighting for his life. 

He clawed at the water, but it would not give, watery hands seeming to tug him down until sharp, salty water began to fill his lungs. He choked on it, fought to spit it out, but great gulps seemed to fill him. It was as though the sea was a living, breathing thing that wished to consume him - to fill him. 

He coughed and spluttered, his body fighting, wanting to live, but no. What use was he to the entity that had claimed so many before him, so many after? 

A strange sort of stillness came over the prince - perhaps it was for the best, the peace. Was he not spending his last moments surrounded by the very thing he loved the most? What gave him freedom? Was this not what the cruel and beautiful ocean was offering him now? 

His eyes closed and Eric ceased his fight. His lunged burned as they filled with salt water, a searing pain that he welcomed. To feel the inner fire when he was surrounded by the icy cold. His eyes fluttered closed as he sank, just as the last few bubbles of air left his lips, fluttering to the surface. 

He felt his heart slowly ebb, each beat longer from the last. 

But then, as his mind clouded, Eric thought of his home. Of roaring fires, of hearty slaps on the back, of laughter in the palace, of his people. His father had fought so hard to make their kingdom a home, one to be proud of - he had dreamed that Eric would continue the peace, to ensure that his father’s work was not forgotten. It was the one thing had promised. 

And so, Eric struggled once more, tried to fight, tried to rise to the surface, but could not. Panic began to rise as Eric realised that he might have gave up all to soon. 

Eyes wild, he fought the sing that burned, body thrashing as he sought to reach the surface. In his panic, he did not see her. 

It was not like Ariel who had been gentle. No, the dark eyes and the rich spill of hair that floated in the water moved with purpose, as if the waves did not dare to get in her way. 

He saw a flash of a knowing smile, felt the brush of lips against his. Still him for a moment. Of slender hands touching his face, forcing her to look at him. 

“Calm down,” Her voice was not the sweet song of Ariel’s, but the sultry purr - a voice that held all the secrets of the ocean, but with a steel of command. Her lips brushed his again, warm, soft. Heart stopping.

Ursula pulled back, dark eyes gleaming in the water. “I am not entirely finished with you, sweet, brave prince.” A finger trailed down his cheek, but even as Eric fought to hold onto the sensation, the darkness loomed, whispering his name. “Have you forgotten to swim?” She gave a laugh, vicious and alluring all at once. It was the last thing he remembered as his eyes drifted shut. 

***

His stomach lurched, forcing the water from it’s bowels. Eric’s head swam as he struggled to roll over, the sand beneath him clinging to his features. His vision swam, dotting in and out. But the prince swore he saw a small figure moving towards the ocean, hips swaying as if the crash waves were a melody only she could hear.

@whitesctin

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

[secstorms]

morememesforall‌:

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[thesailorpriince]

Closed Starter | Eric & Cinderella @beyondinkandpaper​

As Eric’s boots stepped off deck and onto dry land, he was greeted with the bustling sounds of the market. Vendors called out their wares at the peaks of their voices, trying to override each other - women and children’s own calls mingling into the mix, of gleeful greetings and joyful shrieks. Even after the events of the ball, life for many still carried on. It was an optimistic thought for Eric as he waded through the crowd, the collar of his coat pulled high in a bid to cover the lower half of his face. 

“Oh,” The sight of something white fluttering to the ground caught his eye, making him pause, reaching down to pick up the fallen handkerchief. “Miss? Excuse me, miss?” His hand reach out to touch the young woman’s shoulder.

[thesailorpriince]

Closed Starter | Eric & Ariel @esoteriics​

In the days that followed the ball, Eric had insisted that Ariel return to the palace. She could do little in the way of voice her disagreement, what with her actual voice being lost once more. But still, he felt better knowing that she was sleeping in the palace, surrounded by people he trusted. Not that the prince saw much of her, having been swept up by advisers the moment they returned. Eric had spent most of his waking hours in meetings, listening to representatives of the royal guard, the navy, council electives. 

Now, Eric rubbed at his eyes, staring blearily down at a map of all the kingdoms, trying to make sense of it all. In his mind, the warnings from his advisers circled in an endless loop. So, when a knock came to his door, Eric could not help but wince before looking up. “Ariel,” The surprise in his voice rang clear. “Are you feeling better?”

[des-astres]

Escape from Polygamy (2013) dir.  Rachel Goldenberg

[thesailorpriince]

Eric- What could you do with one wish

“Bring my father back?”

[thesailorpriince]

what do you love most about sailing?

“The freedom, the way the wind feels in your hair, the mist of sea salt on your skin…”

[thesailorpriince]

Ask me anything

Ask me anything

[thesailorpriince]

otherworldkings·:

“You really put a name to ‘drinking like a sailor,’ don’t you?” Naveen laughed, gently patting the back of Eric’s shoulder. It was good to see a familiar face; especially Eric’s. 

“Naveen.” He grinned, playing along with his drunkenness. “You already forget our passionate night together?” He joked, wanting to see just how drunk his friend was.

“You did not seem to forget my name last night.” He finished, already laughing through his sentence, not even taking himself seriously.

Eric blinked, vaguely recognising the form of his life-long friend. “What is in this whiskey?” He muttered wonderingly before his gaze flickered back towards Naveen. A dark brow rose in amusement at he wobbled a little but managed to remain upright.

“You were pretty forgettable.” A chuckle escaped his lips. “I honestly feel sorry for ‘Tia.”

Leaning over the bar, Eric motioned for another round before turning back. “I was trying to get you to hurry up. You know, sometimes,” He waggled his brows. “It pays to not be the hero, Nav.” Laughing, Eric slid one of the two drinks towards the other male.

[thesailorpriince]

Closed Starter | Eric ft Ariel @abcvethesea​

“Ariel,” He murmured the mermaid’s name as he gently touched her elbow. The night was still young as Eric glanced about the crowd, torn between wanting to hide in a darkened corner and wanting to join the fray. There was something about the faeries that was... free. Uninhibited. “You look lovely.” It was the truth, but the words - the compliments - were hard to say. Purely because Eric did not have such a charming way like Naveen had, less smooth. But in the spirit of their hosts, Eric decided to let go - enough to waggle his brows at the redhead, gently bumping her shoulder with his.

[thesailorpriince]

whitesctin·:

the  siphoner  resisted  the  urge  to  chuckle,  striding  up  to  the  bar  slowly.  “  he  is  right,  you  know, ”  came  her  melodic  drawl  as  she  made  herself  comfortable.  “  an  awful  delivery  of  information  though,  i  would  agree.  may  i  have  a  martini,  please ?  on  the  rocks ? ”  she  requested,  flashing  a  charming  smile,  content  to  ignore  the  mortal  man  next  to  her  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  though  it  was  amusing  to  see  him   in  such  a  state.

Eric nodded sagely as Ursula agreed to his nautical sea logic, giving the bartender an ‘I told you so’ look before his head whipped back around.  “You,” He spoke faintly, blue eyes raking up and down. He hated to admit that her form in that dress was… he gave a soft groan and turned pleading eyes to the bartender. “Another whiskey.” He should probably get up and leave – perhaps even for both their sakes, but he did not trust his legs. Instead, Eric stayed planted in his seat. As the silence between them passed and the bartender placed their drinks in front of them, Eric conceded. “You look… nice.”

[dingyuxi]

I believe in you. You’ll definitely over come this. Why? Because you’re my boss, but also don’t you want back what’s yours?

[abcvethesea-archive]

@thesailorpriince

[thesailorpriince]

Open starter | Eric ft ?

Eric leaned heavily against the bar, his body swaying every so slightly. “No,” His voice was slurred ever-so-slightly as he shook his head at the barman. “I’m telling you - when gulls venture in-land, it means a storm is a’coming...” He frowned slightly as the bartender rolled his eyes and turned to another patron, leaving Eric to nurse his whiskey. “Fine,” The prince muttered, his mask slightly askew. “I’ll be here with...” He turned to his left, frowning at the other. “Who - who are you?” 

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P R E S E N T I N G - TaleHQ’s Masquerade Ball event: tarot card edition 

you have drawn ERIC as THE HANGED MAN ; the prince comes to the ball, not dressed in decadence and finery as one befitting his station. no, eric wears the mask of a life he longs to live - humble, free. he cannot help but wonder if his pale grey is a mark of his betrayal to his crown, to the kingdom he never wished to inherit. blue eyes are shadowed, draw, but a small smile doth curve his lips. tonight, he can be anyone - especially not himself. 

depiction ; 

the hanged man depicts a pittura infamante, a shameful image of a traitor being punished in a manner common at the time for traitors in Italy. some versions portray judas, and include the bags of silver in his hands. 

meaning ;

the hanged man is the card that suggests ultimate surrender, sacrifice, or being suspended in time. 

upright ;

letting go, breaking old patterns, circumspection, suspension, metamorphosis.

reversed ;

missing an opportunity, inability to change, egotism.

*DISCLAIMER ; i did not make any of these images - all images were sourced from google images. i do not own the rights to the individual images made. all rights and credits to the original creators will be given if so wished. i did not remove any copyright or watermark.