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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Right. Of course. Got it.

[He doesn't ever quite understand that either, considering making her happy in turn makes him happy. Why the hell wouldn't he want to do that when it was simple for him to do so? Not to mention he's made it pretty clear he likes spending time with her.

He'll figure it out. Time to hit the books. Maybe ask around if he gets super desperate.]

I'm gonna go figure out how to put a drape on the mirrors now.

[He likes spending time with her in the Netflix and Chill sense. She's not asking for Netflix and Chill here Richie and she'd rather not try and do the date thing, if in reality you're like; 'why is this my life?!'

Meanwhile it's Kate asking herself exactly that as he suddenly decides that now is the time to figure out the drape mirror problem.

Sure.

Okay.

You do you Richie.]

Right. [As she shifts awkwardly, her hands moving from her hair to her hips then finally motion towards her room.] I'm going to... read or, you know.

[Not stand here awkwardly, basically.]

Okay.

[A beat.]

Did you want to do anything later? [Another beat.] Unrelated to the other thing we just talked about.

[Are they giving up the other stuff while he figures this shit out?]

[Sometimes Kate just forgets that when it comes to dating? She's the one who's more experienced at being in a relationship.]

Yeah. [A smile finally touching her lips as she makes the choice to push their mutual uncertainty away.] Movie night, or?

Yeah. [He smirks at her once she finally smiles.] I'll even let you pick what we watch.

[He probably hasn't offered that yet. Shhh.]

[That eyebrow raise suggests he definitely has not offered yet.]

Really?! [Look at you trying to win all the points, Richie.] Guess I better make sure its a good one. It might be a while before it happens again.

It's not my fault you have a lot of classics to get through.

[Look at him all full of himself now.]

Well, we can't all be born before the age of the internet.

[Two can play this game, Richie Gecko.]

Do you even know what dial-up sounds like? Now THAT shit was brutal.

[Let's not argue about age related things, kids.]

[See her 'idek what you're talking about 'face?]

I think that went out before I was born. [It was at least touch and go, she sure has no memory of it.

At least this is one of those rare occasions where she's perfectly happy to have fun with the fact that he's quite a bit older than her.]

It didn't start going out of business til around 2005.

[He gives her a look. Because that would mean she was like...an actual 12 year old. Or younger. Then he might really be in trouble.]

Google wasn't even around until right about then, either. How did we even fucking survive?

I was six. [Eyebrows raising, the slight hint of teasing in her voice as she finds herself being drawn across the room towards him.]

Oh, I don't know. Who needs Google when I have you? [But there's no trace of mocking in her voice, Kate with a look of adoration that suggests, she rather loves that he's this fount of random information.]

Sometimes particularly traumatic memories stick with us at that age. I think the screeching sound of dial-up internet might count.

[He starts to move to, helping her close the distance between them, his chin slowly lowering as he draws closer, watching her.]

You have a point. I might even be more reliable.

[Kate's expression because appropriately sympathetic, perhaps overly so even. Her lower lip jutting out and her hand coming to rest against his chest once she's standing right in front of him.]

That sounds like an ordeal. [Working hard not to laugh as a hand slips around his waist, her neck craning to keep looking into his eyes.

There's an adorably dorky comment about his interface being more pleasing to the eye but like Kate would think to go there.]

I might never go back.

I managed to survive somehow.

[Richie peers down at her, his grin widening across his face to the point where he almost looks like a different person.]

I always knew you were my biggest fan.

[He lifts a hand to brush through a lock of her hair, sliding it behind her ear before his fingers skirt down her jaw and settle below her chin, keeping it lifted as he bends at the waist and dips his head down to gently kiss her.]

[These are the kind of moments that are few and far between, the ones where Kate gets a glimpse of the person that Richie was always supposed to be. Not the one who carried the weight of what had happened with his father, of all the things that had been done to him and that he in turn had done. These are the kind of moments, that Kate found herself living for here in Wonderland, when everything else melted away and he'd smile like the world had never touched a single hair on his precious head.

That boyish grin sees her own smile widen, Kate's eyes shining brightly as she looks up at him and she can feel a gentle shiver run across her skin at the light brush of his fingers, her heart beating a little faster as he slowly draws her into a kiss.

Her eyes flutter closed, Kate leaning into it, her lips slowly puckering as they come together and she forgets for a moment what it feels like to breathe as her heart swells with emotion at the sweet brush of lips. The fierce look in his eyes when he thought something had happened to her, paired with the delicacy of this moment were at such odds in her mind she could scarcely equate them with the same person: Richie Gecko, the living, breathing, walking contradiction but for this moment at least? He was her contradiction.]

I am. [Those words barely more than a whisper against his lips.]

Edited 2017-01-30 05:51 (UTC)

[It's not the first time since getting here that Richie has been thankful that she was here. That he'd gotten this second chance to be there in a way he'd never been able to, to make sure that he didn't make the same mistakes. There had never been a death that he had carried with him like hers. He'd felt it the moment he'd had to leave her behind, laying next to the blood well as he raced away on a motorcycle.

He wasn't quite the same after that.

In some ways, he can't hate Wonderland. It had let her live again, even at the cost of other things he knew she desperately wanted. But the selfish part of him wanted her to eventually learn to leave those things behind, to stay with him.

Maybe, when someone figured out a way to get back, he could take her with him. He could fix things.

His hand slips from her chin, joined by the other as the dip down to the backs of her thighs, smoothly lifting her up off the ground and carrying her a short distance to the couch. He turns and sits, settling her in his lap before raising his hands back up to cradle her face between them, his lips never leaving hers.]

[Palm flat against his chest, her hand carves a path up his body, over one broad shoulder to brace against him as he gathers her up. All but oblivious to their movement, Kate remains wrapped up in the kiss, captured by the softness of his lips she's held firm against his hard, muscular frame.

Sinking down on the couch, she melts against Richie, legs parting automatically to straddle him as he draws her in close. The tender press of her lips holding something more than hunger; a depth of feeling that pours from her with every brush.

Strong, large hands capture her face, the swell of emotion causing her to shudder and Kate's arms curl into her body, fingers splaying as they rest against his chest. If she lives for his smiles, then she longs for this feeling; that of being safe and warm and wanted, the barriers lowering as his scent wraps around her and she opens herself up to him.]

[His thumbs drag over her cheeks, fingertips pressing gently into her hair as his head tilts, his lips gently parting her own so that he can taste her.

She's everywhere these days, her long hair brushing his face when they kiss, her scent lingering his pillows and sheets, remnants of her soul flashing through his mind when his fangs sink through her skin, the sound of her breath when she sleeps beside him.

He once said that feeling like you truly belonged felt like home. He's starting to think that maybe, in part, he'd meant her all along.

His hands lower from her face to wrap around her instead, one hand cradling the back of her head and neck, in a never-ended attempt to pull her closer, as if he could keep her forever if he just hung on hard enough.]

[Then her hands move up and over his shoulders, draping around him so there can be no space between them, Kate's fingers pushing up through his hair as her chest presses flush against his.

With a soft whimper, she breaks the kiss, warm breath fanning out across his face and maintaining their closeness, her hand sweeps down to remove his glasses, discarding them on the couch while never once breaking eye contact.

Rather than move in to kiss him again, she takes a moment to just lookk at him, her fingers trailing along his hairline as she falls into the intensity of his blue eyes. What she wouldn't have given to know what was going on behind that intelligent gaze, to have just a glimmer of insight into what he was feeling the way he could with her.

With another sweep of her hand, Kate exposes the long line of her neck, the healing little wounds that stand out against her milky white skin and she tilts her head by way of invitation, her fingers gently pressing against his scalp to show him this wasn't a simple offer, this was a want.]

[His eyes languidly open as she breaks away briefly, her breath brushing against his face as he blinks a few times through the haze that comes from letting himself drown in her.

The corner of his mouth perks up as she casually gets rid of his glasses, since they tend to stick around only if this isn't going to last awhile.

Things he is 100% okay with.

Her eyes seem to flick back and forth as they search his, and his follow along, their thoughts seemingly running along the same path. Funny, then, that she thinks she can't see into what he's thinking, because as she brushes aside her hair and offers herself to him, he almost wonders if she really can read his mind.

His eye focus on hers as her fingers press into the back of his head, urging him onward, a sign that she enjoys it as much as he does, and that makes him want it all the more, his eyes flicking to slit gold in an instant as they continue to meet her gaze before they finally drop to the pinpricks decorating her throat.

He breathes a little heavier in her arms, the way he tends to when his body knows that what he craves is coming, and for once he doesn't even particularly try to hide his transformation. If she wants this, then she truly isn't afraid, and perhaps she can appreciate him despite the temporary monstrous features, the way he's gentle despite his dangerous appearance. Fangs descend and his forehead is delicately decorated in scales as he lowers his face to her skin, carefully slipping his fangs through the same two wounds he's already created.

He doesn't need to mark her more than he already has.

His hand smooths through her hair before his arm cradles the side of her head, his fangs slipping free once their job is finished, though she would still feel them skimming along her skin as she feels the gentle and slow pull of his mouth as he takes what he so desperately needs.]

[She feels rather than sees him shift, Kate's eyes fluttering closed and as if she can control what it is that he sees when he looks into her soul, Kate summons up every image of him that she can find in her memory, focusing on their time spent together in Wonderland.

With the flood of images comes the emotion attached to those memories, the feeling of safety and warmth. The thrill of excitement, the overwhelming nerves. The undeniable attraction she feels anytime he was near; one that has been there from the moment they first met, even in times when she should have felt otherwise.

The puncture of skin sees her gasp, her fingers pressing into his scalp but her whole body relaxes against him as he withdraws his fangs, a moan summoned from deep inside of her as he pulls against the small wound on her neck.

Kate presses into him, hips firm against his, her heart hammering harder as she too gets lost in the emotion of those memories, becoming all but overwhelmed by the depth of feeling that rises up inside of her, surprising even her with its intensity.]

[Her emotions hit him like a freight train, something he both cannot and would not want to look away from. For a moment he can't actually see anything, his visible sight blacking out as her memories flash through his mind, hazy but real, and he realizes that she's done this on purpose.

Despite everything he has and hasn't done, this is how she sees him. Not a Culebra. Not Seth's brother. Not a wackjob. She sees him.

And she always has.

He'd hear her hiss deeply in her ear, though it sounds about as content and blissful as a hiss can sound, before he pulls back slightly to watch for a moment as her blood beads on her skin, his tongue extending to taste her more sensuously before his mouth recovers the wound so that he can fall back into her thoughts, the way she feels about him.

When he finally pulls away again, his chest is still heaving with quick and heavy breaths, clearly affected by what's just passed between them, and with the intensity of his emotional response, his face stays briefly changed, unable to quite put it away in his heightened state.]

Kate...

[Memories weave through with her desire at the sensation of his mouth on her neck, Kate left compromised by the flood of feeling that rocks through her body; the steady hum of want and need and him as she clings to Richie. In trying to offer him something, she opens herself up in kind, Kate starting to see just how much he'd come to mean to her in the weeks and months that they'd been here together.

She groans as he pulls away, eyes half lidded and hazy with longing as she struggles to focus on his face, Kate not immediately registering the aspect of the snake despite looking right at him. All she sees is Richie, the emotion that ripples his features as his eyes burn into hers and it's only the difference in them that makes her realize he was still half transformed.

Without a word, a tentative hand comes up to brush fingers along his forehead, the scaled skin that feels both warm and inhuman despite the very human feelings that come off him in waves. She's never looked at a Culebra without the underlying fear for her safety, but looking at Richie now? The only danger he posed to her was rendering her so completely gone that she might never find herself again.

Her gaze rakes over every transformed inch of him, the colors that bloom across his forehead and temple and she's struck by how beautiful he looks, the bold patterns and warm colors that she's never been able to appreciate before now. She had no doubt he could look terrifying, had caught small glimpses of it already but as open and vulnerable as he was right now, she stood by her words to Klaus. He was not, a monster.

Her eyes dip to his mouth, the fangs that stand long and deadly, able to strike at any moment but she doesn't draw away, doesn't recoil, instead allows her fingers to trace a path along his brow, around and across his cheekbone, gently tracing the line of his lower lip before she looks into his eyes once more.]

Did you? [See. Voice barely more than a whisper.]

[The moments her hand touches his face, he seems to start to relax, those scales lightly showing on his forehead starting to slowly melt back into his skin. Her eyes do their journey across his face as his breaths become longer and spaced apart, not quite galloping at the intense speed from before. As her fingers trace across his bottom lip, his mouth closes, fangs concealed when his lips part again, and as she looks back into his eyes, the blink once, and are blue again.]

Yeah. [The deep huskiness of his voice says loud and clear that he knows what she's talking about.] I wish you could, too.

[His tongue wets his lips, making sure they're clean, before he swallows one more time, her heavy emotions still mingling with his own in his head, the experience dizzying.]

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