don’t you stick to the classic way to fall on your knees and promise me eternal love before asking such personal questions?”
“This was not a question,” Cardew remarked teasingly and I couldn’t resist bursting into giggling once more, while he gentlemanly went on not to embarrass me too much, “But yes, it’s in my nature to desire to stand out, lovely – boredom is such a nightmare –“
A nightmare?! Gods protect me…
“Then just be yourself, this will entertain me enough,” ignoring the keyword which made my heart leap uneasily, I raised my eyebrow again without letting him look away from my eyes. “You can be anything but a boring person.”
“Thank you,” Cardew chuckled but I felt he really meant it.
“I think that it makes no sense not to fulfil your desires just out of spite or some empty rebellion, or just because someone else is craving for the same, too,” I was smiling but he was listening to me carefully, my seriousness pleasing him just as much as my playfulness had. “Thus you are being made to obey outer rules again, and you don’t have your free choice because you stick to the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to do – which is predetermined.”
“An interesting theory,” he nodded earnestly and took his cup to his lips without taking a sip from it, just gazing at my eyes above it. “Why do they say that logic and beauty are incompatible with each other?”
I giggled quietly and he smiled above the edge of the cup before tasting the coffee; the captivating mesmeric manner in which the almost unnoticeable wince of his genuinely tempting lips welcomed the fragile porcelain and gently cuddled it into intoxicating warmth distracted me to the extreme point in which even philosophy felt too plain and distant…
“What are you going to tell me about yourself?” I went on with my charming-teasing intonation when we continued our talk, already out of the cafe. “Where does your family live?”
“In a graveyard far away,” Cardew shrugged and I didn’t sense much sorrow in his tone. “They moved there so long ago that I even forgot what missing them felt like.”
“Oh –” supposing that the lack of grief in his tone was only due to his brilliant acting skills, I bit my lips. “I’m sorry I asked.”
He smiled widely without any traces of sadness in his expression, as if he was purposefully striving to persuade me that he could be absolutely heartless, even when it was coming to his closest people. “Don’t worry, past is past.”
“Tell me about your friends then,” I went on more cheerfully, hoping that there would follow a joyful and maybe a bit nostalgic tale of several boys swearing eternal friendship to one another.
But Cardew just shook his head with another mysterious smile. “No friends, lovely. Just like you –”
The intensity of his stare would have startled me if I hadn’t expected it; of course, I remarked in my mind, how would he tell me about something so personal as his past – he would love it to remain an enigma to me...
Just that – right there and then – I didn’t mind this at all...
“Then what kind of girls do you like?” I tossed a provocation at him without missing to notice that he was keeping as much attention to the movement of my legs as to the talk, but that wasn’t the least bit diminishing from his concentration on our duel turning into a game.
His smiling eyes cast me a blast of lucent amused sparks and I felt as though a sudden gust of playful wind had thrown
“This was not a question,” Cardew remarked teasingly and I couldn’t resist bursting into giggling once more, while he gentlemanly went on not to embarrass me too much, “But yes, it’s in my nature to desire to stand out, lovely – boredom is such a nightmare –“
A nightmare?! Gods protect me…
“Then just be yourself, this will entertain me enough,” ignoring the keyword which made my heart leap uneasily, I raised my eyebrow again without letting him look away from my eyes. “You can be anything but a boring person.”
“Thank you,” Cardew chuckled but I felt he really meant it.
“I think that it makes no sense not to fulfil your desires just out of spite or some empty rebellion, or just because someone else is craving for the same, too,” I was smiling but he was listening to me carefully, my seriousness pleasing him just as much as my playfulness had. “Thus you are being made to obey outer rules again, and you don’t have your free choice because you stick to the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to do – which is predetermined.”
“An interesting theory,” he nodded earnestly and took his cup to his lips without taking a sip from it, just gazing at my eyes above it. “Why do they say that logic and beauty are incompatible with each other?”
I giggled quietly and he smiled above the edge of the cup before tasting the coffee; the captivating mesmeric manner in which the almost unnoticeable wince of his genuinely tempting lips welcomed the fragile porcelain and gently cuddled it into intoxicating warmth distracted me to the extreme point in which even philosophy felt too plain and distant…
“What are you going to tell me about yourself?” I went on with my charming-teasing intonation when we continued our talk, already out of the cafe. “Where does your family live?”
“In a graveyard far away,” Cardew shrugged and I didn’t sense much sorrow in his tone. “They moved there so long ago that I even forgot what missing them felt like.”
“Oh –” supposing that the lack of grief in his tone was only due to his brilliant acting skills, I bit my lips. “I’m sorry I asked.”
He smiled widely without any traces of sadness in his expression, as if he was purposefully striving to persuade me that he could be absolutely heartless, even when it was coming to his closest people. “Don’t worry, past is past.”
“Tell me about your friends then,” I went on more cheerfully, hoping that there would follow a joyful and maybe a bit nostalgic tale of several boys swearing eternal friendship to one another.
But Cardew just shook his head with another mysterious smile. “No friends, lovely. Just like you –”
The intensity of his stare would have startled me if I hadn’t expected it; of course, I remarked in my mind, how would he tell me about something so personal as his past – he would love it to remain an enigma to me...
Just that – right there and then – I didn’t mind this at all...
“Then what kind of girls do you like?” I tossed a provocation at him without missing to notice that he was keeping as much attention to the movement of my legs as to the talk, but that wasn’t the least bit diminishing from his concentration on our duel turning into a game.
His smiling eyes cast me a blast of lucent amused sparks and I felt as though a sudden gust of playful wind had thrown
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