Okay.. I had intended to continue my MY WITCH ep 26 with the free time I had tonight, but couldn't resist this one..
Could be one shot, or I could.. Ehem.. Finish.
Prince Phobos Escanor had always condemned that his name had connected him to his wretched Grandparents, and Great Grandparents, and most of the Escanor line dating back to his first known Ancestor who was the Great King Escanor himself. Even his father, of the family line, had deserved hatred from Phobos; a thing the man was spared only because of the fact that Phobos had had to admit that his father was wonderful. His father had captured and Angel, and Prince Phobos had tried to mimic his father's wise decisions, but long ago it had become obvious that Wilhelmina Vandom did not want his riches or title - something Phobos' mother had also found no interest in - but what had truly turned Phobos from a Prince into a broken man for eight long months, and what was burning out Phobos now hollow soul was the undeniably fact that he'd offered Will Vandom everything, on his hands and knees, and she had merely expressed to Phobos that she simply didn't reciprocate anything he'd proclaimed to her.
But his sister had disappeared, and Phobos heard rumors of her eloping with a young man who did not reside on Earth, nor the Metaworld. And Prince Phobos was no longer going to allow himself to wallow in self pity, and Prince Phobos had seen the side of Good and all that it's Karma failed to bring him, so Prince Phobos was not currently making his way through a deserted corridor with any intent to leave again. No, Prince Phobos smirked. This was his Castle at last, and not his sister's and not his mother's and certainly not his ghastly grandmother's who had all ghosted over his eighteen years of ruling before Will Vandom herself had stopped him. Prince Phobos knew only too well that there was only one living body in these dying halls. The murmurers were dead; Phobos had felt it when it happened, and as he dragged his eyes into the chasm of his murmur room, the ashen black walls confirmed his thoughts. Cedric had burned them. "Phobos.."
Phobos didn't let Will see his smile, by keeping his back to the source of her fragile, whispering voice. He'd thought it' be harder, but hearing her concerned whisper, uttering his name with such a lack of unease.. It would only make it easier. Because if Will Vandom was not about to let him give her everything he had, Phobos would take everything she had instead and he could be King, while she remained princess. Because it was time the Angels were shown what it was like. How Prince Phobos had felt as a man under a woman; a child in fact and his sister no less. "You'll be seventeen by now, wont you?"
It was only more satisfying when he turned and her red hair shook. "In January.."
And Phobos smirked in acknowledgment as he let his eyes glaze over her. She didn't look a day over twelve and never had; though it wasn't fair for him to say when she'd been fourteen or near enough when he'd first set his eyes on her. Her rounded cheeks glistened with the innocence she should not still possess after all her years of battle. And her eyes, Phobos grinned at, because he knew that those eyes were still sparkling despite their looking at him. "You know, I would have given you everything Will."
She remained silent and her glassy eyes were surely larger than the suns, themselves; suns that Prince Phobos had sent away for this occasion. Best not let light on the city, when he was about to defile a Goddess. "The moon is up tonight."
She knew. She would have had to know, but she stood before him, wearing jeans and a grey jacket, which seemed to have lasted her over the years. She'd never seemed like one to throw anything away, but then again, Prince Phobos was a one and not a thing. Just the sight of her; standing with no defenses and her Heart entwined in her fingers and around her wrist like a petty bracelet, of which Prince Phobos could take from her too, but now he stepped toward her with no attempt to remove the thirst and hunger from his eyes and the anger in his veins. "You could have had royalty, and you chose-"
Phobos cut himself off, and Will did not flinch at his closeness. It had been her un-rattling charm, that Will Vandom, however much afraid of him, had never once winced at his face, not even when she'd first uttered her request for him not to touch her. But the request had been revoked long ago and Prince Phobos had never burned in quite as scorchingly blistering away as when Will uttered a timid mention of her Caleb. "Your.. Brother.."
And if Will had spent the past three years learning to relax around Phobos, the lessons of life experiences crashed into nothing as she stiffened at his thumb above her lips. The last time, Phobos had acted out of character; two years ago he had felt anew, and had tore his tongue against hers without restraint as she writhed between him and the wall. And then he'd let her think it was only a taunt; that it was their dirty little secret and Prince Phobos had hoped it would make Will see. But this time he intended to feel every shred of Will's half-stolen soul as it ripped and tore and she became as broken as he felt. Will Vandom didn't move; didn't breathe as he caressed the back of his hand over her soft, porcelain cheek and let his fingers slide through her tousled scarlet hair, enjoying more than anything that Will seemed to entrust for him to stop.
Her breathing was soft, and Phobos stared into a fearful mocha as he leaned in to brush his lips over hers. It was some kind of sweet seduction, that her voice quivered with a threatening of tears.. "Please.."
Stop. Don't. Leave me alone. Prince Phobos never heard the end of the sentiment, as his pristine, velvety white lips hit her rouge and already Phobos entire body ached to take her; right here in the ashes before anyone could take her away. His father had captured an Angel, and Prince Phobos intended to imprison his if that was what it took.
"Let me ask you Will," Prince Phobos uttered in breath, against the pinkest, rosy lips which quivered. "Did your Caleb ever have the courage to take you..?"
And she seemed to find her mind then, and backed away with all of her fears in her eyes, and her breaths quickly becoming more erratic. Prince Phobos wondered with a quickly drying mouth, if Will's heart, too, was being startled into pounding against her brittle chest. If so, he'd like to feel it against his own skin, to see if this Goddess would really have the ability to make goosebumps on his skin. "D-don't.. Caleb wouldn't, a-and.. I'll never forgive you."
She seemed happy enough with that, and with good reason, because that truly did used to suffice, and Phobos would once have stopped at her words, if he'd even dared begin. Prince Phobos wondered, as he continued to advance in the slowest motion, if it would sway her any to tell her that he'd never taken a women before. He thought against it no, as Will Vandom needn't know of his weaknesses as he fingered at the zip of her jacket - staring her directly in the eyes as he pulled the zipper down, and smirking inside, though in reality keeping somber, at the fact that Will didn't even have the audacity to fight him. It had always been her strongest point, and had surely saved her of a death from his sister, but Will's strategy not to fight, would not save her now.
I chose to write this specifically, because I haven't really seen more than one fiction that visits the theme of rape, and none of these two characters, so do tell me if it should be continued.. (much in the same two chapter way as I've done my 'When it all becomes a little too much') ?