1: Hot, Steamy kiss
After all that they had been through, Adam couldn’t see her leaving. Though, she had to— but why?
Of course a life with Adam would be life with someone who was barely human, and looking at Ariel and all that she ever wanted.
She wants a human… Adam. Prince Adam of France was far from it. He was only beginning to learn, and learning together sounded great. But did she want that? Adam could only follow himself, though.
What’s right, feels wrong. And the Wrong thing just seemed so right— and Adam was prepared either way, or so he thought. But to be sure, he had to make the unexpected.
Watching the red-head’s locks flow about her. Adam couldn’t help himself. To test.
" If you want this.. then so be it, but if not— can I just propose one last time my idea?” And with a swift, graceful step— and took closer to the young maiden. He wrapped an assertive arm around her. Pulling into a breath-taking kiss, allowing himself to let go of the fears for just a moment. And his defenses dropped just so he could completely feel what any human would. Touching her face with his fingertips, he lingered against the light warm breath. Adam could feel himself glow and become something else-
Realizing upon letting go.
" With that… I just wanted to make sure… You knew your options, and if it helped— I…"
Stopping himself, he quickly realized what he was doing… And after that his childish needs, over the greater good of others. He felt ashamed. The prince knew why she had to leave. Just in that kiss. He began to think.
- She was a princess, just as he was a prince. With responsibility and privlege to lead people. To make an example— and Adam was only able to cut himself off because he has no parents. No siblings. His cousins, who of course married off. And the people back at his home whom he couldn’t let take over. Barbarians, crimes— and letting his good people provide for their families and live happily. Suddenly he knew.
It was her choice, afterall. But either way. This kiss. This one kiss— could be a good bye, or a beginning— but he knew… What sort of priorities and expectations there are for her and him.
"— do what’s right, Ariel.” He couldn’t take her from her family, and life beneath— that’s too much to ask. And for once he walked away. It was completely her decision. But on his own, he knew what was appropriate. If only they could lead different lives. And it hurt to do so… and to think so—because it only urged him to want to meet something that could put him from his misery.
Ariel watched as Adam stepped towards her, and before she barely had grasped at those last few morsels of breath his lips were on his hers, feverish and wanting and lingering with the feeling of anticipation.
Her father and her family missed her, but how could she leave? Now,w when she finally had everything she ever wanted? The red head kept her eyes closed, even after he had pulled away. She looked down at the ground and opened them. She could barely stand to look at him. He was calling to her and she couldn’t understand that pain in her stomach, twisting around her heart.
Her father needed her and going back to help him was the right thing to do. Her mind screamed redundantly around the echoing caverns of her head, reiterating that she must help the King. It was her duty to help her father. Knowing, however, full well that Ariel was leaving her dream.
And everything about leaving a dream feels wrong.
"I-I’m sorry," she choked, fighting back tears.. "I don’t know what to do."