Not A Ghost3- Yep I hoped that line would make ppl laugh. Erik's such a just kinda preoccupied with Erik's sassiness and "Holy sh*t someone came back from the dead" and I think she thinks that the spell was just kinda shoddy/wrong. Cuz ~raoul~ is obviously her soulmate- not.
Glacifly4POTO- Erik used to live near-ish to the village since he was buried in their local graves, so not too far away, idk maybe like slightly near his house and the village. He just walked for a couple miles or somethin' cuz yaknow Erik. Yep Erik's already in the doghouse or should I say stable?
Melstrife- Erik is acting more like a assh*le with Christine and then turns around and writes in his imaginary diary, "o m g she's soo pretty. my angel. does she notice me?" He's a goner.
FireRuby- Yessss Christine is more of a "takes no sh*t" person in my mind. Like when she kicked him. But she is kind of a girly girl in my mind and this chapter kinda shows that I think.
Part of this chapter should just be called, "erik and christine go to bed, bath & beyond" and wow my writing is sporadic and y'all are the best keep reviewing I LOVE reading them.
As the dawn rose the next morning, Erik and Christine had already risen and gone to get supplies at the local market.
"It's too early," moaned Christine.
"If we want to leave today we have to get the supplies early," he hissed back.
"Can you carry my bag at least?" She held out the sack full of her belongings.
He took it and rolled his eyes. "You should have packed lighter," he said as he threw the sack over his shoulder.
They reached the bustling marketplace, far too many people shouting, babies crying, people arguing. Everyone packed close together, animals and people alike. The stalls were full of everything you could need and along with them, their penny-pinching salespeople. While Christine walked on, Erik stopped in his tracks.
Christine looked back, "Come on, hurry up."
"It's too crowded." He said, pulling the hood of his cloak up.
"Erik," she said, exasperated, "just stay by me." She offered her hand and he took it, a little reluctant. She pulled him to and from every stall in the busy marketplace, pointing and staring at everything in the stall.
"Do we need this?" She asked, pointing at a stall full of dishes and silverware.
"Why would we need silverware in the woods?"
"But-" She whined.
"We need food, a horse, some blankets, and saddlebags. Nothing more, Christine." But there was one thing they they needed that he wouldn't tell her, weapons.
At every stall, Christine would be friendly and cheerily, as the storekeeper would stare, bewildered, the strange hooded figure next to her. She laid on the charm thick, busily chatting with the storekeeper to keep suspicions down.
Once they had several bags full of supplies and a horse to carry them, Erik said, "Christine can you go water the horse? I need to get one more thing…"
"Sure." She smiled happily and trotted off.
Erik quickly went to the weapons stall in a dark, shaded corner of the market. The man looked Erik up and down, but didn't say a thing. Men like him were the backbone of his business.
"What can I do for you?" He asked gruffly.
"I am in a need of several knives and some rope." He said, gesturing to the merchandise.
The storekeeper quickly gathered everything he needed and was paid in full.
Erik stuck the knives and lasso in cloak, next to his, now depleted, bag of coins and hurried off to find Christine.
"Are you ready to go, Christine?" And break this damn spell.
"Yeah, I'm ready," she said, leading the horse away from the water and toward Erik, "And he's all watered up." She patted the horse's mane.
"Actually, he's a girl." He said smirking.
"How was I supposed to know…" she muttered, blushing ever-so-sightly.
Erik laid the saddle bags, then the blankets on the horse. "Do you know how to ride?"
"No, I've never ridden before."
"Here I'll help you up." He helped a very clumsy Christine onto the horse.
"What now?" She said nervously, wobbling a little bit.
"Just hold onto her mane." He said, jumping on the horse behind Christine.
"Hey!" She accused, uncomfortable by how close they were.
"Well you don't know how to ride and I'm sure you don't want to walk the whole way." His eyes gleamed as he watched her open her mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut it, turning away from him. He reached for the reins and they were off, into the sun, into the wood.
Eventually night came. The horse was tired from the journey and they stopped to camp at a clearing in the wood.
"We covered a good amount of ground today. I'm sure we'll catch up to them in no time," He said confidently, "then we'll be done with this mistake and we'll part ways." He threw another branch on the fire.
"Agreed." She said, breaking off a hunk of bread and tossing it to Erik. She rifled through the food bag, pulling out a bottle of spirits. Erik eyed her curiously.
"What? You wanted to buy it." She said, uncapping it and taking a swig.
Erik took the bottle out of her hands and carefully took a swig, holding on to his mask. He would need it for tonight. He loved the way she looked in the firelight. Her face illuminated in the darkness of the forest. A stray spark flew up and as it reached the ground it turned to ash.
"My parents used to tell me that those were fire fairies," she gestured to the speck of ash, "that they rise in a brilliance of light and then fall to the ground like Icarus. Burning up and turning to ashes and dust."
"Where are your parents?" He shifted uncomfortably.
"Dead and gone." She took another swig.
"I'm sorr-"
"It was a long time ago. Don't be sorry."
He was silent and stared at the chunk of bread in his hands.
"Aren't you hungry?" She stared at him.
"It's hard for me to eat with my mask on."
"I already saw it once and we're gonna be on this whole trip together…"
"I don't want to make you sick."
Now she was silent.
And so the night crawled on in silence, both staring into the fire.
wow sry to end on angst but yaknow.