Morons and Monarchs

Chapter 37: Viviendel💃

I am listening to Ea's "Kaimana's Geniuses" CD when Ea walks into the room.

It is quite funny, how some music can make your mind transport you into another dimension. Some music can alter your thoughts on life. This music, in particular, is awesome because it has an ethereal tone and makes me want to Daydream the day away.

Which I generally do regardless, but the music helps.

And this song, even though it is rock, sets the perfect ambiance for my selective, delicate, seductive daydreams. Villainous, even.

Ea raises his eyebrows and slings his weapons across his desk chair, which holds his record player on a stool nearby. He slowly, and I mean tantalizingly, lifts his finger and hovers it above the 'stop' button.

I spring out of the bed as quickly as I could, practically hopping around with Ea's sheets tied around my ankles. Making me trip and flail my arms every step. But I manage to grab his wrist and pull it away. Unfortunately, though, I was not quick enough to stop the other hand from snaking around my form and pushing the button I tried desperately to defend.

I hit his shoulder as the music stalls. He pulls his fin up in a surrender position, a grin splitting his entire face.

"If I can't listen to it without judgement," He starts. "Then nobody can."

I stare at him for a moment longer. Bafflement surely written on my features and he smirks. "I-I-I was..."

"You were?" His other eyebrow joins the other paralyzed one.

"I was daydreaming!" I finish, not caring if I just exposed myself or not. His brows lower yet I can still tell by the curve of his lips that he is laughing at me.

"ABout..." He prompts.

"Nothing." I say. Too quickly to be inconspicuous.

"Well, then I will have to go get Helios to..." He trails off but I know what he means. Read my mind. Tell him my innermost... dirty... thoughts.

"That won't be necessary." I will try again. This time concocting something. "I was daydreaming," I pause for dramatic effects. "Of Helios, actually." He looks my over, his smile changing to something sardonic and... honestly quite intimidating. It casts a cruel look onto his face.

"And what were you and helios doing?" He asks. His voice tight.

"Oh, the usual things a girl and boy do when cooked up in a claustrophobic closet." I dance around with my words. Playing with him like a eagle might his prey.

"I hope you mean only clutching each other with fear of dark, scary places. Holding hands at most." His smile droops as he awaits my answer.

I pause, as if trying to determine what to say next. "Well, I guess we did the former, but the hands were not in the others. They were... preoccupied."

HIs eyebrows raise again. "WOuld you like to show me how those hands were... occupying their time?" He asks.

Crap! Does he know it was actually him and not Helios?
Then the light fades, and darkness awakes within the belly of this room which is now too small. Kind of like my skin all of a sudden is. Too clammy and small. And I feel like I stole my skin off of a child, as if it was not tailored to my body in particular.

I didn't tell him I was dreaming of being loved the same way I love others. That I wanted somebody to see who I am, and be the piece that fits into mine like a puzzle. And a piece you don't have to force into the picture as a whole, but rather, someone who slides in smoothly. I want to find my equal. In all ways.