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]

You're crazy. I'm not even including your profession. You're just a generally crazy person.

[assassino]

You cannot prove that!

[secondchances]

If I polled the castle, everyone would vote crazy.

[assassino]

Once more, you will need to prove it!

[secondchances]

That's proving it!

[assassino]

That is not proof, that is a claim.

[secondchances]

Fine.

[She clears her throat.]

Who in Paradisa, aside from yourself, knows you best?

[assassino]

You or Molotov.

[secondchances]

Thirteen months of study have led me to the scientific conclusion that you're crazy. I can get a written report from my colleague, Molotov, in which I am sure she will back up my claim. A backed up claim is definitely truth.

[assassino]

[Ezio: not a scientist.]

I have no idea what you just said.

[secondchances]

[She laughs!]

Just agree.

[assassino]

I refuse!

[secondchances]

Refuse?

[She puts her hand over her heart.]

You refuse, that means you hate me. Forever.

So you should just agree.

[assassino]

That is not what it means!

[secondchances]

It does! And look, you're stalling!

[assassino]

Go poll the castle, you minx.

[secondchances]

Oh no, you hate me forever. Why bother now?

[assassino]

I could prove how much I love you, but Lana would not be pleased.

[secondchances]

[Laughs...]

Probably not, so I'll just take your word for it.

[assassino]

You know it already.

[secondchances]

Fine, fine. You love me forever, and maybe you're not totally crazy.

[assassino]

[he chuckles.]

You can do better than that.

[secondchances]

I don't know how, sorry.

[assassino]

That is alright, I know you girls are not capable of what men can do.

[TEASING...]

[secondchances]

[TAKES THE BAIT.]

What's that supposed to mean?