The Chariot - Chapter 7
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*EXPLICIT AND S*XUAL LANGUAGE*
Arcana is still standing in the doorway to the balcony as Phantasmos is making his way towards the kitchen, deep in thought, to take a seat at the counter. 'She must not remember coming down here. I guess that's my fault for not asking to keep her memory intact.' Sitting down on one of the stools, Phantasmos is immediately side tracked by his thoughts as he recognizes a familiar scent. It's a vague scent, but not entirely unnoticeable. His pastel lavender eyes shone violently, making the connection to what it was. He stood up from the stool and with a voice loud enough to reach Arcana's ears from the balcony, "STOP SEEING HIM, I'm here now." Arcana whips around, startled out of her own thoughts, heads back inside. Making her way into the kitchen unsure of what was going on. This whole night had been unexpected for her. What's a little more confusion to add to the plate?
Phantasmos is livid. She could feel his anger. She could see his dismay . His pastel Lavender eyes are violent. No longer were they warm and excited. Eager to find out what's going on with Phantasmos, she asks him, "Umm, what are you talking about? Stop seeing who?" Waving her left arm in an exaggerated motion, not realizing Phantamos knows about her recent 'sexcapade' with her co-worker Devon. "Arcana, baby. You know who I'm talking about. I know your memory has been taken away, but it can't be THAT bad. Stop seeing that man." Almost as if a lightbulb went off in her head, "You mean, Devon?! I'm not dating any-" cutting her off "Yes, THAT man, Devon. I know he f*cks you. GET RID OF HIM. I mean it Arcana, or I will."
Arcana's purple pastel eyes are no longer dull. They too started to shine violently. "WAIT, How do you even know about Devon?! Who I let f*ck me, has NOTHING to do with you! You're not my boyfriend, you're not my husband, and you're not my lover!" In one quick glide, Phantasmos is now standing nose to nose with Arcana. Breathing heavily, he says in a low snarl, "not your boyfriend? not your husband? NOT YOUR LOVER?! Please, Arcana, you may not remember, but we are soul bonded. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? IT MEANS WE BELONG TOGETHER." His lavender pastel eyes, though quite beautiful, looked like they had seen nothing but darkness for quite some time. "You had your fun, now end it. He won't ever fulfill your souls needs & trust me baby, your soul has needs."
Anger is boiling up in Arcana. "HOW CAN YOU FEEL SO ENTITLED TO ME?!" She sinks down on to the floor and buries her hand in her hands, on the verge of tears. She's confused and tired, and at this point, she just wants to go back to sleep. Wanting this to be a weird dream that she could forget. The audacity of this man and his annoying sense of entitlement he has towards her.. Trying to hold back tears, she starts crying. Arcana is officially overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted. She looks up at Phantasmos. Phantasmos is looking at her. As angry as she is towards him, she can't shake the deep urge she feels to rush towards him and melt in his arms. Phantasmos walks over to her, not wanting to upset her further, opens his arms and waits for her acceptance before embracing her in an enveloping hug. She nods her head 'yes', and he sits down next to her, hugging her and wiping away her tears.
After a few minutes of crying into his chest, she takes a few shaky breaths. "So your name is Phantasmos." Looking him in the eyes. "I'm not human, I came down in a comet, and.. You want me to stop f*cking Devon... Is that right?" Phantamos looked smug. To him, all he heard was her agreement to refrain from letting Devon f*ck her from now on. "Yes, to all that my love. Just stop f*king him baby." He shrugs, then leans into her ear and in a soft, low, silky voice whispers "Besides... I'm the only being in this universe that can make your orgasms feel euphoric", slowly nibbling her ear.
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