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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It's not uncommon, but the form of layers just changed.

[Katherine moves to his side.] A lot of outfits end up with layers to them, but it's just a matter of where they're going.

A man still looks exceptional in a well-tailored suit. [Katherine's mind wanders a bit, thinking pleasantly of men in suits.]

True, but they seem to serve such strange purposes.

[Like... why would he wear a short-sleeved shirt only to wear a sweater over it AND a jacket?]

Sometimes fashion doesn't make sense.

[No. Ezio, never wear that. ~~as I sit here in a t-shirt and hoodie...~~]

No, we won't match this up with any layers. Unless, you get cold while wearing this. [She pulls that aside and puts it onto a different pile.]

Very well.

[He's not sure how to make himself useful here, so he just picks through clothes.]

I do not like the "jeans" much. They are too tight on the cock.

[Katherine smirks, possibly a bit too much at hearing of his woes over denim and his cock.]

Maybe someone is buying them too tight for you so they can see your cock easier. [innocent face.]

Then they should encourage me to wear my leather pants more, because then the codpiece would be doing exactly what it is supposed to do.

Mmm. True, but it's not the same. [She digs through the pile of clothing and pulls out a pair of jeans.]

Denim has a weave to it. There's soft ridges where the fabric has been created. [She sets her nails on it and rakes backward.]

The press of nails against it, sends small vibrations. Tingling sensations. [She flips them a bit and folds the legs open, showing him the folded inside seam.]

This is where a woman's nails will catch and tug. Following upwards.

[She smiles at him.] This is familiar territory to map across for most women here.

Your codpiece might present your cock, front and center - but a good pair of jeans outlines it, giving more than just presentation, but fact.

[He pauses to absorb that.]

I see.

[And duly fucking noted.]

[OH, but she's not done yet.]

They can also build up anticipation. Confined and hard pressed behind a zipper - your lover can offer relief, she can tease and tug down this metal strip one jagged tooth at a time.

[She lifts the zipper lead, showing how it latches.] When this is down, those teeth won't move. When it's up, it slides down.

Trust me, you might not like them now -- but there will be a time where you'll enjoy them.

[He swallows. No, Katherine. Stop that. He is in a relationship and you are turning him on. Think unsexy thoughts, Ezio.]

I have seen zippers and worn jeans.

They are not pleasant.

[Zipper + penis = death in agony.]

[She'll behave. She shrugs.]

Be more careful. Don't rush and ... [Digs through the clothing pile.] Wear these beneath them. [Holding up some jockeys.] You don't have to go commando your entire life.

Save yourself the accidental zip-up. [There you go, Ezio. Zipping your cock up cannot be sexy.]

Or, you ask someone to zip your jeans up for you. [Oops.]

[He laughs.]

Right, right. I have been shown these. I even wear them sometimes... but I still do not like jeans.

Wear them only when you want, Ezio.

Also wear them for these pictures. [She's made a few piles, sorting them together.]

We'll start with these. It's the denim free pile.

Va bene, that is good.

Am I to put them on for the pictures?

Yes. We'll dress you up, take a photo, change the shirt, take a photo -- all the things that go together will be previously matched and documented.

Then, if you ever want to wear modern clothing, you'll just pick things out from the photos we take.

Very well, then.

[He picks up the first pile to put it on.]

[Ezio, you just became her Ken Doll. She's excited.]

Also, if you don't like how something fits or if it itches, we'll just pack it up right now. [Except the jeans. He needs to keep at least one pair.]

Of course.

[Pulling off his shirt to put on a t-shirt.]

[Sigh. Oh, Ezio. So attractive.]

How are things with your lady love?

Good. Quiet, too, but good.

Quiet is good, especially in this place.

[She'll take a seat and think about something for a moment.]

Most everyone I knew from this place has gone home, in the past few months. As long as you don't end up with that sort of quiet, I think you're doing fine.

[He frowns.]

I am sorry to hear you have lost so many, Katherine. Have you at least any new friends to fill the void?

Not new friends, no. [She glances around the room.]

Old acquaintances... someone that I knew from before I was here, from my home. I intended to pull information from him, to get under his skin. [She quiets for a moment.]

It did not go as planned. [She stands up.] Do you have that wine still?

I do. It sounds like you need it, too.

[He goes to get it himself.]

[She lets out a small laugh, glancing to him.]

You know the stories that old women tell about how they had a great love and it was lost forever. Death. Plague. They sit in their chairs and they yammer on and on about how if they ever had a chance to change things, they'd tell that one person that they loved them.

I was never going to be that woman. I didn't want to look back. I couldn't afford to. Love was a token to offer up. Something others would claim.

[She takes in a breath.]

Somewhere between running for my life and stopping just to breathe... [She shakes her hand, dismissing it as she goes to find glasses.]

He hates me. I know he does, but I also know that he still loves me and trying to get under his skin, trying to hurt him...

I didn't have it in me. Not here. Not in these walls. Not when I just lost almost everything I had worked to get.

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