ℙ the twenty first;

[eternityalone]

[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.

Comments

Katherine

[untilmydarknessgoes]

You sure? Sounded like it hit the wall pretty hard.

damon ]

[eternityalone]

[She turns around and glances to the ground.]

Nope. All good.

Katherine

[untilmydarknessgoes]

And all that talk about breaking things...

I'm disappointed again, Katherine.

damon ]

[eternityalone]

[She smirks, setting the LAST (seriously, she has a lot of things) piece of her apparel into the basket, picking it up off the table and pushing the empty bags aside. Someone will take care of that... right?]

Oh, how unfortunate.

Katherine

[untilmydarknessgoes]

I might stop paying attention to you if it keeps up.

damon ]

[eternityalone]

I'll have to try harder, then. [Vampire speed. She's already in her room.]

Katherine

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Katherine Pierce working for something she wants?

Are you sure you're not the one on a loss?

damon → action

[eternityalone]

[vampire speed is so handy. she's in her room. she's changed her clothing. she's folded a pair of pants up neatly. she's picking up her journal.]

I always work to get what I want. Just somethings come easier than others. [she's putting her journal down.


she's knocking on his door door.



Oh, and for the record, getting changed didn't involve putting those pants on her. Nope, she is currently sans pants. Sans shoes. Sans those distinct footfalls when she wears heels.

She is wearing an over-sized sweater. She does have an edge of modesty. Tiny sliver really. Barely visible.

Plus, the castle gets chilly in these hallways.

Especially when she is not wearing any pants.

On her legs. There is a pair folded over her arm though.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He smiles when he hears that knock at his door, closing the journal and tossing it aside before using his own vampire speed to answer the door barely a second after she finishes knocking.

He gives her a once-over & doesn't know what to make of those pants on her arm, but maybe if he just ignores them...]

I guess it'll work.

[eternityalone]

[You can't ignore them, Damon. Her hand shifts, flipping them off her arm and against her hand as she shoves them into his chest. The pressure pushes at him, pushing him out of her way.]

These are for you.

[Her tone is playful, even as she's shoving him out of her way so she can pad into his room once more.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He frowns at the jeans, shutting the door behind her. He's definitely just dumping those to the floor while he follows her further into the room.]

How thoughtful of you. Surprisingly, not what I'm interested in though.

[eternityalone]

[She is not going for the alcohol, though she wonders if she should. Either way, she turns around and face him, head tipping to the side as she regards him carefully.]

Oh? [Her curious expression is painfully innocent.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Well, you did say it yourself. [He takes a moment to get her pinned underneath him on the bed before continuing.] I believe there's a prize that needs collecting.

[eternityalone]

[She grins up at him, her hand moving to tuck into his hair.]

I thought I was a disappointment.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Oh, you are, but lucky for you -- [He kisses her on the lips, but only for a moment before kissing along her jaw.] -- I am completely open to the idea of being proven wrong.

[eternityalone]

[Her eyes close at the kiss, leaning toward him just for that brief moment before her head lays back on the bed, her hair an array of curls beneath her as she allows her leg to slide up against his.]

I think I'm going to enjoy proving you wrong.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

You think?

[He moves down as he starts moving that oversized sweater of hers out of the way, kissing his way along her stomach.]

[eternityalone]

[Her breathing settles, taking in those slow intakes of air as her fingers drift toward his hair, threading in lightly.]

I know.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He smiles at that, letting Katherine up just enough to get that sweater off.]

Much better.

[eternityalone]

[He's being so considerate to her clothing! She'll have to remember that later.]

I'm glad you approve, though I'm still waiting to see you in my pants.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He rests his forehead down on her shoulder with a very, heavy and long-suffering sigh.]

You're really not gonna let that go, are you?

[eternityalone]

[She takes the opening his relaxed posture gives her, hooking her leg and flipping them so that she's over him now.]

You were the one that offered. [Her words tease lightly, her hands... not so lightly teasing.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[His breathing hitches at those wandering hands.]

That was taunting, not offering.

[eternityalone]

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to be able to tell the difference between taunting and offering? [Because, you do not want her to clarify what she's doing here with her hands as taunting. Nope.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

When it comes to you dressing me in your clothes?