entrancelogs | ❝ Do you ever feel like your life and everything in it...❞

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❝ Do you ever feel like your life and everything in it...❞

Who: Kate Fuller & You (Yeah and maybe Richie Gecko okay. This could happen)
Where: Various Locations in Wonderland
When: Early to Mid January.
Rating: PG+ to NSFW.
Summary: Kate settles into Wonderland
The Story: ❝...is just slowly turning upside down, like a ship flipping over in the ocean?❞

ɴ.ʙ I welcome threadjacking from anyone (tagging into ongoing threads to have more than 2 characters in it). That said, if you'd prefer the thread to only be with Kate, just put [closed] in the subject line! Prose or Action is good with me, I'll match whatever I get.

[ Despite her appearance with Richie at the New Years Eve Ball, Kate's presence in the Mansion is not easily noticed as January rolls around. She keeps to her room on the tenth floor, getting out only when the walls feel like their closing in on her. If encountered during the day, you can be fairly certain that Kate will be alone but as the sun goes down, there's every chance you'll find any conversation you might have with her, interrupted by a tall man with glasses who if you think is sizing you up, undoubtedly is. ]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴇʟ

[ The house of God had once been a place where Kate felt welcomed with open arms, a sanctuary that wrapped her in peace and warmth in a way that even her home could not. It was one of the few places where she had the certainty of belonging that so few ever found in life and she'd thought it would always be that for her, no matter where her life took her. Now? She wasn't so sure.

It had been many months since Kate had stepped foot in a Chapel and though Richie had shown her the one here in Wonderland as a way of putting her at ease, she already wondered if it existed to torment her more than comfort her. Kate had never wavered in her beliefs, despite all she'd seen and experienced this last year. She'd held firm to the knowledge that God loved her because as far as she was concerned, God was love but having time to stop and think about every choice she'd made, Kate could feel the weight of every one of those decisions whenever she stepped foot inside the chapel.

While she doesn't spend hours on end here, Kate can still be found in the Chapel at various times throughout the day, usually when there doesn't appear to be anyone else around. Always tucked into one of the pews at the back, as if she weren't sure she should really be here at all. ]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ

[ While some people took to the magic of Wonderland; the ease and comfort it afforded those who lived here, Kate found it difficult to trust anything that could be achieved without effort. She'd tried eating in the dining room where most people took their meals but these attempts usually ended with her being more hungry than satisfied and she always ended up retreating to the kitchen where she could fix her own meal.

She was hardly what you'd call a gourmet cook, but Kate had always helped her mother in the kitchen and she'd in many ways taken on the role of caretaker in the time since her mother's death. It wasn't like her father had been in a state to do so and Scott? It was a miracle if Kate could get him to set the table.

Used to cooking for two or more, Kate will be prone to making too much and never one to see food go to waste, anyone who happens into the kitchen while she's here will be offered some of whatever she's making. Those who happen to frequent the kitchen might even realize that she's the one responsible for the plates of food that have handwritten notes beneath them, inviting anyone to take it for themselves. ]

ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ

[ When you spend your whole life in the small town of Bethel, Texas, a place that despite the bitter cold that came during Winter, had never seen an inch of snow in the time Kate had lived there, the Winter Wonderland that existed beyond the Mansion walls had its own kind of appeal.

Some days, Kate would be content to sit by a window, a cup of hot chocolate warming her hands as she watched the flurries of snow, dance through the air. On days when the weather was mild enough to dare venture out, however, Kate would don multiple layers of clothing and would brave the biting cold just to experience what for her, was more magical than anything she'd seen inside the mansion.]

ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ

[ Set something up yourself! Kate will explore the various parts of the Mansion so it won't be inconceivable that you'd come across her almost anywhere. She will also be curious about the mirror side of Wonderland so Mirrors! are more than welcome to tag her as well. Alternatively, if you want to hash an idea out with me, you're welcome to PM her journal or hit me up on plurk:

brooklyn2181]

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[Almost stupidly, Kate opens her mouth to say that it's always been intense, but again she stops, the revelation that comes one that she hadn't been expecting.

It had never just been a food thing with her, it had always been more.]

You can... tell that just from biting me? [Assuming a little too much, that he could feel it in her blood and not the obvious: Her physical response.

She hadn't denied it though, it did hurt on her wrist but she'd always felt like biting her neck would be crossing some line of intimacy... she supposed that had been well and truly crossed after today.]

[No, Kate. When it's just for food he finds some asshole and tears their throat out. Clearly, it's not just about that.

But he'll keep that bit to himself.]

No, I can tell because of simple anatomy. Wrists are full of tendons. The skin is taught. Plus you always make that noise.

[She can't... really argue with his logic because it's solid, but she does lift her head from his chest so that she can meet his gaze, Kate's eyes narrowing for the rest of it.]

What noise? [Because she thinks she's really good at covering it.]

You suck air through your teeth to try and hide it.

[She actually is somewhat decent at it, really. But he's more aware of little things like that than most people.]

But I can tell.

[She looks like the naughty child who's just been caught in the act, a half grimace of a smile touching her lips.

She supposes if anything, she was just grateful to him for not calling her on it before now. She'd been determined to show him that she could take it, and he'd let her, even knowing it was an act.]

I just thought... it might be... [Her lips purse together, eyebrows raising as if asking him not to make her spell it out.]

I think we're past all that, don't you?

[He might be making a wild assumption, but he thinks he knows where she's going with that, considering this line of questioning.]

It's also harder to hide, but I don't think that's gonna be an issue around here. There's all sorts of crazy shit going on already. No one's gonna bat an eye.

[If she'd felt at all lie he was pressuring her in or trying to talk her into something that she wasn't uncomfortable with, Kate would have likely lifted her knee and been off of him before he could curl into a ball.

She knew Richie, though. Well enough these days at least to know how he works. He was laying out the facts, the good, the bad and the ugly and leaving the rest up to her.]

Well, now I do. [She still wasn't sure how she felt about other people seeing it, but she relaxes against him again, her head back on his chest, face tilted towards his own neck so that her warm breath fanned out across his exposed skin.] Would it be easier for you or, better that way?

[The corners of his mouth turn down as if he's shrugging his shoulders, only without the actual motion, his hand returning back to her hair so that he can drag his fingers back through the strands.]

A little faster, maybe, but as far as mechanics go? It doesn't really matter to me.

[He looks back down at her, at her lips as they breathe out heat against his throat.]

You're the one giving something up. It'd be your call even if it did make a difference.

And how you feel can't play a part in how I choose? [Because of course, Kate would want to take his wants into account.

He could beg her, though, and she still wouldn't do it if she wasn't on board but that didn't mean she didn't want to take his feelings into account.]

Besides, it's not like that. I'm not givin' anything up. [She actually saw it as the opposite of that; She was gaining peace of mind for so many reasons.]

[His lips press together, because he definitely doesn't agree with that statement at all. She's risking her health in small ways, she has to take care of herself more closely to make sure she isn't getting fatigued from blood loss, she's giving him peace of mind, that even if the closets were to turn on them, he wouldn't starve or have to go after innocent people and put himself at risk for retaliation.

He could handle all of that, but this is a hell of a lot easier.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, too.

Richie is quiet for a while as he watches her, the words sticking in his throat, because he knows it'll affect her decision. But she also wants the truth, and Richie isn't notorious for lying.]

I don't like hurting you.

[His words take a moment to fully register, their effect on her profound. A rush of emotion causes her chest to swell, Kate closing her eyes as she allows it to roll through her, then stretching, she presses her lips against the base of his throat.

He's right. It does affect her decision because he's said the one thing that makes deciding easy.]

No more wrist. [Resolute. She wasn't about to allow her own vanity and uncertainty about others seeing that he was taking her blood to ever put him in a position of hurting her against his will. He'd already dealt with too much of that after what had happened leading up to Mexico, she wasn't about to be another person who would put him through that.]

[He doesn't even have time to analyze her expression before she's pressing her mouth against his skin in an all too poignant place considering the topic of conversation. Richie's eyes slide closed, his head turning to the side as he exhales a long breath.]

Kate...

[Speaking of crossing lines, that's another one as far as he's concerned, his arms ceasing whatever they're doing so the can wrap around her body, hugging her closer to him.]

[ As uncertain she was when it came to being intimate, the rush of warmth that goes through her, the feeling of security that she gets from being wrapped up with him, almost makes her forget why.

Not entirely aware of the effect she's having on him, Kate doesn't stop with a simple kiss. Her body shifts against his, wanting to be closer as her fingers push up through the back if his hair, and she breathes him in, letting his scent wrap around her as she presses another kiss to his neck.

It's followed by another, another and another as she trails a line of them up towards his ear, Kate caught between wanting to offer him comfort and reassurance, and if she were honest? That and simply wanting him.]

It's what I want... [I mean. She's talking about the whole, 'no more wrist' thing here but given her actions? That's not... really clear.]

[His grip on her tightens, fingers pressing into her flesh where they grab at her curves to keep her close to him, a low hum rumbling in his chest that would vibrate itself into hers.

His eyes languidly open, catching a glimpse of the side of her face out of the corner of his eye as she her lips travel down the path she's set.]

I'm not complaining.

[He shifts slightly as he tries to turn slowly towards her, which would effectively start to push her spine into the back of the couch. His leg bends slightly between hers in a never-ending attempt to find further comfort in her closeness, as if doing so will physically solidify the connection he's felt strengthen between them over the course of the evening.]

[She feels the flood of adrenalin as his grip on her tightens, a low, longing whimper sounding against his ear and her legs part automatically as his, shifts between her thighs, Kate becoming entangled with him, caught between his body and the couch as she is.

It's hard to ignore that tremor of panic as things physically intensify but she longs for the closeness, her leg draping over his, want able to shout down any uncertainty for now.]

Richie... [Far from the protest he'd heard in the snow, Kate's arm moves around his body, the desperate need coming off of her in waves as a soft groan vibrates against his skin.]

[It feels like she's melting into him, and he buries his eyes in the crook of her neck, hiding briefly in her warmth.

Her voice vibrates across his ear, an almost desperate noise, speeding up the beating of his heart in his chest. Heat blooms in his abdomen, races through his veins, and he feels himself shudder softly in her arms, as her legs drapes further over his. In answer, his hand runs over her hip and down the outer curve of her thigh, pulling on it gently so he can hook her leg completely over him.

That task done, his hand lifts back up, following the edge of her body back up to her face where his fingers thread into her head, the tips of them running over her scalp, thumb resting against her cheekbone.]

Don't leave.

[The word comes out almost as a whisper, because while she isn't protesting, he seems almost afraid that it won't matter, that she'll fade away if he doesn't hang on tight enough.

Everything else in his life has seemed to at one time or another. Even her.]

Edited (dialogue decisions are hard.) 2017-01-22 04:50 (UTC)

[While the intensity between them vibrates with a mutual desire, the intimacy doesn't feel entirely sexual in nature; want of pleasure, physical attraction playing little part in this tangle of limbs as they cling to one another.

His words echo her own from before, the ache that sits in her chest intensified by their shared loss and Kate's leg hugs his body tighter, the press of her heel a steady reminder that she is here and this is real.]

I won't. [Her lips press against his skin below his ear, hot breath warming them in the cage of limbs they've created]

I promise. [And she knows this place could make a liar out of her someday, but even if she can only guarantee today, she has no intention of breaking it.] I promise.

[Not so long ago, he remembers a moment when she did leave. When she wished a horrible fate on him only to leave forever, deciding that death was better than taking the life he offered her.

So to hear her promise now, even if he knows she may not be able to keep it, he knows that she'll do it so long as it's within her power, and that's enough.

He might never realize it or admit it to himself, but he's terrible at functioning alone. Given enough time, he would steer off that path and cross forbidden lines and become someone he didn't want to be. With Uncle Eddie gone and Seth not here, the only person that might have a chance of keeping him in line was Kate.

Perhaps he knows that unconsciously.

He sighs into her collarbone, his hold on her calming but not letting go as he pulls his head away from her skin to meet her eyes again. Richie searches them for a moment, taking in the details of her face, the sparks of color in her eyes, before it draws him in like a magnet, his mouth pressing gently against hers.]

[That sigh makes her body quake, the relief he feels palpable as all those ties they'd had to other people, the ones that had been cut away by rejection and betrayal, start attaching to each other, creating new connections, tenuous though they may be, but more real than anything either had felt for some time.

Light trickles through the darkness created by their press of bodies, Kate watching him, as he drinks her in and her eyes flutter closed before he even moves to kiss her, head tilting as if to welcome him.

Her body arches, a gentle pressure against his as if eager to maintain the closeness between them and Kate kisses him back, soft and sweet, pulling back only barely to drink in his features.

Her fingers press into the contoured lines of his back, Kate's chest swelling with the emotion that starts to pool there and a smile, so slight it barely requires notice, graces her lips before she leans in to kiss him again.

The tender press carries with it a certainty that she feels and she sinks into it now, her lips parting against his as emotion spills over in a soft, whimpered moan that's smothered by his mouth.]

[When she pulls back slightly, for a moment he thinks that maybe he's done something wrong despite her initial reaction, but that thought is quickly dispelled by the look that graces her face, her lips pulling up ever so slightly, before she leans in to mimic the movement he made moments before.

He doesn't sense any doubt in the touch of her mouth, nor does he feel anything heavy or foreboding in his chest as she leans into him, and his head tilts to the side to deepen the kiss, exchanging breath with her as she makes a soft sound against his lips. The grip of his fingers in her hair tighten in response to her, each new gesture or touch a simple attempt at discovering what it is she wants from him.

Usually, he's the one being led when it came to this kind of thing. He's not used to taking the lead, though he's certainly willing to try.

First order of business, however, is for him to take the hand not busy in her hair and lift it to his face so he can pull his glasses off sideways before he ends up hitting her in the face with them, and he casually tosses them aside on the floor before his hand settles on her hip, fingers splayed across her jeans.]

[Another happy, muffled sound of pleasure becomes swallowed by his mouth, her at first, almost tentative responses growing with confidence with every second that passes.

For him to try and figure out what she wants, would border on impossible. Kate doesn't know anything beyond each second that she spends wrapped up in him, living completely in the here and now as his touch serves to both excite and reassure her.

The hand that's trapped between her body and the back of the couch, squirms its way up his chest, her fingers pressing into him through the thin material of his shirt.

She's heard people talk about getting butterflies and had always thought it was just something you say, a girlish flourish to describe the contentment felt when in the company of somebody you liked.

The swarm that takes flight as he deepens the kiss makes all those stories make sense, the pressure of her mouth increasing as her tongue tentatively teases at his lower lip.]

[He would have been perfectly content to lazily lay here and kiss her all evening, but the way she responds to each press of his mouth and touch of his fingers makes his own desire rise up in his chest. Seeing as he's having difficulty getting a sense of where exactly she wants all of this to go, he casually allows her to set the pace, responding instead of inciting, patient enough to let her take her time.

He's certainly not in any hurry.

His chest presses towards her fingers as they try to grasp at him. His tongue reaches out to brush against hers, and the moment hers withdraws any amount of space, he's grasping at her lower lip in return with a teasing drag of his teeth.

His blunt ones, of course.]

[The first brush of his tongue sends a crackle of electricity through her body, a tiny gasp that steals the air from his lungs, accompanying this dance of theirs.

His teeth capture her lip and she drags in a ragged breath, Kate's body arching into his as he pulls a shuddering groan from deep inside of her. With half-lidded eyes, she catches sight of that desire, Kate gently pulling her lip free and allowing herself another moment to drink him in.

It's the first time she can recall seeing him without glasses, at least the real version of him and her eyes dart from side to side, taking in the difference. The nervous energy sits at a low hum that vibrates beneath her skin, Kate's heart thumping fast yet steady in her chest as she traces the arch of his brow, the slope of his nose, the line and curve of his mouth.

Hazel eyes flick up towards his once more, her fingers pressing harder against his chest and he'd see the longing there, the attraction she feels shining back at him before her mouth is covering his again.]

[His expression is calm and patient as she pulls back, watching her carefully as she seems to take in every detail of his face, and he feels strangely vulnerable in that moment.

He's said before that she looks at him in a way that other people don't, and that's exemplified here. This is that thing he wanted from Santanico that he could never seem to get, the piece that was missing. He wasn't useful to Kate, he wasn't convenient. If anything, sometimes he could be anything but, and yet she still wanted him here. Even needed him, maybe.

And then her fingers are pressing into his chest, hard enough that he can even feel her nails, and as she leans in he pretty much takes that as a...green light.

A low sound rumbles in the back of his throat as his hands grow more daring, the one above her moving to her waist, his hand slipping under the fabric of her shirt to lay against her skin.]

[But she did need him, perhaps more than he or even she really knew. She needed him in a way she'd scarcely allowed herself to need anyone before, in a way she never knew a person possibly could.

He helped to fill the holes that had been left inside of her, all the spaces that used to be occupied by other people. The pieces of her that turned to ash and dust when she lost her parents, that were sliced away as Scott and Seth turned away from her. He pulled her close, he clung to her, he seemed to want and need her in a way that nobody else had and while she didn't thin she'd ever feel whole again, being with him made her feel like she could actually feel something again, something good at least.

There's a hunger in the kiss now, an almost desperate, aching need behind the press of their lips and she grows more confident in her own way, no longer hesitating as her tongue moves forward to dance with his.

He'd feel her heart skip and set to racing as his fingers brush against her skin, the crackle of nervous energy threatening to intensify as he teases at wanting more. There's comfort in his touch, though, the intoxicating feel of skin against skin and rather than pull away, she falls into the high of this sensory assault, a low moan vibrating against his lips.]

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