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“are you saying i look like i’m a witch ?” ariel asks, covering her amusement with faux offense as she crosses her arms. the only witch she’s ( knowingly ) met is ursula - and triton help her, that woman wasn’t exactly cute. the sea breeze catches some of her hair as she tries to scowl in a serious manner. 

“perhaps ?” she questions. “someone’s picky,” she accuses in a teasing tone. “not that i disagree.” but if ariel knew what he was thinking, she would whole heartedly agree. there wasn’t a place in this world that could hold a candle to the beauty encompassed by their home land. and as someone who had to live in a sea full time, she’d much prefer one that was completely clean. “oh, believe me. if there’s doom, i’ll find it. i’m a magnet for.. sticky situations,” ariel admits. her nose crinkles as she remembers the trouble she’s found herself in over the years. missed curfews in favor of killer sharks and evil sea witches - it’s no wonder why she was always grounded. 

ariel’s arms drapes around eric’s neck and she interlocks her fingers, holding on the best she can. as the tide crashes near by, she’s met with a strange feeling. deja vu. something’s off - but it isn’t. it’s as if she fits a little too perfectly in his arms, too easily. like they’ve been in this position a hundred times before. “ariel,” the princess answers. she shakes her head once, as if forcing her deja vu away from her brain. “my name is ariel.” her gaze finally rests on his face, getting a much better look at his - oh my god. her eyes go wide as she gets a flashback to the statue that once stood in her grotto. that’s why he looked familiar to her. 

red eyebrows push towards one another as she studies him, “and you’re.. and you’re that prince,” ariel realizes. “the one with the ship - the one with the mermaid on the front - and.. a really hairy dog !” 

Eric opted to stay silent, but he was sure his smirk gave her an answer. Not that he’d met many witches. Magic existed. It was all around them and despite his inability to harness it, he’d seen it in other kingdoms. So maybe she didn’t exactly look like a witch...but magic was never really what it appeared to be, was it? Besides, between the glimmer in her eyes and the flit of her voice, he could tell there was something enchanting about this woman. 

“Hm, perhaps bringing you with me isn’t such a good idea then,” he teased back, “I get into enough of those on my own,” Her arms slip around his neck and he can’t ignore the slight shift in his heart beat. Her wasn’t-- nervous. At least, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been bashful around a girl, even one that was literally draped in his arms. So it couldn’t have been anxiety. But something about her new proximity has his insides swirling and his mind reeling. “Ariel,” he repeats. It comes off his tongue naturally and it almost sounds familiar. He was certain he’d never met anyone by that name, not even in his travels, and yet, he tilted his head and repeated it again. “I like it,” he said finally, his smile growing, “It suits you,” A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Though it had an air of grace to it, which if early had been any indication was more ironic than anything.

The thought came with a big portion of karma as she continued to speak and his head jerked to look down at her, completely missing the hole a stride ahead. They wobbled, but he managed to hold onto her, squeezing her figure closer to him before a chuckle escaped his lips. “How-- how do you know that?” he asked as he paused, collecting his balance. “Have we met? I mean-- we couldn’t have, I certainly would’ve remembered you...”

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ariel shoots him a light hearted glare ; it all but dares him to question it though it does little to hide her amusement. “subtly has no place in my world,” she confesses through an eye roll. “or reality, for that matter. but you’re right - this was all a ruse to get your attention, gentleman. i bribed the winds and everything. i even dug the hole !” 

“absurd, maybe. but you have to admit - i’d have a perfect view if i did stay here,” ariel scoffs. “go? with you?” subtle hues of pink rush towards her cheeks at his offer though she’d never admit it. she doesn’t mean to become flustered so easily - but eric has that effect on her. the last time she saw him, she was only sixteen. being around him brought that back out of her. deep inside, the version of her that had all of her memories aches at the idea of being this close to her husband without him knowing her. 

her head tilts slightly and she purses her lips. hit the deck, she’s clearly got something smart - assed to say ! but she decides to hold back just this once. the sarcasm in her expression melts away slowly, “i’d appreciate the help - thank you.” 

“I knew it. No telling what sort of witchcraft’s at play in this world,” You’d think two years and he’d be accustom to most of the town’s...quirks, but everyday he was met with a new surprise. This one didn’t seem like an exception. 

Eric looked out at the ocean as she spoke, his smile softening a bit at the sight. “Hm, perhaps,” It was nothing like the beaches he grew up collecting shells from. It had all of the elements, sure. Water (not clear enough). Sand (too scratchy). A lovely sunrise and set (never enough colors). It wasn’t home, no, but it was still quite a view. Looking up from her ankle, Eric nodded and could have sworn he detected hints of pink in her cheeks as he crouched. “I promise you this isn’t that part where I whisk you off to your doom. It’s not far,” he said, nodding in the direction of his chair, cooler and pole. The latter was still stuck in the sand, thankfully. He’d almost forgotten he’d been waiting on a bite before witnessing the redhead’s clumsiness. Something in her expression told him she was a whirlwind in all other aspects. Chaotic but awe-inspiring. 

If only he knew how true it’d once been for him. But he scooped her up, one arm supporting her back and the other behind her knees, and he started down the beach without more than an inkling. “You’re welcome, Miss....?”

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daisychased‌:

listen closely enough - you may hear the fates giggling somewhere overhead as ariel and eric’s story circles back to the beginning. of course they’d meet again on a beach ; of course it’d be because of her clumsiness. apparently there’s not a memory wipe strong enough in the world to fix her grace on land. but at least this time she’s not wearing the latest in seagull fashion. “me?” ariel asks. as if it can be anyone else. it’s winter - the beach is otherwise abandoned. “no, i meant to do that.” she’s nonchalant, though her embarrassment shines through her voice the way the sun glimmers on the sea. 

her nose crinkles as she notices his smirk. don’t you dare laugh, eric. not because it isn’t funny - if the roles were reversed, she’d find it hilarious. the sound of her laughter would rival the crashing waves. but it was her, so it wasn’t funny yet. a dainty hand accepts his offer, gripping tightly so she can try to pull herself up.“you’re telling me ! concrete and pavement have proven to be enem-” ariel’s train of thought is abruptly interrupted as she tries to put pressure on her twisted ankle. “son of poseidon,” she curses sharply, balling her free hand into a fist as she plants herself back into the sand. “nope, nope, nope. change of plans - i live here now.”

“Oh, of course you did,” he replied, feigning a ‘matter-of-fact’ look, before a chuckle escaped his lips “There are easier ways to get a-- gentleman’s attention though,” He paused, the word ‘prince’ almost leaving his mouth. Some might argue he was neither a prince or a gentleman anymore. He wouldn’t disagree. After all, how many gentlemen stood so scantly clad...on a beach...in the winter? But as her hand grasped his and he attempted to help her to his feet, he’d argue he at least had his chivalry. 

Not that it was hard to muster. It seemed his soft spot for pretty faces would never fade. And this woman was-- he couldn’t think of a word to describe it. Just watching her nose crinkle or the way her ocean colored eyes lit up, there was something about it that made it easy for him to lean a little closer. He was about to wrap his arm around her waist when she stopped suddenly, cursed and plopped back into the sand. He chuckled again, feeling this one in his gut. “Don’t be absurd,” His eyes shifted to her ankle. “Though it looks like you can add sand to your list,” The flesh around it didn’t look swollen yet, but it was the likely culprit. “If I may make a less permanent suggestion, I’m camped out just down the beach. I can carry you over and I have ice in my cooler...”

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hit the <3 if you’re up for plotting with Prince Eric. I should be on tomorrow morning to start cruising through muses/blogs, but a head start is always nice!

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daisychased‌:

you know what’s a hazard to your own safety ? unexpectedly catching a glimpse of your husband while trying to chase down your scarf as it flies down the shoreline. well - not that you know he’s your husband. for now, he’s just the prince you were kinda sorta infatuated with after saving his life. still. life is quick to try to put you back on one another’s path - though fate is anything but gentle.

as ariel double takes after seeing eric’s all too familiar face, she steps into a hole that had been previously dug and then abandoned by a child. it isn’t massive or anything but its more than enough to throw her off her balance. her ankle twists and she ends up in the sand - and thankfully it’s bottom first rather than face first - though it sure as kelp doesn’t leave her feeling lucky.

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Hearing the soft buzz of his line and the weight of his anchor sailing into the wind were easily two of his favorite things about this new land. He could fish at home, of course, but the rods here were so intricate and simple all at once. It seemed like he could cast out to the horizon if he pleased, but Eric was content basking in the sunshine just off the beach. With the plunk of his weight hitting the water, he waited a moment before sinking the rod into the sand. 

Alright, he was set for a bit. He pressed a hand to his shoulder and rolled it. His bare skin was hot to the touch, but better that than cold. Sunscreen wouldn’t hurt though and as he turned, to head back to his chair and pack, he caught a flash of fiery red hair. Something in him prickled. It was like-- the moment just before a fish took a bait or a storm cloud burst. It was something he could just feel deep inside him-- something inevitable. But even then, he could explain it. He could smell the rain. Feel the slight brush of the hook. But as his gaze locked onto the woman, her gangly figure catching what he could only guess was a hole, he can’t explain why he was suddenly darting toward her.

“Are you alright?” he called, bare feet skidding to a stop beside her. Eric crouched and offered her his hand, unable to hide his smirk now that he was closer, “Gotta watch out for those, though at least it’s sand an’ not concrete. Trust me, don’t wanna take that tumble,” 

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dandelionwines‌:

*     ANYA     :     OPEN     !

anya picks up speed as she rounds the corner of the street. she’s hit with karma almost immediately- both figuratively and literally, so it seems. she crashes head on into someone and nearly knocks herself over in the process. “izvinyayus, izvinyayus!” she calls out in an urgent half whisper. sorry, sorry! anya starts to brush the other person off but the sound of a pissed off shop keeper catching up cuts that moment short. she slips passed the person she just collided with, around the corner directly behind them. anya tries to catch her breath as she presses her back against the brick wall of the building- flattening herself as much as possible. she really didn’t want the store owner to find her. 

what the-- Eric’s head jerked, following the retreating figure as he hears the shouts of another coming around the corner. there’s hardly a moment to think before he’s face to face with them, a large angry looking man, no doubt looking for whoever just nearly knocked him on his behind. the man skidded to a halt and Eric sent him in the other direction. it was wrong, sure, and not exactly princely, but he’d left his kingdom ages ago. he bore no loyalty to any of the residents and well-- he couldn’t exactly turn her in if he didn’t know what she’d done. waiting until the shopkeep was out of sight, Eric made his way around the corner and raised an eyebrow at the girl. “You’ve got about 5 minutes before he second guesses himself and turns around,” he said, resisting the urge to smirk at the way she’d flattened herself like a cat in a tight space, “ Why is he after you?”

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brant daugherty, male ( he/him ), pansexual. did you hear ? PRINCE ERIC, a ( canon ) character in ( DISNEY ), went deviant TWO YEARS ago ! now they’re a 27 y/o fisherman. people either think they’re [ KIND & ARDENT ] or [ ENIGMATIC & STUBBORN ] but associate them w/ clear blue skies, gleaming silver, lively flute tunes, crystalline salt water, the smell of smoke & firewood either way. they DO remember becoming the heir to his kingdom’s throne. 

hey there, I’m Ace and I’m stoked to be here. I’m a nerd that loves to binge watch and play video games. This here is Prince Eric from the disney verse. He really only goes by Eric here though. I’m excited to bring him to life here, so find out some more below...

B A S I C S

NAME; Eric Augustus Montague SEX; cis-male AGE; twenty-seven BIRTH DATE; february 11th PLACE OF BIRTH; the isles PARENTS; jerrick & elin montague BIRTH DATE; february 11th PLACE OF BIRTH; the isles

T H E     P A S T

Eric grew up the second of five boys. His father, the king, took great pride in having sired so many strapping heirs and he took even more in shaping them to become great rulers. At first.

It became clear over a few years that putting time into his family and the kingdom proved difficult. Jerrick had to make sacrifices and chose to focus on keeping the isles strong by training the heir apparent to the fullest extent.

He became downright obsessive about it and Eric, though somewhat resentful from losing his father’s attention, embraced the freedom that came with it.

He grew up living a charmed life on the fine sands and spent a good chunk of his time trying to tame the ocean’s waves. He fished, sailed and lived his life to the fullest.

Eric was 16 when he left his family behind and moved back into his childhood castle home on the other side of the isle. His only companion was Grimsby and a few other servants that preferred his company to his high maintenance brothers.

And so he thrived, sailing the seas and living life from one adventure to the next. He still had some royal duties, but the mostly consisted of attending family functions and getting to know the people of his kingdom. Both of which he could bare, the latter of which he even enjoyed. Of course, his adventures weren’t always met with approval, he still bore the symbol of the crown. His father’s approval meant little to him. But for the kingdom’s sake and more importantly, his brother’s, he wasn’t above a show and dance to pretend it did. All was well and good until just after his 22nd birthday. He’d come home after a few days journey and was greeted by his father’s royal guard.

There had been an accident on their return from a routine diplomatic voyage. The details around it were...fuzzy. All they were able to tell him was his brother was dead and the King was no better off. Visiting his father, Eric quickly understood why. Whatever happened left more than his body broken. 

For the first time since he was a child, Eric felt compassion for the man. Yes, he had his siblings, but with one dead and two of the four most likely counting down, Eric stayed by his side until the end.

T H E     P R E S E N T

The rest is... a blur. All he really remembers is Grimsby reading him his father’s will and the conditions he had to meet to become king. Train for two years. Get to know the people of the kingdom, his duties, and what it meant to be a leader. Oh-- and get married...to a princess.

As far as he knows he began the process...begrudgingly. So when he woke up in the sand, feeling half drown, he could only assume he’d escaped his brother’s destiny. 

This place was new, in more than a few ways. Exciting. He never wanted to be king. He was certain he would’ve been terrible at it and this-- this was a second chance at living the life he wanted. Free and unburdened by a crown.

Having literally no money has been rough. He didn’t know how to function and still doesn’t really. In the last two years, he’s discovered a great deal about himself and about how the people in his kingdom must have lived. He picked up a job at the marina as a fisherman, lounges on the beach playing his flute or practicing his foot/sword work. He sketches and plays chess and just-- lives day by day, not worrying about anything remotely princely.

In fact, he hasn’t bothered mentioning to anyone that he was once a prince...or the fact that his last memory of home, he’d been 22 and not 25. There’s a huge gap there and though curiosity plagues him some nights, he generally ignores it in favor of his new life.

T H E     F O U R - O N E - O N E

Eric has been in town for two years. Once Ariel left, it didn’t take him long to deviate. Losing someone he believed to be his soulmate, he intended to find her. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t remember her or the fact that she would have saved his life the night he became a deviant. So he’s living his life in blissful ignorance and only occasionally worries about his kingdom. He’s sure one of his brother’s stepped up to the reigns reins and that all is well. Far far away.

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