ℒℒ 52 || forward dated to sunday morning

[luthored]

[Room 1719]

[ While Lana's mood had been uplifted recently, the announcement of Damon's departure hit her like a truck, and even now she still feels winded. But she thinks she's had enough of sitting in the dark and ignoring the world. Even Ezio's advances have been brushed off since, the inquiries of friends just greeted with a stiff smile and distant gaze. There are a thousand reasons why Lana's mind and heart both feel jagged now; not quite broken, but damaged.

How many times is that, now?

It doesn't matter. None of it matters. Lana reminds herself what convinced her to hook up with Ezio in the first place. If none of it matters, why can't she do whatever she wants? Why should she always worry about who will go home when, or who might be killed? People either returned home or came back two weeks later. What does it matter?

This is her mantra as she spends her Saturday night alone, dying her hair like she had so many years ago, drawing some red undertones back into her rich brown locks, and she knows that the color will glisten once she steps into the sun. It makes her feel a little better, to do something this small but still different, and Sunday morning she takes it several steps further.

Be someone else.

Lana desires nothing more, and so after what might normally be a three-hour make-over if not for her super speed, she shows up at the top of the Ortus Tower decked out in what she's modeled from several styles she'd seen in books, having not liked the high bust-line of the purely Italian fashion. She's not Italian, why pretend to be? If anything, she's more French when you go back far enough, and as they met in Paris, there's nothing wrong with that. In reality, the hair took more time than the outfit but just barely.

Ezio doesn't lock his door, so she's as quick and quiet as a cat when entering, calling on training from several sources more than her powers, as she tip-toes across the floor until she reaches his bed. There, she hikes up her skirts and climbs up onto the mattress, crawling across the covers and overtop him very slowly, her voice a soft whisper. ]

Ezio.

[/Room 1719]

[Alvin]

Did you already move the game night to Sunday, or will we be trying that next week?

[/Alvin]

[Kara]

Let's go out tonight.

[ Yeah on a Sunday, that's right! Lana doesn't know if 'Alvin' actually moved the game to Sundays yet, but until she hears something, she'll assume no. Good, her prayers have been answered. ]

[/Kara]

Comments

Lana.

[dorkwonder]

Next week. Another friend of mine showed up here, I've been helping her settle in.

Alvin.

[luthored]

Really? Who?

Lana.

[dorkwonder]

Cassandra Cain. Do you know who she is?

Alvin.

[luthored]

Oh, her. I spoke to her over the journal when she first arrived, to offer some advice, but I don't know how helpful I was.

Is she going okay?

Lana.

[dorkwonder]

She is. As much as I don't want anyone I know being trapped here, having her around even for this short period of a time has been great.

Alvin.

[luthored]

I understand. It's hard to be here for so long without people you know from home. They keep you grounded in a way; rooted to your past and what's waiting for you when you leave.

Lana.

[dorkwonder]

What do you to get by without them? Make new friends?

Alvin.

[luthored]

You move on.

Lana.

[dorkwonder]

Oh. [Interesting response.] Hey, you've known people here who were originally from Gotham, right?

[assassino]

[Ezio can tell the difference between an amorous woman and a hostile encounter in his bed even while half-asleep, and her soft voice certainly helps stir him to wakefulness. Without those, perhaps he might have flipped or made use of the hidden blade still strapped to his arm, even in sleep. It's amazing what the body can learn, and what the heart wants.

His eyes open, half-lidded still, and it takes him a second to register the gorgeous lady on top of him. He certainly hadn't expected her here this morning, and certainly not dressed like that. He gives a chuckle, still sleepy, and one hand finds her thigh.]

This is my favourite kind of morning...

[luthored]

[ The smile on her face is poised, more amused than affectionate, and she settles one hand over his, to teasingly push it back down to her knee. The barest hint of a rather spot-on French accent comes with her words, experience in France finally paying off in ways she never could have predicted. She even makes her voice a little deeper, just enough to sound a touch older and more authoritative.

Must remember not to use contractions, yes. Unfortunately with that she has to borrow memories of Ezio, Lucrezia, and movies. ]

Are you often greeted by noble ladies in your bed? You do not show me the proper respect.

[assassino]

[His hand lingers on her knee, willing to be pushed back but unwilling to be put off completely. Instead, his fingers oh-so-subtly search for the hem of her skirt, since it's all pushed up around them.]

My lady! Pardon my manners, I was disoriented from sleep. If I have lost your favour, name the challenge I must undertake to win it back again.

[luthored]

[ Yeah have fun with that, she'll let him explore. It's a pretty dress, she doesn't mind showing it off. It's the first time she's wished from the castle in a long time, so he better appreciate.

Sitting back so that she's pointedly straddling him, Lana tilts her head to let her newly lightened and bound fall over a shoulder as she walks her fingertips up his chest.

At least it's easy to keep a straight face when somewhere in the back of her mind, she's still miserable. ]

You are not a knight, not even a noble. What honorable challenge could you possibly manage? I do not even know what you are, sir, only that I have been hearing your voice in my dreams ever since our meeting in Paris. Perhaps that is what you should apologize for.

[assassino]

[He doesn't notice the red in her hair, partially because he's unobservant about that stuff, but mostly because he's more preoccupied with her straddling him, and her hands on him. As always, he sleeps naked, so only having bedsheets separate them amplifies things.

God, she's so fucking hot. Ezio almost has to wonder how he wound up with such a babe.]

A voice that haunted you for well over a year, to such intensity that it would drive you into my bed? I could never apologize for such a thing, seeing what treasures it has brought me.

[luthored]

[ Her nose scrunches then, she can't help it, as she tries to stay serious while also smiling. ]

Your bed just happens to be where I have found you. You think terribly much of yourself to assume a countess would so easily succumb to such base actions with a banker on a whim.

[assassino]

[He loves that little nose scrunch, and he braces his feet against the mattress so he can press his hips up against hers, hands sliding up her thighs and under her skirts.]

The countess says, perched upon me like a pretty bird, face flushing... I think my confidence in such a base action is warranted, my lady!

[luthored]

[ Lana bites her lip and reaches down to tweak his nose at the insolence, actually managing to look annoyed, though it's an obvious exaggeration. And she hopes he won't be disappointed by her wearing modern underwear, because that is what she's wearing. ]

Maybe I just wish to go for a ride. Am I not dressed for it? You had best occupy your hands with dressing yourself instead of searching for treasure beneath my skirts.

[kryptonian]

[Surprised, but chipper!]

Sure! What's the occasion?

[luthored]

[ The occasion is FUCK DRAMA. ]

I know I haven't been the most social the past few days, but I could really use a break from work and housekeeping is all.

I have a little surprise, too.

[kryptonian]

[She tries to imagine herself going out with Aunt Lana From Home, but it doesn't quite click in her imagination. Too strange, she thinks, but this is a welcome strange.]

You know me, I am glad to pull you away from boring drudgery in favour of fun. What kind of surprise should I be looking out for?

[luthored]

You'll figure it out eventually.

[ Even if she doesn't notice Lana's hair right away, the right lighting will show it off at some point. ]

Where should we go? Is there anywhere here you've discovered that you really like?

[kryptonian]

I haven't, no! I clearly don't spend enough time exploring the more mundane side of this place. Somewhere in town, though, I'm guessing. Some awesome dessert place and then some place we can go dancing?

[luthored]

Oh, dessert, that's good. Ice cream?

I cant even remember the last time I went dancing. I guess that's a sign.

[kryptonian]

Ice cream is great.

Really? Man. I used to go out all the time, but the past year or two has been pretty busy.

[Not going to expand on the fact that she was 15 a few years ago and shouldn't be in any nightlife place for dancing, though...]

[luthored]

Then this is much-needed for the both of us, maybe. But ice cream first. There are plenty of options for that.