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]

It's a start. Say something else!

[secondchances]

I'm not saying more! It's all like--anatomy stuff. You want my brain to pop right now?

[assassino]

You are a woman student in university! I would expect someone as impressive as that to be able to speak a bit of Latin!

[secondchances]

We call Latin a dead language for a reason! I mean, we use a lot of parts of it to make words and name things, like body parts, but... no one goes around speaking Latin at the coffee shop. Unless they're weird.

[assassino]

It is the language of academics!

[secondchances]

I'm not an academic! I'm just a student. And only for appearances, really.

[assassino]

Am I to believe you bought your place in the university?

[secondchances]

... sort of? It ain't free.

[assassino]

What university would accept a student who does not care for her studies, and cannot speak Latin?

[secondchances]

Like, every university ever? I think you might have the wrong impression of the modern American university.

[assassino]

I have never been to a university! Not even a "modern" Italian one.

[secondchances]

If we ever end up in a big city or [god forbid] Gotham, the first thing I'll do is take you to a university.

[assassino]

Good. I would like to see one.

[secondchances]

Too bad we didn't know each other better in Paris.

[assassino]

And yet you knew me well enough to kiss me!

[secondchances]

I kissed you because I didn't know you, you mean.

[assassino]

Oh, so you would not now that you know me better?

[secondchances]

[Pokerface.]

Nope. I know you too well.

[assassino]

And now what? I am too despicable for your sensibilities?

[secondchances]

Not quite up to my standards. [She grins.]

[assassino]

But Tim is?

[secondchances]

I knew it was only a matter of time before you brought him up.

[assassino]

I'm curious.

[secondchances]

I know. And that's scary.

[assassino]

But why?