The sand that covered Otikoro was the least of his issues. He honestly didn't even notice until Shreya had helped to rid him of it. No... What occupied his mind was the sight of Serunai on top of Lakiillo. Despite her being a manipulative siren, Oti would never completely lose the feelings he had for the woman who was once his treasure. He knew she recognized him. His appearance never changed, so she absolutely recognized him.
One thing his late shaman mentor had taught him was an interesting technique that allowed him to project his soul, as long as hid body had some kind of water connection. Maybe that's what needed to be done.
"I'm fine," he said simply, not acknowledging anything or anyone around him. He slowly walked into the water, his eyes a pale blue. It had been a little while since he last performed the projection, but he absolutely knew how to do it. When his legs hit the water, Oti sat down with his legs crossed and closed his eyes. He felt his spirit slowly slip from his body, combining with the water.
"Now where were we my king?" Serunai's voice echoed in his mind, the sounds she made were both disturbing and triggered a sentimental part of Oti's mind.
His spirit appeared in the room. He was a peaceful being, but he would not let the sins of someone who wronged him go unpunished. He walked behind her, ignoring what was actually going on. Otikoro leaned his head down with his eyes closed, gently kissing the back of her neck. Though his projected spirit could touch her, nothing she did would have any physical affect on him.
He brushed her hair out of the way, sensually moving his hands around her and slowly bringing his right hand beneath her neck. "Remember me now, my love?" He whispered, his breath in her ear. "Do you remember the last thing you said to me? You stood where I do now." Once again, his spirit's lips brushed against her skin. "You kissed me and whispered, 'long live the queen'."
Otikoro gripped his large hand tightly around her neck, squeezing the life from her. Serunai's petite size would have let him easily crush her throat, but he wasn't a murderer. He calmed his rage, releasing her and returning to his body with a gasp.
He coughed and shook slightly, not accustomed to the process of projection. "Fuck," he said, springing to his feet in front of the girl. "Told you I'm fine!"