paradisa | ℙ the twenty first;

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katherine pierce

ℙ the twenty first;

[Anyone listening over the journal will possibly hear the wooden snap of clothespins being popped off of the line and a light slosh of water in what may or may not be a sink or basin. Water might splatter onto the page of the journal, since Katherine actually doesn't want to sit around and watch clothing dry.]

Cleaning out a closet and finding shopping bags from Paris, from Christmas last year, that had never even been opened and put away - at least it gave me something to do today.

[Considering Katherine spent nearly her last six months in the castle dealing with corsets and bloomers -- it's no wonder that she didn't dig deep into that closet earlier.]

I will say, hand-washing is the most tedious task to do. [She says this as she hangs up another camisole top onto the line in the laundry room. The laundry room which now has a pile of discarded paper shopping bags and boxes, with colored tissue papers and ribbons all on the floor at her feet. The laundry room where the available lines are strung up with lace bras and frilly things that one would buy in Paris if they had the ability to compel anyone and everyone that was working retail there. The laundry room where anyone is welcome to come and be frustrated that she's taken up all that space.]

Damon ]

I think you need to refresh your definition of "waiting long".

Ezio ]

I finally figured out what to get you for Christmas.

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I think that's up for me to decide.

But hey, I promise fewer complaints as long as you don't wear layers this time.

Fewer complaints?

There's only room for one ego here.

And here I thought I was saving room here for something important. [She's teasing, naturally, but it's fun.]

Cold, Katherine. Absolutely cold.

[She smiles, though there's no laughter. She's not going to be that cruel. Instead, she drops the tone of her voice to something more relaxed, a softer curve to her words.]

Do you miss me, Damon? [She goes from insulting to implications in less than a heartbeat.]

Would I have answered you if I didn't?

I don't know, you've been known to be a tease.

Hey, I can play nice.

Sometimes.

Don't start on my account. [Can he hear the challenging smirk?]

Oh, well then, I didn't even give you a single thought. In fact, took me a minute to remember what you were referring to.

That's a shame. Just past a week and you've already broken my heart.

I was really aiming for under, but you know every time I vaguely started to remember, I forgot to write it down and the thought was gone in the blink of an eye.