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]

Hilarious.

[Not hilarious.]

[assassino]

I imagine he still loves you. What man could resist you?

[secondchances]

Being all sweet won't make me find your target joke funny.

[assassino]

I do not kill all my targets. I just spy on them, and occasionally race them or beat them up.

[secondchances]

Racing is fine. The other things, not so much. Part of why Tim and I are "complicated" is because of trust, and if he can't trust me when I say you're not a threat...

I let Tim think I was dead for a year. I really don't need to add more issues on top of that.

[Not that she knows he doesn't quite remember all of that, but hey.]

[assassino]

[Pointedly.]

I am not a threat.

[secondchances]

I know that. But he needs to learn it.

[assassino]

So I will remind him of it.

[secondchances]

Play nice. We might not be romantically involved, but he is important to me. I'll kick your butt, Ezio.

[assassino]

I am! When have I given you any indication that I intend to cause trouble with him?

[secondchances]

Were you not here for the past minute in which you mentioned beating up people and spying?

[assassino]

That isn't trouble.

[secondchances]

It's trouble. It'd be trouble for me. And you wouldn't want to cause trouble for me, right? I thought so! So don't do it.

[assassino]

As you wish, then...

[secondchances]

Thank you. I know you like making my life easier.

[assassino]

I genuinely do.

[secondchances]

I know you try, at least...

[assassino]

It is not easy, you know.

[secondchances]

It's in your nature to be a pain in the ass, you're saying.

[assassino]

Unfortunately so. You could ask my sister and she would eagerly confirm.

[secondchances]

I remember how you two interacted. I don't doubt it.

[assassino]

I pity her future husband.

[secondchances]

I'm sure she'd say the same about your future wife.

[assassino]

No, she probably thinks I'm not good enough for a wife.

[secondchances]

Does your sister really think that low of you?