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

[secondchances]

Because, Tim isn't like you. Or me, even. His tolerance for... you being you might not be very high.

[assassino]

Has he never met someone like me before?

[secondchances]

You're very unique, you know. [Fluff up his ego to distract him, yes.]

[assassino]

[Things he is a sucker for...]

That I am. But surely he has had allies who have killed, or have slept with many women, or have dared flirt with Stephanie Brown.

[secondchances]

Yes, yes, and no.

[assassino]

Then he will have to get used to it!

[secondchances]

I'm sure he will eventually.

[assassino]

Of course, seeing as I am not going anywhere. We are friends now –– he cannot part us for any reason.

[secondchances]

I think he's beginning to see that much at least.

[assassino]

Good!

[secondchances]

Anyway, now that we're talking about Tim, I'd say it's a good time to start heading back, no?

[assassino]

If you insist.

[moves to stand up B)]

[secondchances]

EZIONO--

[It's just one word as she spins around to not see anything she shouldn't X( ]

[assassino]

[He stops and just laughs hard.]

I thought you'd do that.

[secondchances]

[Turns back around once she realizes it's safe and just

SPLASHES HIM >:( ]

[assassino]

[He keeps laughing and splashes back]

[secondchances]

[Splashsplashsplash]

Stop laughing!

[assassino]

Why should I?

[secondchances]

Because! You're vulnerable!

[assassino]

You are too afraid to look at me, let alone touch me! What should I fear?

[secondchances]

Valid points, but still! Don't be so...

[...]

Cocky.

[assassino]

I'm very cocky. Immensely cocky.

[secondchances]

The cockiest, really.

[assassino]

Hah! And you like it that way.

[secondchances]

I guess there has to be something about you that keeps me sticking around.