Catherine isn’t in Mystic Falls anymore, by the way, so if you interact with her, your character will most likely be in New York City. :o

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[ And it would seem that despite her long absence, John Wolf would be one that she hadn’t forgotten about. ]

Yo, what’s up. This chick is now active again.

wecomefrom—withinx:

_{The way you speak makes me feel like we’re a middle-aged, mundane human couple.}

               _{[ His voice is barely above a murmur as he busies himself by playing with the collar of her shirt, gently running his finger tips underneath the cloth and against her skin. ]}

_{We can… Go to the club and grab a drink or several.} 

_{That is if someone would like to forget about working for tonight—For just a night. I’m sure that there’s more than enough coverage.}

[ The stroke of his digits, albeit simple, encouraged a slight crease to appear in her cheek. The urge to smirk was there, though as she fought it back, the blonde glanced downward. As she eyed his fingers mischievously, her attempt at hiding contentment failed miserably as her defenses weakened and the decision to give in was there as he hoped. ]

                    “Fine. A drink, or several.”

[ There was a point made here and the the truth of the matter was, being a vampire provided the opportunity to live life as you always wanted — stress free, care free, work free — however, this wouldn’t be the case for her. Why? Because despite the vampire not having a need to work, the desire was there. Not to mention, this club was her baby after all. ]

[ Club Lamia — translation, Club Vampire; a place she loved more than anything. ]

                    “And since you want to so bad, we will leave and someone will show you that she can do other things than act like a lowly human.”

[ She didn’t mimic his actions, not this time, however that wouldn’t stop her from adjusting herself a bit more comfortably (or uncomfortably) as she turned just enough to straddle him — letting her legs hang over the arms of the chair. ]

                   ”Good enough for you?”

[ Catherine inquired, her tone low and somewhat smoky. ]

wecomefrom—withinx:

                _{Mmm, with age comes experience. Experience that you happen to appreciate.} 

_{[ He chuckles softly and lets the manuscript slip from his hands and fall onto the desk. ]}

               _{You know I don’t care about that—Age, at this point is nothing but a number. There’s little children at age five who understand these things better than I can and I lived through it.}

_{[ Shifting, he steps around, turning to face her. The frustration of coming up with nothing only makes him bored.}]

           _{Lets do something. Go out for the night.}

[ Catherine moved just a little as he swirled around to face her. ]

                  I wouldn’t go that far. Because let’s been honest —

[ As she continues on, she whispers, though before his hearing, it’s well known that he could hear it as if it were a normal tone. ]

                  Kids these days aren’t that smart.

[ It was the truth. The harsh truth, but they both knew it. ]

                 Go out?

[ Catherine finally sits down on his lap. With an attempt to make herself comfortable, she nudges bottom against him. Knowing that this would be misconstrued as an attempt to arouse him, she continues speaking to divert his attention elsewhere. ]

                And ignore the fact that one of us has to go in and work tonight?

[ Both eyebrows quirked upward. ]

wecomefrom—withinx:

_{[  Holding up the manuscript just enough so she could see what was on it, he shrugs. He’s not one for hiding things from her, anyway. Back arching slightly into the feel of her hands, his head turns to the side, quirking an eyebrow. ]}

             _{If you can make better sense of it than me, sure. These are written down entries of ‘unnatural’ sightings dating back roughly over 3000 years. My plan was to get my money and my blood’s worth out of this but seems as though there’s only useless—to me—information in it.}

_{[ He’ll put it to rest for now. 3000 years without answers to what he is and how he came to be don’t need to be answered just this second. ]}

[ His age — though it was previously introduced and not something that was hidden from her, it was still somewhat of a shock when she heard. So much so, that she mimicked his actions and arched her eyebrow. As he turns his head to the side, she leans forward slightly and tilts her head just enough to face him. ]

           Sometimes I forget what an old man you are.

[ Keeping herself within his personal space, a smile nudges at her lips. ]

           I almost want to say yeah, I will help you — but I don’t want to embarrass myself when I realize I have no idea what any of this…

[ For a second, she glances towards the manuscript, then back to him. ]

           …means. Because let’s remember, I’m still a baby.

[ Well, compared to him she was. ]

wecomefrom—withinx:

          _‘Mmph.’ 

_{[ He turns from the ‘book’ he was engrossed in, gaze settling on the other. ]}

          _{Reading something. Some tomes actually.}

[ For a moment, as she sat silently against the arm of the chair that he currently occupied, Catherine tilted her head and eyed the manuscript. ]

            Hm.

[ She hums thoughtfully, albeit uncaring before standing and bringing her frame to stand behind his. Giving yet another once over of the written words, the blonde leans forward as her hands guide themselves in a downward motion and halting at his abdomen. ]

           Do I even want to know what this? Or what it’s about?