ink on the back of the hand which had been holding the knife...
The executioner was wearing the same sign as Cardew!
Instinctively pulling the blanket above my head to let it give me the false feeling of security, I curled up in the warm fragrant darkness and tried to concentrate so as to think more clearly about the matter torturing me.
What could the dream mean? Was it a threat, was it a sign of inner nervousness...
Was it a warning?...
‘Stop it!’ I ordered to myself and bit my lips with fierce decisiveness. ‘There can’t be any secret messages in those nightmares!’
Runes were letters – sacred and powerful symbols, but still, letters – they could have various meanings and not mean anything at all outside of the words they were forming themselves – they could stand for the sound to be pronounced to form a certain letter, not definitely have an ominous meaning of hidden lethal threat...
‘Imagination working too hard,’ I pronounced my own verdict in my mind and shrugged to calm myself down.
The reason why I was dreaming of Cardew’s signs was most probably far more simple – the talk with him had left a strong impression in my sensitive mind, and my subconsciousness was painting the symbols I was associating with him all over my nightmares just because I was thinking of him even while soundly asleep – that rune could merely signify the direction in which my free thoughts were wandering, and this direction...
This direction was having scarlet-crimson wavy hair, penetrating grayish-obsidian eyes, elusive mysterious smile, and such hypnotic charm...
No, I was not in love with Cardew, I reassured myself firmly.
Not yet...
Chapter 6:
OBSIDIAN AND RUBY
The rehearsals that were set to follow later in the afternoon were roaming inside my thoughts and blurring them with the sense of obsessive attractiveness, so I was rather absent-minded while walking down the empty street. If I had to be completely honest, I would confess that the play was not the only thing occupying my head, so, naturally, when the voice I had been so intensely fantasizing about suddenly pronounced my name in reality, I tripped against my own feet and almost collapsed on the ground.
Cardew appeared from behind me and grinned victoriously, “So I managed to surprise you this time!”
“Damn, you did,” I admitted while taking a deeper breath. “Are you going to the rehearsal, too?”
“Actually, I came here for you,” he shrugged with well-played indifference and I smiled not without slyness when he added, “I thought you wouldn’t mind us going there together.”
“How would you feel if I did mind?” I teased boldly but Cardew raised a brow with amusement.
“I’ll never know this – you are far too lovely to make me find out,” he chuckled undeniably charmingly, and nodded towards the direction in which the hall was in an invitation I didn’t want to resist to; his voice was misleadingly negligent when he went on, “How were your lectures earlier today?”
“Now you sound like a jealous husband,” I shook my head with cheerful laughter aimed to embarrass him in a subtle tantalizing manner. “And I bet you already know the answer as you’re spying on me... What course are you doing, by the way?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Cardew played offended in such a comical way that it was really beyond
The executioner was wearing the same sign as Cardew!
Instinctively pulling the blanket above my head to let it give me the false feeling of security, I curled up in the warm fragrant darkness and tried to concentrate so as to think more clearly about the matter torturing me.
What could the dream mean? Was it a threat, was it a sign of inner nervousness...
Was it a warning?...
‘Stop it!’ I ordered to myself and bit my lips with fierce decisiveness. ‘There can’t be any secret messages in those nightmares!’
Runes were letters – sacred and powerful symbols, but still, letters – they could have various meanings and not mean anything at all outside of the words they were forming themselves – they could stand for the sound to be pronounced to form a certain letter, not definitely have an ominous meaning of hidden lethal threat...
‘Imagination working too hard,’ I pronounced my own verdict in my mind and shrugged to calm myself down.
The reason why I was dreaming of Cardew’s signs was most probably far more simple – the talk with him had left a strong impression in my sensitive mind, and my subconsciousness was painting the symbols I was associating with him all over my nightmares just because I was thinking of him even while soundly asleep – that rune could merely signify the direction in which my free thoughts were wandering, and this direction...
This direction was having scarlet-crimson wavy hair, penetrating grayish-obsidian eyes, elusive mysterious smile, and such hypnotic charm...
No, I was not in love with Cardew, I reassured myself firmly.
Not yet...
Chapter 6:
OBSIDIAN AND RUBY
The rehearsals that were set to follow later in the afternoon were roaming inside my thoughts and blurring them with the sense of obsessive attractiveness, so I was rather absent-minded while walking down the empty street. If I had to be completely honest, I would confess that the play was not the only thing occupying my head, so, naturally, when the voice I had been so intensely fantasizing about suddenly pronounced my name in reality, I tripped against my own feet and almost collapsed on the ground.
Cardew appeared from behind me and grinned victoriously, “So I managed to surprise you this time!”
“Damn, you did,” I admitted while taking a deeper breath. “Are you going to the rehearsal, too?”
“Actually, I came here for you,” he shrugged with well-played indifference and I smiled not without slyness when he added, “I thought you wouldn’t mind us going there together.”
“How would you feel if I did mind?” I teased boldly but Cardew raised a brow with amusement.
“I’ll never know this – you are far too lovely to make me find out,” he chuckled undeniably charmingly, and nodded towards the direction in which the hall was in an invitation I didn’t want to resist to; his voice was misleadingly negligent when he went on, “How were your lectures earlier today?”
“Now you sound like a jealous husband,” I shook my head with cheerful laughter aimed to embarrass him in a subtle tantalizing manner. “And I bet you already know the answer as you’re spying on me... What course are you doing, by the way?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Cardew played offended in such a comical way that it was really beyond
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