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]

[ALMOST CAN'T BELIEVE HE SAID THAT... so she just stares, mouth hanging open slightly.]

Ezio!

[assassino]

[He bursts out laughing]

[secondchances]

[Just sinks down, into the water. Completely.

Eyes closed, of course. She doesn't want to cook her eyeballs or see anything she shouldn't >:( ]

[assassino]

[He just laughs until he can't laugh anymore.]

[secondchances]

[Stays there >:(

... until she needs to breathe. She likes making him laugh, but not so much when it means her face is as red as a tomato.]





It's still better than any beard you could grow. So I still win.

[assassino]

I could always start growing it again.

[secondchances]

You still look better without. Save it for when you're older.

[assassino]

You didn't even see it in its full majesty.

[secondchances]

I did when you were on your loss. [She fixes her soggy hair.]

[assassino]

And why would it do me a disservice now?

[secondchances]

Right now, you're cute and handsome. It's hard to be cute with a beard. You'd just be handsome. That's not an upgrade.

[assassino]

I do not want to be cute.

[secondchances]

You'll only be cute once. Embrace it.

[assassino]

I am twenty-nine, that time has passed!

[secondchances]

That's still young!

[assassino]

I am middle-aged.

[secondchances]

You don't act it, and that's what important. You act like you're twelve, look like you're... twenty-four. Still cute.

[assassino]

I get far more pussy than a twelve year old!

[secondchances]

I was talking about your mentality, not that!

[assassino]

What is mentality? I do not know!

[secondchances]

How you think.

[assassino]

How was I supposed to know that?

[secondchances]

Well, you don't always have to make everything about sex.

[assassino]

Well, I am best at sex and assassinations. What else could I say?

[secondchances]

[She rolls her eyes.]

... yeah, you're probably right. Nevermind!