Libertionne. Anna Tishchenko
the victim of the Secret of Priapus is entitled to a legitimate dream. Tiberius quietly made his way to his bed, trying not to attract attention. And he went to sleep as usual, when there were guests at his place, without undressing.
Time to collect stones
Waking up was not the most pleasant experience. The sunlight wasn’t simply pounding on his eyes, it was causing physical pain. Tiberius parted his eyelids with great effort. His body was strangely cool. He rubbed a shaking hand over his abdomen. He was right – he wasn’t wearing a shirt, or pants either. He sat up quickly in bed, and immediately moaned, because his head was exploding from the sharp, inhuman pain. “Damn it, did Paul take the story of Psyche as a call to action?” It seemed so, as he distinctly remembered not getting undressed before going to sleep. Tiberius looked around – the apartment was small, one room in fact, divided into a kitchen zone and a study with a bed. The only decoration besides Michael’s watch was an antique mermaid, carved from marble by some unknown German romantic. Tiberius had bought it at an auction; its gentle, thoughtful face reminded him very much of someone. Moopechka was nowhere to be seen, which meant he was in the bath. Tiberius managed to stand up, his head reeling, and went toward the sound of muffled sobs.
Moopechka was sitting on the toilet, holding the immortal Romeo and Juliet, and the cabinet was open. Some of the books were in a pile on the floor, a carefully arranged pile, that is. But his enlightened friend wasn’t crying about the fate of the two unlucky lovers. Seeing Tiberius, he jumped up as if he had been stung.
“I… I always knew it! I guessed it! You never wanted me, you – pervert!”
“Paul.”
“All these horrible books… They’re about sex between a man and a woman!”
“Not all of them.”
“I adored you! I admired you today, like that… that Psyche!”
“Paul, calm down.”
For greater stability, Tiberius raised his left hand and grabbed onto the doorframe. But he realized too late that it was a bad idea. Moopechka’s glance was fixed on his armpit, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened. He instantly stopped sobbing, which was good. Realizing now that all his bridges were burned, Tiberius just sighed, well, so be it. At least now there was no chance that he would tell anyone about the secret library.
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