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That Voodoo that You Do (complete)
When; Thursday
Rating; R
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rozenmagician and milanbutterfly
Summary; The Thursday after their appointment the ticking began and Caterina is blackmailed rather willingly into allowing Isaak to treat her. This is the result of that treatment.
Log;
She was slightly nervous for the process, more than that. Incredibly nervous. Kampfer used black magic, alchemy and Caterina knew this would affect her in some way aside from simply healing. Yet still she sat before the garish dressing mirror and tidied her hair. The magician had not been completely specific with what the process would entail tonight.
Though her vanity was strong, she managed not to apply the heavy foundation and powder that she wished to cover her pale, sallow expression, so she wished her hair to be neat, at least. Since they were here in her apartments, she had left off a hat and the formality of gloves, opting instead for a lighter gown, pale blue silk, no coat or cape covering her. A silvery corset girded her midriff, showing off the slender waist.
Rising, she ensured that no one was about- Tres followed her orders, but he still worried for her and so she had sent him out on a scouting and supplies mission for the evening while this procedure was to take place. Once more she tidied at her hair before rising from the dressing table and heading towards the door, peering out from the peep hole carved eye-level into the door. Sometimes it showed what was truly out in the hall and other times it showed what looked like the inside of a gumball machine.
Eyelids dropping, she continued to resist the urge to cover herself in the safety of makeup. Kampfer would have to see her like this sooner or later and it both irked and worried her that she cared so much for his good opinion on her appearance as well as intelligence. And that he would see her so feeble.
Finally, when she heard the gentleman announce himself, Caterina opened the door and ushered him inside, "Goodevening, Kampfer, I hope you are well?" The lighting inside was low, the decorum garish as his own place, but much more simple than the rest of the outside.
Rating; R
Characters;
rozenmagician and milanbutterfly Summary; The Thursday after their appointment the ticking began and Caterina is blackmailed rather willingly into allowing Isaak to treat her. This is the result of that treatment.
Log;
She was slightly nervous for the process, more than that. Incredibly nervous. Kampfer used black magic, alchemy and Caterina knew this would affect her in some way aside from simply healing. Yet still she sat before the garish dressing mirror and tidied her hair. The magician had not been completely specific with what the process would entail tonight.
Though her vanity was strong, she managed not to apply the heavy foundation and powder that she wished to cover her pale, sallow expression, so she wished her hair to be neat, at least. Since they were here in her apartments, she had left off a hat and the formality of gloves, opting instead for a lighter gown, pale blue silk, no coat or cape covering her. A silvery corset girded her midriff, showing off the slender waist.
Rising, she ensured that no one was about- Tres followed her orders, but he still worried for her and so she had sent him out on a scouting and supplies mission for the evening while this procedure was to take place. Once more she tidied at her hair before rising from the dressing table and heading towards the door, peering out from the peep hole carved eye-level into the door. Sometimes it showed what was truly out in the hall and other times it showed what looked like the inside of a gumball machine.
Eyelids dropping, she continued to resist the urge to cover herself in the safety of makeup. Kampfer would have to see her like this sooner or later and it both irked and worried her that she cared so much for his good opinion on her appearance as well as intelligence. And that he would see her so feeble.
Finally, when she heard the gentleman announce himself, Caterina opened the door and ushered him inside, "Goodevening, Kampfer, I hope you are well?" The lighting inside was low, the decorum garish as his own place, but much more simple than the rest of the outside.
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“It is hard to leave behind someone you consider family,” he commented. Comforting was something he was not able to do. He just prayed that he was doing this the right way. “I understand. But you have your brothers and your Professor. Even your Mental Watchdog. I will be there if you need me, as well. Don’t be ashamed of your sentimentalism, Eisendame, cherish it.”
Without further ado, he released her and bowed deeply, clutching his right arm against his chest. “Farewell, Duchess,” Kämpfer bid before he walked out her apartment.
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"I will overcome my emotions, he will be happy with his family, our world will be safe and I will not be alone. Farwell Kampfer, and again, thank you." Then, as he left, closed the door, waiting for Tres.