katarinadvpont:
She watches and waits, curiosity creeping into her irritation expression as he continues to flip through channels. He passes news reports, sports broadcasts, and popular films all in quick succession until he lands on some Spanish television show. Confusion only briefly flickers within her gaze before she makes sure it’s disappeared. Piero doesn’t seem the type to be watching soap operas, but with the world that surrounds him now that’s different in every way from that of his home in Spain and Katarina’s own predominantly accent that is a blend of her own French-Italian heritage, he has to be picking this show for a reason. The blonde can only partially discern the words as she briefly watches, and when he states his choice in what to order, she only nods and grabs her phone, walking out of the living room to stroll through the corridors of the palazzo as she calls the nearest restaurant to place an order.
Pick a channel, pick something to eat, Katarina feels as though she’s been something like a drill sargeant, spitting out orders without any sense of patience. It isn’t as though she’s angry with him (not entirely, anyway) but the young man has simply come around on a bad day, and his mood seems to be as equally foul as hers. She can’t fix his mood, but she can certainly attempt to shove her attitude down long enough that they don’t explode at each other. Hopefully. Her grief and anger have been terrible to manage as of late.
“Probably, but there’s still time for you to make a change.” Her breezy response is made before she sits down on the other couch, twisting to grab a piece of wrapped chocolate from the candy dish before she tosses one at him. And then another. Kat refrains from throwing a third and instead keeps it for herself, dragging a throw blanket over her lap. “The food will be here in about ten minutes,” She informs him, unwrapping the chocolate while she speaks. “It’s already been paid for. Just answer the door.” As she crumples the foil and rolls it between her fingers, she fixes her gaze back on Piero, only half-trying to read his expression. If he wants to talk, he’ll talk. Kat just has to be here for it. “So, what’s the show about?”
what does it matter that he finds comfort in idle things that mean nothing ? it means that he is human at his very core. all too often, he pretends that he is not mortal, instead he is something inhuman. something more, something god-like. he thinks himself immovable by things of little consequence, things like feelings of sadness and of lust and other trivial emotions. but his glass facade breaks and has been for sometime. chips in glass spread and grow, spiderweb threads weaving through his skin and muscle and bone.
perhaps this spanish soap opera will finally shatter him completely.
the piece of candy lands on his lap. he shoots her a dirty look as the second piece lands. he’s still before his fingers finally move to unwrap it. he pops the chocolate in his mouth and the bittersweet chocolate melts slowly, coating his tongue with its hint of sweetness. she tells him he’ll answer the door when the food arrives and he gives a curt nod. he unwraps the second candy and brings it to his lips. he can’t say anything he will regret with the sweet in his mouth.
he isn’t quite paying enough attention towards the show, instead he was just letting the familiar words breeze through one ear and out the other, but when she asks, he lets his gaze fix on the tv’s screen, his eyes clouded vacancy dissipating. he exhales loudly, exasperatedly before he explains. “ the woman in red — the older one — she’s angry. her daughter was betrothed to a man who would have set their lives on an upward path. ” his lip curls. “ instead, the daughter has chosen love. “ he lets out a hollow laugh. the idea of it — throwing one’s life away for something as fleeting as love ? wasteful.
it should be noted that piero has never known love beyond that of his parents for him. he has never cast longing glances towards a pretty girl or boy, he has never felt carnally towards another. when would he have had the time ? between sparring practices and learning skills of diplomacy ? it didn’t work that way. when he was around children his age, they made it clear they didn’t like him. he made them nervous. he frightened them. and he relished in that. of course, a part of him now feels the slightest bit lonely, finally in an environment unquided and unmoderated by his parents. he doesn’t know who he should resent for having those feelings.
“ i can put on subtitles if it will help you. “ it’s mocking and harsh. he doesn’t mean it.
ten minutes passes and the food arrives. he makes silent work of opening the door and accepting the food. he hardly gives the deliverer a nod. he walks back into the living room and sets the pizza box on the table. he waits for kat to move towards it first. it’s only polite.














