Morons and Monarchs

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ea😘

𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖁𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉.

Her frightened, sad face. It will haunt my dreams.

Bayou wanted her to pick her own room, but I can't trust him, and I most definitely can't trust Delta and Anul... but can I trust myself? I can trust Azul!

"Hey, Azul?" I ask. We are all in the Morons room, each and every one of us crowding around the stacks of books that haunt us.

"Hmm," His chirpy voice resonates from the right of me, I pivot before shooting around to look at him. He was across the room a moment ago, I don't remember him getting here.

"Do you think you can share a room with Viviendel today?"

"No," Azul sounds alarmed. "I can't, I have stuff everywhere and it is just a mess."

I sit back down in front of my 'tome', turning my back to the Morons who are also my family.

"Then that leaves me," I groan and shift, staring at Bayou. My nose crinkling. "Any advice."

"Stay off the menu like me..."

"Not helping," Anul chimes in. "How about you just... well ignore her and everything she does?"

"Absolutely not," Delta sounds offended. "Don't listen to the rest of these Morons, just woo her and see what happens."

"No, no, no, and no." I sigh. "Azul?"

"Don't act like yourself,"

Sometimes I hate Azul. He will say something derogatory, yet say it so sincerely that you don't even take offense to it. How? I will never know.

"Again, no." My hands slide along the weed and sorrow that is my hair, the tangles getting caught in my fingernails. I have fairly short hair, not as short as Azuls who is bald, but semantics.

"Is Ea... shameful?" Bayou asks, already scooting closer to see if I am blushing.

'NO!" I put my hands up, proving my point. "I am not, I can share a room with a girl. It will be just like school used to be."

"Your school didn't have co-ed rooms."

"How would you know?"

"Delta, did your step-brother have co-ed rooms?" Anul asks her mate.

My brother shakes his head and Anul gives me a look conveying I-told-you-so.

"Why would you give me away?" I accuse.

"Because you are shameful and I have never seen a shameful Ea before."

"You still haven't," I croak, putting my head back in my hands.

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"𝖁𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑?" 𝕴 𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗, 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖇.

"What?" Viviendel answers from the opposing side. 'What is wrong?"

I reel back. Does she have telepathic powers? "Why do you think something is wrong?"

"You didn't kick the door open..." She pauses and I swear she can see the glare I am giving her through the wood. "What?"

"Are you, by chance, decent?"

The door creaks open then, and I have the sudden urge to run. Far away. Viviendel stares up at me... assessing. I don't know why I am quaking. I don't know why I am also excited.