Carthispire

21

I went downstairs and found Zeckiel around a crowd of gawking humans. He was standing on the bar telling a story. He was doing this with a lot of passion, zest, and swagger. He looked at me at with wild eyes and I knew he was going to pull me up there with him. I blushed and shook my head. I have told him I hate crowds looking at me and expecting me to do something. By something, I mean anything. I was not going to and I planted my feet. Though I am reminded of his powers and I internally cringe.

He waved me up and said, "And here is my lovely princess now! The fire ball in the night! The crow who gusts wind from seemingly nowhere! The docile cat in the night! With her charm comes a dangerous and rebellious spirit! Brima! Come up here and wallow in the glory of our accomplishments!"

He honestly looked drunk though I couldn't tell because the whole room was drunk. I gave him a look and folded my arms. His orange eye sparkled with excitement and glee. He said with somewhat of an accent, "'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind!' Wrote William Shakespeare. My princess, I love you more than you can imagine and everyone should know! Oh, your mind is as clear as a stream and your heart is as a light morning snowfall! Oh-"

"Zeck shut up. You're drunk. Get off the table." Izzy yelled at him.

People laughed the they noted who said it. I went over to him and gave my hand over. I said, "Please get down. I know your feelings for me."

Instead of getting down, he pulled me into his arms. I squealed and gave him an angry but horrified look. He said, "I wouldn't even let a fly land on your shoulder."

I made a fist and tried to push him away. I could smell that he was swimming in vodka and/or rum. He asked in my ear, "What's wrong?"

"Zeckiel we are going home."

He rolled his eyes, "Baby girl-"

"Don't call me that."

"Brima, we are having fun. Now I know how spartan and hermit like you are...just loosen up! You do so much! Stop being so hard assed." He told me with a dazed and drunk look.

I tried to hold back my anger and frustration. I really want to punch his jaw and shatter him. How dare he call me that. I growled, "Zeckiel, I will leave on my own! I don't like this! And how dare you call me a hard ass!"

He laughed, "No your ass is more firm than hard."

With a lot of power I kneed him and pushed him away. He bent over in pain and laughter. I demanded, "Take. Me. Home. Now!"

The people have moved on because they saw this was no one else's business. He looked out to find them not paying attention. He sat down on the bar that was sticky from all the drinks of the party. He looked bummed and almost depressed. He said, "You don't really like me do you?"

I got off the bar and stood in front of the mopey mess of a man. I asked, "What do you mean?"

He started to tear up. He threw his head up and sniffled in before looking me in the eyes. The whites of his eyes started to get irritated and red. He said, "People don't really care. They just like my money and power. Power to do what they want when they want. It's like my whole family. It's like how all the houses are. I hate it. It's not money that makes someone evil. It's power that makes people evil. It makes me scared to be king if my dad dies."

I folded my arms and told him, "A bar is not the place to have this discussion. I can tell you I do care about you in a way I unlike I've cared about before. I just don't want to move to fast."