((Part of Court of Disney RP))
Ariel laughed. “No, it’s alright. I kind of liked it.” She sat up a bit straighter and pulled her hair over a shoulder, pushing her bangs back. There was something about the way he spoke that enticed her, pulled her ever closer to him and he was so beautiful. She could hardly bear it.
"Against? I believe his normal words are ‘spineless, savage, harpooning fish eaters,’" she mimicked, rolling her eyes. “He’s so stereotypical. But being the king of the underwater world can give you that power. I don’t know…being the princess of Atlantica has never had much weight. At least not for me. My sister, Attina….we all know that when my father steps down, she will get the throne. She’s the oldest, and the most responsible. I’m the youngest and nobody wants to trust me." She huffed.
"I must admit your scales are very smooths. Almost like a fine material of some sort." He said not being so good at using his words. He was never good at talking to girls, not pretty girls anyway. And now he was stuck on a deserted island with one. Though he felt safe with her from some reason.
"But don’t fish eat other fish." Eric asked. "Though I guess I can understand where he is coming from." He then listened to her woes about being a princess. He couldn’t help but relate a little. "I can understand, though I’m the only child so all the pressure is on me. All my advisers cares about is me getting married and becoming king."
Ariel nodded. “Do I?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I promise not to eat you. Pinky promise!” She raised her pinky finger and giggled. He interjected with a statement about King Triton. “That’s my father,” she sighed. “He’s awfully overbearing.”
When Eric placed his hand on her tail, the mermaid wasn’t sure what to think. It…tickled? Her tail was still damp from the water, something it perpetually needed to be kept was damp.
She let out a laugh before covering her mouth. “Sorry,” she giggled, “it tickles.”
He jumped back a little removing his hand from her tail. “Sorry, I’m not to familiar with the ticklish parts of mermaids.” He said slightly blushing moving back to the conversation of dragging him to the bottom of the ocean and eating him.
"Oh well I guess I don’t have a choice." He said Jokingly locking his finger with hers. "So your dad is against humans then?" He looked at the sky and sighed. "Why is that?"
She grinned. “I was joking.” She listened to the rest of his tale, blushing furiously, before shaking her head fervently. “No, of course not - I’m afraid you’ve confused me with sirens.” She giggled. “And of course there are male merfolk! But you’ve seen other mermaids? My father banned the surface! He can do that, he’s the king and all.” She sighed.
"King Triton is harsh about humans." She was sitting awfully close to Eric and was perhaps getting slightly lightheaded from the excitement and lack of distance between her and a human. She could scarcely believe it, after all.
"Well I haven’t personally." He said placing a hand on his chest. "That other sailors claim to have seen other mermaids thought. I’m not sure how true or false there stories are but." He moved a blade of hair out from in front of her face. "You sure do seem to match what they say."
"King Triton now I have heard about him. " They say he is the king of the ocean and can create storms and typhoons." He said placing a had on her tail seeing as she was close. It wasn’t rough like a lizard but smooth like a snakes. Not what he was expecting.
"You’re a prince? Wow, that must be so much fun!" Peter exclaimed. He scratched his head, the twelve year old part of him coming out. He had such awful memory. “Uh, I don’t know where I need to go! I think I was headed home to Neverland…or was I going to England? I don’t know!"
"Yes I am." He said with a bit of a sigh. "Thought its just a title nothing to really important." He quickly wanted to change the subject. "Well I don’t know anything about Neverland." He said rubbing his chin. "But I do know how to get England. I can get you there in my boat." He said pointing behind him. It had been awhile since he had been to England but it was just across the pond.
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Peter smiled and studied the man, before gasping. “How rude of me, I forgot to ask your name! You wouldn’t mind telling me, would you?” Peter looked around, curious about all the trees and plants about. He never really came to forests, let alone did he like being in them much. “Are ya sure you can find a way out?”
"Oh no." Eric said shaking his head. "It’s my fault, I should have give you my name earlier; I’m Prince Eric." Eric looked around as he asked about Eric’s navigation skills. "Well I know the way to get back to my ship but I’m sure we can find where ever you need to go."