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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 9:53:02 GMT -7
Jon puts his hands against her waist and then he's pulling her closer. The kiss deep but their lips soft against each others. Katherine was a vampire but according to Jon everything about her was soft, the way she put her hands on him, the way her lips would kiss his, her skin. All of it was soft. They were immortal but the only thing that was harsh about them were the words they sometimes said in an argument but thankfully those didn't come as often.
Katherine put her hands on his chest and gripped at his jacket to pull him as close as he could get to her. She pulled slowly from the kiss and put her forehead against his, her lips near his and her breath hot against them. She was happy to know that he had got her letters, sometimes they were full of love, others she would just speak about nothing just to get her words out to him. To let him know what she was still here. When she had moved to London, it was the first thing she had told him. That she had moved to London or as it had been called King's Landing not that it looked like that now.
If she was being honest in the six years that she had been without him four of them were spent here and she did end up having some sort of lover. Although calling Adrian a lover when he slept with every woman in this place at least twice or even more was weird, more like they had been using each other for the sex. But Jon, god Jon was the man that she had been with for six centuries. Six centuries of moving from place to place just so that they could stay alive a little longer together. Jon was more than her lover, he was the only man she really trusted with her heart, the only man she trusted with her words and her secrets and everything else that she had given him.
A smile pulled at her lips and she moved her forehead from his before she pushed his coat off of his shoulders and let it fall to the ground before she found his lips were against hers and he was removing her coat too. The one thing she liked about the corsets was the fact that it pushed her breasts up and made them look amazing and sometimes she used them to get what she wanted when she needed something from someone. Human men were weak, a flash of a bit of skin on her chest and it would have them foaming at the mouth and bending over backwards to help out.
But right now the only eyes that she wanted to look at her was Jon.
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 12:15:15 GMT -7
With impatient hands and eager kisses, they fall together to make up for lost time. Even for them, six years is a long time to be separated, perhaps the longest in all the centuries they've been together. Between wars and arguments, troubles and peace, they've rarely drifted apart for long. Somehow, some way, they find themselves back together as if some magnetic pull drags them by their throats. And he's here now, here again in her arms, a place he does not wish to leave again any time soon.
They fall back apart later, their clothes strewn about the room, his skin still marked by the cold touch of her kisses. His heart thrums in his chest, lit by the eternal flame that turns his veins to fire, no longer dampened by the cold sea but warmed instead by the close press of her body against his. Slowly, the sounds of her panted breaths and the loud drumming of his pulse is replaced by the drifting resonance of the city lying outside her room. Jon pulls himself from her bed after a long moment, tugging back on his trousers and wandering towards the window, brushing aside the curtain with a finger to glance to the street below.
Though she lives in a more hidden part of the city, out of the eyes of the police or the easily-offended wealthy, it is still busy here. People wander back and forth through the rain that has lessened to a light sprinkle, their hats pulled down over their brows and their things tucked inside jackets. He watches for a moment, thinking of how little and how much this city has changed.
"Do you like it here?" He asks, breaking the quiet and glancing back towards Katherine in her bed.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 13:18:20 GMT -7
If that was how it was going to be then she would suggest Jon going away again for a while. She put her head back against the bed frame, her dark strands of hair falling about her face and she had one leg up arched at the knee and was covered with the sheet. Katherine watched him get out of bed, put his trousers back on and then move to the window. She pushed her dark hair back away from her face and knew she would have to pin it back once more but honestly at the moment she really didn't care. She was just happy for him to be back.
Katherine bit on her lip and watched as he looked out the window as if expecting the King's guards to roll up at the door, but that's not what they were called anymore. They were called police. They were still idiots, they still looked out for themselves so really nothing had changed. After a moment he asked if she liked it here, that was a question she hasn't been asked not by anyone not even Adrian or Edric but then again only one of those two really care. She slowly got out of bed, letting the sheet fall back onto the bed and pulled a gown around her and tied it up.
She moved over to where he was and put her arms around him from behind, she was still smaller than him so that meant her chin didn't come to the top of his shoulder but that didn't matter. Katherine kissed skin once and laid her hand gently against his belly before she said. "I don't like that everything has been wiped as if Westeros didn't exist... as if Winterfell didn't exist" she admitted and sighed softly. No one would remember Robb or anyone else apart from those that had been there at the time and even sadly to Katherine she couldn't quite remember the shade of blue that coloured Robb's eyes. It felt like he was slipping from her mind and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"But for now... it's home" she finally said.
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 13:50:11 GMT -7
Katherine comes to stand behind him, and as she wraps her arms to his front, hand settling on his stomach, he lets his own palm skim up her forearm, holding her there. Her words are honest. Sad. Echoing thoughts that he's had many times. But, truth be told, he does not miss Westeros. The continent itself was cursed, bound forever in the throes of death and despair, guided to its own ruin by a single damned chair. And Winterfell... He found himself missing Winterfell every day of his life and yet always running away from it. First to the Night's Watch, then to war after war after war. Even now, centuries later when the walls of his home have been torn down and replaced by new ones -- new castles, new names, new people -- rather than trying to cling onto some last sliver of what it once was, he ran to the sea.
Too afraid to face the ghosts he should be buried with.
He lets the curtain fall back into place.
"And the others?" He asks, turning his head to glance slightly towards Katherine, her chin resting on his shoulders. "Edric?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 14:05:26 GMT -7
He held her there and she closed her eyes. It might sound strange but she liked listening to his heart beating, his blood she couldn't taste it mostly because of the fact that it would burn her. But she liked listening to his heart. He asked about the others and she opened her eyes to see him glancing at him. He asked about Edric. "I've seen him, he lives here in London actually" she admitted with a nod.
"Although we mostly stay out of each other's way" even after six centuries they still didn't like each other, they still couldn't be in the same room without throwing glares at each other. In fact when they had come face to face when she first moved here she was sure that she heard him complain from her house. Other times she just chose not to even visit him. "And as you know Adrian is a floor underneath us with one of my girls but other than that we're all here and somewhat alright but what about you?"
Katherine wanted to know if he was alright, if he had finally wandered enough that he would find some peace but something inside told her that he was still looking for something but she didn't understand what that thing actually was. She worried about him sometimes, worried that he wasn't happy. Well who would be happy with knowing that they were immortal and now wouldn't die?
She leaned up and nuzzled her nose against his cheek, feeling the rough skin there. "What you looking for, my love?" she whispered to him.
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 14:27:58 GMT -7
Edric had become somewhat of an enigma over the last several hundred years. There, but always at a distance. For some time after Winterfell began to wither and fade, he disappeared entirely, vanishing deep into the woods. Fifty years passed before Jon saw him again, looking just as unchanged by the passage of time, though perhaps a little colder. Since then, he's resurfaced every once in a while, always somewhere different and yet never all too surprised to find Jon there too. Knowing that he's in London fills Jon with a strange feeling.
A sort of darkness follows them both, but in Edric it seems to thrive.
He shakes that thought away as Katherine mentions Adrian, a faint smile pulls at his lips. Seems as if the vampire lives in this brothel, then. Hardly a surprise.
Katherine nuzzles his cheek and whispers softly to him, asking a question that has far too complicated an answer. One that he's not entirely sure even he knows. But it's kept him restless for the last six centuries. Less like he's running away from something, and more like he's running towards. But he says none of that, a muscle jumping momentarily in his jaw. "Lunch," he says instead, knowing it is not the answer she is looking for. But perhaps it's better that way. "Some of us still have to eat." He adds on with a flicker of a smile.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 14:48:35 GMT -7
Katherine knew that wasn't what he was looking for but she did have to remember sometimes that two of them were vampires and the other two needed to eat. It was an easy thing to forget especially when he hadn't been around for six years but saying that they had been together for six centuries. "I thought you had already eaten" she whispered to him in a seductive way.
She gave him a grin before kissing his cheek and then slowly moving away from him and back to her bed. Katherine let her messy hair down and her dark curls falling around her shoulders and she looked in the mirror. Sometimes it was hard to not to wince in the mirror when she saw her appearance because sometimes it felt like she was losing her humanity, the more older she got, the more the years and centuries went it felt like she was getting further and further away from human and that might be way she surrounded herself with humans. Maybe that's why she surrounded herself with friends.
"I wasn't sure if you had been getting my letters but seeing as you are here I can see that you have" she glanced over her shoulder at him before moving around the bed and grabbing her clothes off the floor. She was going to have to see if Maria had managed to get Adrian out of the room that he was in, Katherine really was going to have to do something about him because he was taking all of her business.
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 15:05:12 GMT -7
She whispers in his ear -- a seductive, teasing breath -- and Jon gives a huff of a laugh, his smile twisting further on his lips. Her hands drift away from his stomach and chest as she leaves him at the window, turning instead towards her mirror and her clothes that had been haphazardly tossed aside in their haste to get each other in bed. He turns to watch her, pressing his bare back against the frame of the window, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I got them when and where I could," he admits. But that was not always an easy thing. In the few letters he was able to send back, scattered over the years, he tried to tell her which ports he'd find himself in next, which trading yards, which islands. But sometimes the sea had other plans, and blew them further north or east until they could make landfall. Other times, the Captain changed his mind on impulse, deciding upon a better buyer and a better deal for the goods they were carrying.
He's glad to be done with that.
"Only things that kept me sane, really." Jon tells her with a softening smile. He leans off of the wall to grab up his own shirt, tugging it back up his arms and buttoning it over his chest with deft fingers. Cuffing his sleeves, he grabs up his black vest next, tugging that on as well as he drifts back to the window to peer out once more over the city. It truly is dreary, for such a coveted place. "Is there a market nearby?" He asks, remembering very little of his journey finding this place other than wanting to get here and out of the rain.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 15:18:07 GMT -7
Katherine loved the sound of his laughs, it made him sound so beautiful yet there always seemed to be a tone to them that made him sound sad at the same time. It was hard to hear it sometimes when she wasn't sure he even heard the sadness. She wondered mostly if that was the reason why he had been at sea for over six years. They never lasted apart too long but six years was hard for her.
But he was here now.
She removed the gown and got dressed. The corset was the worst but she managed to get it done. Katherine wondered if there was going to be a time where they didn't wear them, she wasn't sure if it was going to be anytime soon. Jon spoke about her letters and she glanced over her shoulder at him, her dark curly hair flicking over her bare shoulder so that she could look at him.
"Well you didn't miss that much" she muttered even if there were letters that told him how much she missed him. Katherine wondered if he got those ones. But rather than ask she looked back at the mirror hearing him moving to the window after putting his shirt on.
"There is a little one up the street" she replied. "If you want we can go together or you can go on your own it's up to you" Katherine smiled at him through the mirror before grabbing her dress off the floor and slipping it open her head before saying "Can you do me up, lover" she teased softly at him.
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 15:39:18 GMT -7
He moves back to where she stands when she beckons him over to help, the smile remaining on his lips at being called lover. While not entirely wrong, it simplifies over six centuries of a relationship. Though perhaps that's why they find it so funny. Jon zips up the back of her dress, securing it tightly for her. He brushes her hair back into place down the length of her spine, but not before laying a kiss at the curve of her throat. "There you are, lover." He replies in a teasing murmur.
Jon pulls away to snatch his jacket up from the floor, pulling it over his shoulders and tugging onto the lapels to straighten it. He shoves his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it after Katherine's wandering hands mussed it, but in all his life it's only ever done what it wants to.
"I was going to go buy some lunch," he tells her as he steps towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder towards her. "You can come with if you want. Don't really know my way around this city yet," he admits. Despite having known this place long ago, despite recognizing some of the remnants of King's Landing built into the curve of the roads and the foundations of the buildings, it's as foreign to him as the deepest jungles of Africa.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 15:49:46 GMT -7
Katherine hears him walking over to her and then felt the zip go up her back, zipping everything in so that the dress was tight. It didn't affect her too much but she did wonder just how Maria had been able to wear something like this. He put her dark hair back against her spine and then kissed her throat. His hot lips on her skin made her tingle. It always did even though she was a vampire and had been one for six centuries. He still made that human feeling come to her every time he done something like that.
The one thing that Katherine did was look after her girls, there was no compulsion involved, they were free to go if they wanted too but most of the women stayed and of course their live in guest was always around up to something.
She grabbed her hat and gloves back off the dressing table and put both on before grabbing her coat once more. "Lunch it is" she said softly and smiled before walking out with him. They moved down the stairs and she knocked on the bedroom door where the pleasure had been taking place before "Adrian you better be up" she called to him before finishing up the rest of the stairs with Jon.
"Off out are we?" Maria said with a smile.
"Jon wants some lunch"
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 16:11:34 GMT -7
Jon follows Katherine towards the stairs, still feeling somewhat out of place in this brothel. He spent six years avoiding them, just to come home to one. In a way, it's funny. Katherine knocks loudly on the door they passed by earlier, shouting through it to her apparently constant guest, before they continue on to the ground floor. They barely reach the last step before Jon hears the door open behind them, and the light sound of footsteps.
"You really do ruin all the fun, you know that," a familiar voice calls down. Jon turns to glance back, catching sight of an equally dark haired man resting upon the banister. Adrian stands there in just his trousers, suspenders dangling at his sides, an apple clutched between his fingers. Since the days of Rohan, he's cut his hair shorter to match the times. But even still, curled strands find their way into his face as he looks down at them. He stills his chewing when his brown eyes find Jon, surprise bouncing his dark brows upwards. "Jesus Christ, is that you Snow?"
"Hello, Kili." Jon replies, cracking half a smile.
"I thought you'd been swallowed by the sea," Adrian snorts, a grin starting to tug at one corner of his mouth.
"Not yet."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 16:31:09 GMT -7
Katherine heard the door open and then the footsteps before Adrian's voice called down to them and she sighed before looking up at him "You're taking all of my business... In fact you should go home" she said and raised an eyebrow at him.
"He practically lives here" Maria said looking over at Katherine who had her eyes on Adrian who was eating the apple. At least he wasn't drinking the blood of her girls, she really didn't fancy cleaning that up. This was how they had managed to stay alive because they were in the shadows although being a Madam was probably not the best cover, it was the only thing she could really think of at the last minute ad actually it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.
"Well he then needs to get his own house" she mutters before shaking her head. Adrian then started talking to Jon, she knew that they didn't exactly get on but they had been all with each other for the last six centuries and then Adrian practically moved into her brothel because it was the only place he wanted to be. Tristan was right, his brother definitely liked the women and it was a different one each night and sometimes he went back to the others that he has been with for another one.
Of course he seemed to like Maria a lot for which she would roll her eyes but Katherine would always hear her giggling pleasurably. So while it might seem she was fed up with him that wasn't always the case.
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Post by Ray on Nov 30, 2017 17:03:08 GMT -7
Adrian rolls his eyes at Katherine and Maria's comments, taking another hefty bite of apple as a girl appears from behind him, still fluffing her hair, and hurries down the stairs with her eyes purposefully diverted. Jon glances after her, wondering just how often this occurs. And why any of them still feel compelled to sleep with him. Adrian is good-looking, a fact he clearly knows very well, and even though its been years since he picked up his sword or bow and ventured out into the wilderness, his chest and arms are still broad and defined with muscle. But Jon would think that after a few times of realizing this man has no intention of actually loving them, or paying for them he assumes, they would move on.
But then again, the girl did sound plenty happy earlier.
Jon shakes his head a little and looks up to Adrian.
"And here I was, thinking you were glad to have me around," he says, "What with Jon gone and Edric doing god knows what. I see how I am appreciated," he adds on with very clearly sarcastic insult, feigning a look of anguish as he stands straight. "Speaking of which, already leaving again?" He asks, dropping the act after only a moment, his eyes settling back on Jon.
"Lunch."
"I miss lunch." Adrian says wistfully.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 30, 2017 17:26:30 GMT -7
Katherine rolls her eyes when he pretty much says that he's been keeping Katherine company, a fact that she hasn't actually told Jon yet. She has been too happy to have him here and if she was honest he never asked if she had had anyone else while he was gone. The thought probably hurt him to think and that's why he never asked her. But then again between Adrian and herself it was only sex.
Even if we would end up with the other girls too. Something that Katherine really had to stop. Katherine watched Sarah hurry down the stairs and then off in the other direction. She didn't actually seem that surprised. Adrian only had to grin at them and they would fall into bed with him. Adrian asking Jon if he was off again actually made her shake her head and then he said about missing lunch. "I'm sure you miss second breakfast too" she said sarcastically and then looked over as Maria handed Katherine the umbrella that she should've taken with her before. "Thank you" she said with a warm smile before turning to look at Jon.
"Shall we go to lunch then?" she asked Jon and put her arm through his again. Of course Katherine wasn't going to be eating but if Jon was hungry then she would sit with him while he was eating.
"What about Mr Richards?" Maria asked remembering that Katherine had been on an errand when she had come back with the lovely Jon.
"Oh, I forgot about him" she said and then sighed under her breath. "Get a note to him and tell him that I will see him tomorrow"
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