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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[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.

[He frowns, concerned.]

I am sorry, Katherine. Perhaps your chance will come again, another time... when you are ready for it.

To hurt him? [She exhales.] I did enough of that... I'll probably do more than that back home.

I actually... [Her hand moves to her mouth, hiding the tiny smile that curves against her features.] I actually gave in.

I've loved him, but it wasn't ever something I would risk telling him. It didn't do me any good to tell him. [Biggest clue of selfishness right there, Katherine.]

But I told him now... and it's... it's different. [Where is that wine????]

[He pours her a very liberal glass.]

In a bad sense?

[THANK YOU. She takes the glass and indulges in a rather large swallow of it.]

I don't... I don't think so. We're trying to see how long we can last... until we tire of it or until one of us betrays the other. [ANOTHER SWALLOW. She considers something.] Maybe kills the other.

It's what he wanted years ago. [Wanted again, more recently, but still the bigger part was over a hundred years ago.]

I finally gave it to him.

It sounds like an unhappy circumstance, Katherine. Are you sure this is what you wanted?

[She pauses, realizing that she hadn't gone there intending to confess her love for him, least of all to try and have something with him here. The circumstance wasn't unhappy... just unexpected. Still, it was unknown as well.]

I've been running from love for so long, Ezio. Using emotion as a weapon, laying my trust alongside the easiest way to hurt someone.

It's not that I don't want it... it's just that I'm not sure what to do with it when I have it. [A light bit of nervous laughter slipped from her.]

I've told myself for centuries that love would make me weak, that it's what can get me killed. But... [her head cants to the side, lifting her glass.] ...if I die here, I'll just return in two weeks.

And what would kill you for love here, dolcezza?

[Her eyes met Ezio's, a moment of sorrow flashing onto her features because she knew that all the planning all the fear that she held with her to push her to do what she needed to do, to drive her to those extremes... without them, she could have anything she wanted.]

Nothing.

[He sets his glass down.]

Right. Nothing.

[And then he opens his arms and gestures for her to come here for a hug.]

[She smirks at him, taking another sip of her wine. Setting her glass down, she moves toward him, in his modern whatever he's wearing it's a bit more amusing than usual.

Still, she hugs him, taking in a heavy breath. Katherine is not a hugger. She's never been one to be so vulnerable either, but the trust she has with Ezio is a rare thing and maybe it's because of the shared piece of a timeline or that she thinks he understands just how difficult it is to actually allow things to just happen.]

I've been running for five hundred years. [She never thought she'd have the time to just stop.]

[He wraps his arms around her and runs a hand through her hair.]

Are you not tired of it?

[That feels very lovely. She will not take a nap against your shoulder, Ezio.]

Honestly, I think I could run forever sometimes. [She exhales softly.] I'm okay with stopping though.

Then you have nothing to fear, hmm?

[Her hand moves to rest under her mouth, against his shoulder.]

Except getting hurt, but I think I can survive that. [She sighs.] This wasn't why I came here, but thank you.

You can survive anything.

[He chuckles, lightheartedly.]

You came here to dress me and take my picture, didn't you?

[She smiles and nods, pulling away from him.]

I did, indeed.

[He gives her a squeeze before she goes.]

We can return to it when you are ready.

[Glancing around... where did she set her -- ah, yes. There's her wine. Once more, back to taking that drink.]

Well if you're ready we can snap that first picture and I can enjoy my wine while you change shirts about five times. [She grins.] It'll definitely be a lovely view.

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