Fashion & Forging

Well, hello there! My name is Katya Jordans, weapons collector, weapons expert and federally licensed arms dealer. I own a shop in Westlore, so if you have any interest please stop by! I also run a fashion blog. Who says you can't have it all? ~~closed:...

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Oh I sense we’re heading into some very cliché waters here,” Katya teased as he told her the statistic. It rang true to her, something she would have picked up in a magazine or a web article. It also rang familiar.

“Is this the part where you point out my blown pupils, or the way I recross my legs, maybe perhaps the fact that I’m leaning in closer to tell me I’m nonverbally communicating my sexual desire for you?”

She tilted her head at him and smiled, “cause that’d be awfully disappointing. I am just starting to have fun, do try not to ruin it.”

[professionalpersona]

Zeke actually laughed; throwing his head back and everything. So quick witted. Katya Jordans was something else. 

“What was it that you said? ‘Is that not how most people find out if others are into them anyway’?” Zeke repeated innocently– feeling mischievous. 

“I would hate to be a disappointment, Jordans,” Zeke supplied while he waved down the bartender for more drinks, “I was just getting started.”

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Hmm, touché,” Katya awarded him the credit he received for turning her own words into his own ammunition. She did so appreciate when people could keep up with her. It was made all the better knowing that he was human. She wondered how long he could hold out (in more aspects than one).

She smirked as he called for more drinks, “I’m glad to hear that. A girl can get discouraged when she’s not asked about herself. Or is it that you feel you know everything you need to already?”

Katya teased him, but her words were tinged with the truth of how common an occurrence that seemed to be. Not only for her, but for most women. The difference was Katya usually looked for casual and there was plenty of men around that wanted the same thing. It was different with women, much more difficult to have casual sex with them. 

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

Huffing out a laugh, Zeke traced the glass with his finger. “Makes it all the more interesting,” Zeke said nonchalantly.   

What Katya said was true. He really didn’t go down the route he’s taking when he’s flirting. Katya just brought that out of him.

Most of the time, yeah,” Zeke agreed, a smile slowly creeping on his face, “people also take account to body language. About fifty-five percent of communication is through physical behavior.”  

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Oh I sense we’re heading into some very cliché waters here,” Katya teased as he told her the statistic. It rang true to her, something she would have picked up in a magazine or a web article. It also rang familiar.

“Is this the part where you point out my blown pupils, or the way I recross my legs, maybe perhaps the fact that I’m leaning in closer to tell me I’m nonverbally communicating my sexual desire for you?”

She tilted her head at him and smiled, “cause that’d be awfully disappointing. I am just starting to have fun, do try not to ruin it.”

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Flicker Cane

Culture: English or Irish

Measurements: overall length 36 inches (91.44cm)

A quick “flick” of the wrist reveals a stiletto blade hidden inside the walking stick. The blade is disguised within the foot-shaped handle, protruding from the heel of the foot when engaged.

Source: Copyright © 2016 M.S. Rau Antiques

[kingofthelibrary]

is nathan a good kisser? ;)

…

So what if he is? We kissed like two times, doesn’t mean I know how well he is or how much I want to try again for research.

[silkwieldingsteel]

GASP!! Vincent, why?!

[kingofthelibrary]

I couldn’t help it! A-At least the first time. The second time…

[silkwieldingsteel]

You've tainted yourself.

[kingofthelibrary]

is nathan a good kisser? ;)

…

So what if he is? We kissed like two times, doesn’t mean I know how well he is or how much I want to try again for research.

[silkwieldingsteel]

GASP!! Vincent, why?!

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

Zeke made an agreeing noise and pointed to her whilst holding his glass, “Exactly.”

“There’s such a thing as being both street smart and book smart,” Zeke told her with mirth.

“Not really since psychoanalysis is mostly an investigation of the conscious and unconscious mind,” Zeke explained almost automatically. People have used the term slightly out of context, but it was mostly what people think it is. “talking out your feelings, interpreting dreams, figuring out the root of your negative thoughts, etc.”

“Besides, do you know how exhausting it would be if I have analysis every single word just to find out it someone is into me?” He made a show of exhaling and taking a drink.

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Very rarely in my experience,” Katya countered before another sip of her drink. She’d been alive since the 9th century, so she had a lot of experience already. A man that was anything smart was rare enough.

But Zeke wasn’t bluffing. He definitely sounded like he knew his stuff. 

“Bit too deep for the first date,” she remarked with a grin before she laughed.

“Is that not how most people find out if others are into them anyways?”

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

“The key is confidence,” Zeke explained to her as if he was revealing a secret. “People find it sexy and who doesn’t like being complimented?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Zeke leaned his head in a little closer, “I’ve relied on the stars for so long. It seems rude to just through it all the way.” 

In his experience, the best way to tell a lie is the truth. “Psychology,” Zeke answered smoothly. He was not going to outright say that he was an immortal hunter. That would be stupid. Plus it never works (he’s tried). “I really wanted to pick at people’s brain.”

[silkwieldingsteel]

He wasn’t wrong. Confidence was absurdly sexy, and most loved compliments. The moment it started to sound insincere, however, was the moment everything went to shit. Hopefully that wouldn’t be the issue here.

“And you wouldn’t want to be rude,” she teased.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise, “really?”

Katya set her drink down and grinned, “I wouldn’t have taken you for the scholarly type. Is your flirting just a whole bunch of psychoanalysis then?”

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Knife with Flintlock Pistol

Dated: 20th century

Culture: German

Measurements: overall length 23.5 cm

Made in the style of the 18th century the knife features an iron blade and gilt brass grips engraved with floral motifs. The hammer, spring and trigger are all made of iron.  

Source: Copyright © 2016 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

“I should have studied to be an astronomer then. At least I would be able to properly observe you and your wonder,” Zeke declared confidently, even if the line was cheesy. It was too good to pass up.

Her description of herself was not far off. She certainly stood out– this dazzling and everlasting figure that one could stare for a long time. He would not take his eyes off of her even if he wanted to.

Inclining his head, Zeke grabbed his glass and lightly touched her glass with his. “Cheers,” Zeke echoed as he drank his whiskey. “Just so you know, you totally asked me out.”

[silkwieldingsteel]

Katya chuckled, her exhale filled with bemused exasperation. This man had a line for every occasion, didn’t he? He always had something to say. It would make it doubly satisfying for her when she left him speechless.

“Hmm, don’t push your luck. Besides, one could get old waiting for you and your stars,” she replied after a sip. Her smirk was semi-visible behind the glass.

“So if not astronomy, then what did you study?” This was suddenly a date, after all. She did want to know more about him.

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

He knew that his comment would hit a nerve. From their past encounters and the way their banter would usual flow, he knew that Katya was far from being shy. No person in their right mind would ever use that word to describe her.

Raising both of his eyebrows, Zeke stared back at her unabashedly. “Bold move, Jordans, bold move,” Zeke complimented her with a small smile.

“Keep it up and the stars might work in your favor,” Zeke finished with a shit-eating grin.

[silkwieldingsteel]

Let’s see a shy girl do that, Katya thought as she accepted his compliment with a tilt of her head. 

She laughed again at the mention of the stars, head tilting back and her eyes looking up as if she were beholding them right then. The only thing she saw was ceiling with dimmed lights. Looking back at his blue eyes, however, she saw a twinkle. 

“Oh, Barlow, don’t you realize it by now? I shine brighter and am hotter than any star in the sky.” And he had no idea how literally she meant it.

When their drinks were placed in front of them, Katya picked it up, “Cheers.”

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

He humored her by nodding his head in confirmation. Truth be told, Zeke did not know how this would turn out. His romantic life was relatively non existing. It was preferred. In his family, having a relationship that did not benefit his work was frowned upon. Which was fine because one night stands did not count.

Placing his glass down, Zeke pretending to look contemplated. He rubbed his bread with his fingers and look upwards as if seeking for a divine intervention. “You see I figured that you were just shy and waiting for the right moment to ask,” Zeke told her mischievously.

“Luckily, I checked the stars and my rising moon sign– which assured my worries by telling me that all I had to do was wait for the right moment,” Zeke fibbed with a wide grin

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Shy,” Katya repeated, plain amusement on her face at his outward lie. Who on earth could possibly consider Katya shy? Even as a human, her brashness got in her trouble more often than not. And after she was literally killed by misogyny, Katya wasn’t one to just sit back and let things happen to her. 

Well, that settled it didn’t?

She finished her martini and without taking her eyes off Zeke, she caught the bartender’s attention.

“Two whiskeys on the rocks,” she ordered, “my [i]date[/i] is paying for them.” She smirked, eyebrows rising almost in challenge. 

[willcookforrent]

Grocery Shopping 101: Katya & Declan

[silkwieldingsteel]

Katya smirked when the food police assumed she had no thyme. She did, but she usually used it in her spicy hot chocolate, not to cook. Well, she also added it to noodles for time to time.

Thankfully she had a good memory, because his directions weren’t as concise or as simple as he made them out to be. But he was right: chicken and salad was easy enough, all things consider. 

Katya wrinkled her nose at the mention of mayonnaise. The ultimate white condiment, and her least favorite.

“Ta da!” Katya declared for him, smiling as he stated again he wasn’t the food police, “so what’s your name?”

[willcookforrent]

“Uh, Declan.” he answers. He looks around for a place to put the basket but finally settles on keeping it on hand. The lady didn’t take it so he’ll have to put everything back. 

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Nice to meet you Declan, I’m Katya,” she took the basket from him and put it inside her cart. Look, she was still going to to buy some of those frozen dinners in case things took a turn for the worst but she’d put some back. 

“I believe I owe you some groceries. Come on, let’s get you your own cart.”

[willcookforrent]

Grocery Shopping 101: Katya & Declan

[willcookforrent]

“Some pan roasted chicken and a waldorf salad.” Declan says. He points to the chicken. “Some salt and pepper, maybe thyme if you have some. I doubt that you do. Put it on a pan on medium-high heat with some olive oil. When it’s almost done, add some vinegar and butter. Let the butter melt and there’s your sauce.”

“The salad’s stupidly simple.” he picks up the celery from her cart and puts it in the basket. “Chop up the root into cubes, put them in water to soften them up.”

Declan gestures to the apples and grapes. “Chop some of these lovelies and put them in a bowl along with some walnuts, toasting optional. The sauce’s is simple too. Mayo, sour cream, a couple pinches of sugar, pepper and salt. Some tarragon if you have it. You probably don’t. Squeeze half a lemon into that and just mix until combined.”

“Dump everything in a bowl and pour enough sauce to cover it. There is such a thing as too much sauce. Mix until everything’s coated.”

“Put some of that lettuce on a plate, the salad and then the chicken on top and there’s your dinner or lunch of breakfast. I’m not the food police.” 

[silkwieldingsteel]

Katya smirked when the food police assumed she had no thyme. She did, but she usually used it in her spicy hot chocolate, not to cook. Well, she also added it to noodles for time to time.

Thankfully she had a good memory, because his directions weren’t as concise or as simple as he made them out to be. But he was right: chicken and salad was easy enough, all things consider. 

Katya wrinkled her nose at the mention of mayonnaise. The ultimate white condiment, and her least favorite.

“Ta da!” Katya declared for him, smiling as he stated again he wasn’t the food police, “so what’s your name?”

[willcookforrent]

Grocery Shopping 101: Katya & Declan

[willcookforrent]

“I don’t have money.” Declan protests. “So I’m not gonna lose anything if I don’t do this. Besides,” he gestures toward the cart. “These ain’t my groceries.” Not that he wouldn’t mind having a cart full of food. 

Still, he looks at the cart. Celery (root attached), apples, carrots, baby tomatoes, broccoli, lettuce, eggs, milk, cheddar cheese, bananas, oranges and kiwis….

Presuming that she has basic seasonings and stuff, an idea pops into his head. 

“Right! Stay here!” he pauses. “Or not. Whatever suits you. I’ll still look like an idiot anyways.” and he rushes off without listening to whatever the lady said.

He comes back with a basket of groceries. Chicken breasts, a couple of lemons, walnuts, mayo, sour cream. and grapes. 

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Just your time,” Katya countered, “and time can be more valuable sometimes.” Her time, for example, was extremely valuable hence the frozen, ready-to-eat-in-three-minutes meals. Plus fruits.

Poor thing. That full cart wasn’t even for him? Grocery shopping was one of Katya’s least favorite chores. She couldn’t imagine doing it for someone else. 

“Okay,” Katya agreed, moving her cart out of the way to not disrupt the flow of cart-traffic down the aisles. It wasn’t long before the young man came back. She peered into the basket, interested and curious.

“So what would you make with this? And more importantly would I be able to make something with this easy enough?”

[willcookforrent]

Grocery Shopping 101: Katya & Declan

[willcookforrent]

“If you do it right, cooking’s as easy as…” he pauses to consider a good comparison. “Well, anything else really. Everything takes a certain amount of work. Even breathing.”

“They look like they’re heaven sent, but they’re from the depths of hell.” Declan would snatch the box away from the women but his well being was already risked once this week. “They’re full of a lotta stuff and honestly in the long run, it’s cheaper to make your own food.” 

He gestures to her cart. “Add a couple more of ingredients and you have everything you need to make a meal like that but with extra so you can eat it another day.”

“But,” he laughs weakly as he realises he made himself look like some crazed conspiracy theorist. “Eat what you want. There’s no food police.”

[silkwieldingsteel]

Now it was easy, she thought as he looked at her frozen meals in a huff. Now when there was access to microwaves and ovens and stones and deep-fryers and refrigerators and freezers. She had already suffered, why couldn’t she be lazy for another hundred years at least?

She looked at her cart again. His boast seemed far-fetched, but she was willing to make him prove it. 

“Not so fast, food police,” Katya stopped him from walking away, “put your money where your mouth is. Find me those ingredients and something I can cook easily enough, and I’ll pay for your groceries.”

[professionalpersona]

Shaken, Not Stirred|| Zeke & Katya

[professionalpersona]

“And I thank the heavens for that very blessing which you have bestowed upon me,” Zeke chimed in with a small smirk.

At this point Zeke was yanking at her chain, but he continued his antics. “Really? No red string of fate? That we were destined to meet? That the stars are in position, foretelling our luck?”

Oh. So that’s how it was going to be. He knitted his eyebrows together in mock confusion. “Ask you– oh my. You see, now this is embarrassing. I was under the impression that you were going to ask me out,” Zeke told her as he drank, hiding the smile on his face.

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Would you like some cheese to go with that ham?” Katya smirked at his theatrics, even as she felt her own ego preen. Come on, who didn’t love to be complimented, even if it was in exaggeration? Well, in her case it wasn’t an exaggeration. Just look at her.

“Ask you out?” Katya laughed. She considered him and shook her head. He was hot, that was true, but Katya didn’t usually ask out men, or women. She was always the one asked out first. Then again, she hadn’t gone on an actual date in years. Her relations with mortals were...purely carnal. 

She took a sip and said instead, “Don’t you think if I wanted to ask you out, I would have already, Mr. Stars-In-Position?”

[willcookforrent]

Grocery Shopping 101: Katya & Declan

[willcookforrent]

“I-I’m fine.” he cradles his phone and looks up. His eyes scan the cart. They widen in horror. Frozen and canned pre-made meals?! “But you might not be. Unless you want to gain weight or something like that.”

[silkwieldingsteel]

“Boy, who you-” was her gut-wrench reaction to the insinuation about her weight. She interrupted herself before she said something rude. Well, ruder than addressing a stranger as ‘boy’.

Interesting, normally she wouldn’t have paid him much attention. It was a sad fact after being alive for so long, that most mortals were unmemorable. But this young man without a filter, he had sparked an interest.

She looks down at her cart and shrugs, “Cooking is a pain. I’ve spent enough of my life already cooking for one, alright? These things?”

She picked up her lean cuisine (’gain weight’, pah!), “They’re heaven sent.”