xxxvi λ winter

[assassino]

-------- Private -------

January 28th.

In some ways, I feel as though I am a ship adrift at sea, or at least a boat lost in a maze of canals. I do not know how to navigate a relationship with a woman from the future. The customs that are difficult enough in friendship prove even more complicated now. I know how a man might dictate a relationship in my time, but Lana is entirely different. If I commanded her, she would likely just be angry with me, so I am letting her make all of the decisions… it is strange, to say the least, but there is little I can do, even if I feel I am being emasculated.

Put like that, it all sounds very dramatic, but it feels as though that is the only way I can express it. It is one thing to be friends with women from the future, that I enjoy very much, but it is somehow different to call one your "girlfriend." I am just not used to being at one woman's beck and call.

I want to be prepared for this, yet I still feel lost… but I am still determined to prove to Molotov and the rest of them that I can be with a single woman and respect her wishes.

(It would be easier, though, if I were not always consumed with... frustrations. She will not even allow me to taste her.)

And what else plagues my mind? The Borgia, of course, as always… I fear Lucrezia will sabotage my relationships, and am concerned about that Cesare has been planning. I dare not place too many thoughts to the page, lest I bring bad luck upon myself.

Then there is Tim, who is Stephanie's "ex-boyfriend" –– I have yet to meet him, but I look forward to it. A bit of sporting fun would do me good.


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----- Cesare Borgia -----


[written]

Salute.

I'd like to invite you to dinner. Just men –– no fair ladies this time.

E. Auditore.


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Is it time for the snow to vanish into the ground yet? I hate snow. It is miserable to have to bundle oneself up like a Rossian just to go outdoors, and even more miserable to be indoors and wet in such heavy clothing.

Fuck winter, that is what I say.

Comments

[impetuous]

That's hurtful. But there isn't any. Hot enough for a swim actually.

[wilder]

...Of course it is.

[It figures, he turned down going on the trip with Raine because of snow so of course there's none]

[impetuous]

That's what you get for forgetting me. I'd have brought you along.

[ Never mind that Zelos didn't know Gwaine was back. ]

[wilder]

Forgetting you? Please! You didn't even tell me you were back- you forgot about me!

[impetuous]

I went through a very difficult process. I'm excused.

[wilder]

See, it's excuses like that are why I'd never be your lady.

[impetuous]

You still remember that? You must have really missed me.

[wilder]

Nah, don't take it to heart. I remember the faces of people from parties when I was six. I couldn't forget you even if I wanted.

[impetuous]

You really know how to make a friend feel welcome.

Zelos

I didn't tell anyone. Not a week back and I had to get away from everything. Didn't feel like dealing with a lot of invitations to talk and people trying to convince me to stay. You're still my only lady. [ ♥ ]

[wilder]

Warm and affectionate will be on my tombstone, I'm sure.

Gwaine

Such cajoling words.

But problems already? Wow, they sure work fast in your neck of the woods.

Zelos

[impetuous]

I'll bore you with the story later.

[ Because. Eavesdroppers. In his neck of the wood. Which is a boat. He's on a boat, motherfucker. You won't make the joke, but I will. ]

Gwaine

[wilder]

Alright. Don't get eaten out there.