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.


x






----- 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

[assassino]

[He laughs, though stunned.]

Who wears clothing in a bathhouse?! I thought you knew!!

[secondchances]

I'm wearing clothing! We should all! Be! Wearing! Clothing!

[assassino]

You're wearing clothing because you're a weird American girl!

[secondchances]

I'm wearing clothing because we shouldn't be naked around each other! Oh, my god.

[She's clutching her face and looking elsewhere, anywhere that isn't Ezio. So. Red.]

I can't believe we had serious conversation like this.

[assassino]

[He laughs.]

It is not as though we have been talking about sexual matters, dolcezza, you are flailing for nothing.

[secondchances]

[She just glares at him. HE JUST HAD TO SAY THAT.]

[assassino]

It is true!

[secondchances]

[Sigh. She wants to drown.]

Next time you're naked, and think that I know, just be sure to double check so that I don't accidentally... discover it.

[assassino]

You're the one who suddenly decided to reach for my cock, but if you insist.

[secondchances]

I didn't reach for it! I was going to tickle you!

[assassino]

There is not much difference between those two things!

[secondchances]

I hate you.

[Why does this always happen to her :'( ]

[assassino]

You are so fussy.

[secondchances]

Maybe you're fussy.

[Grumble grumble. Still recovering.]

[assassino]

Fussy about what?

[secondchances]

... clothes.

[assassino]

You are the one who is fussy about clothes... or the lack of.

[secondchances]

You're lacking them waaaay too often.

[assassino]

When else have I lacked clothing?

[secondchances]

Plenty of times. [Like, twice.]

[assassino]

Such as when?

[secondchances]

You know, the paint thing, and then... that time before that.

[assassino]

Which time?

[secondchances]

I told you. When you were here before. [Sinks lower into the water.]

[assassino]

Ah, yes, when you were spying on me.