Princess Arista

                                                  poetic things to the  heart. 

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▒ただし▒ “You know I’m all about                   that bass, all about that bass…                                     psst… you finish.” 

This guy was weird. At first the mermaid was a little confused; mostly because she could only imagine the kind of bass that she was used to – the kind with scales, a tail and that would swim around with her in Atlantica. “Sea bass?” She questioned with a little bit of a furrowed brow, “Or--- the music?”

"The gods are coming."

Her whole body was aching for him already – just being in his presence when he held himself like this did that to her. The blonde tilted her head back when he moved his hand to the back of her head and she then tilted her chin up more – and pressed her lips into his when he stole it. “--- But,” she whispered, as she jutted out her lower lip towards him. “Now I wish to know what the extra thing is, Sire.” If she was going to enjoy it, then she may have been tempted to move into his chambers – other than that – she had no quarrels, really, about doing what he wished her to do to him out in the corridor. Her hand moved from his shoulder and up into his hand, gripping at the dark strands as her blue eyes focused on his expression, mainly his lips, as she couldn’t wait to see how they formed the words he would speak to her.

Syrena: Philip, I can save you. You need only ask. Philip: I seek but one thing. Syrena: What is that? Philip: Forgiveness. If not for me, you’d have never been captured. Syrena: Ask. Philip: Forgive me.