`tear down my reason;; (nate)

[katherine]

Filtered sunshine peeked through the nude curtains that hung on the tall row of windows, overlooking the busy London streets. The unobscured glass loomed over those peering out of it, being at a height that nearly reached the impeccably tall ceilings. The skim figure, adorned in hardly anything but a silky camisoule and matching Calvin Klein boxers that hugged her boddy, observed the people milling about the streets below. These weren't just any mundane humans; they were the high-society, expensive clothing kind. Just like the observant blond. A warm tea cup was held tightly in her manicured hands. It spread its luridness through her fingers and up her body. After taking a small sip of the chammomile tea, she pulled away from the windows and headed in the direction of her dark leather furniture. Some thought it masculine in nature-- but with the dark black furnishings and soft blue walls, it was anything but. Chic, but keeping a feminine touch in softness. Of course, with her French roots, a classic King Louis XVI style was necessary. It reminded her of home, if not being slightly benevolent in taste.

She settled her lithe frame on the plush couch and took another sip from her steaming mug. An ash-blond curl fell into her vision. Katherine absent-mindedly brushed it aside. Papers were scattered all around her. Earlier, when dawn had claimed the day, she had made a desperate attempt to start on her writing assignment for Professor Lindsey's class. The girl was taking advanced classes. One could hardly be incompetent enough to wonder why, since she was, indeed, sorted as a literature major after her transfer years ago. An exasperated sigh escaped her slightly chapped lips. After hours of mulling through countless ideas, she had yet to decide on a plot worthy enough to be turned in. Katherine was usually teeming with them. But today, she was indecisive and out of muse. Perhaps a good shopping trip would clear her mind? No, she didn't feel the energy to fuss at the shopkeepers when they couldn't offer her what she wanted. For once, there were more important things to do.

One of which included calling her tailor to make a gown for her. The upcoming social event of the season happened to be that of a social butterfly's. Why would someone of Katherine's caliber be even remotely interested in going to the party? Simply enough-- the girl hosting the party was rich. And socialites didn't refuse to turn up at such an exclusive event. Such a special evening required a dress of unimaginable measures. Katherine was sure she was going to get it from the stuffy old woman who worked in the tailorshop downtown. After all, she had made the famous wear of some of London's prestigious blue-bloods. Why not a Frenchwoman? Different designs flashed quickly before her mind. She needed something so subtley charming that it outstood all of the dresses resembling that of the hookers' in the parking lot of Bart's Men's Club. She reached forward to pick up her cell phone, resting precariously on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. Just as she was doing so, a rapid knock came from her double-door entryway. A manicured eyebrow arched. Katherine wasn't expecting any visitors. She rose from her place and grabbed her hastily-thrown silk robe before heading to answer the door.

ATTIRE

[/color] i'm pretty sure i described it accurately above CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES so, um, yeah. let's get this started! WORD COUNT 560 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Nathaniel Cyrus VanKarlssen]

Nathaniel itched at his sleeve as his shoes scrapes along the concrete footpath. He began to question the reasoning behind his upbringing. Why must one wear a suit? They were uncomfortable, and if he said so himself, made everybody look like a twat. However, today he was going to visit a very important girl, so he had to wear one. She wasn’t exactly important to him, but he wanted to sleep with her. This girl had something about her, in the way she carried herself. She was confident, sexy, and damn hot as hell.

She wasn’t aware that he was coming to visit her, well, as far as he knew. But he was going to surprise her, and he bought flowers. They were simple sunflowers, nothing special that one would possibly give a girl if they liked her. This was because he didn’t like, he only had the feelings of lust towards her. He itched his stubble ridden chin and looked at the exquisite buildings of the Upper East Side. They were beautiful, and he had once owned an apartment there himself. However, those days were gone and he often found himself living in a different hotel every few weeks.

He spotted the building that he had recognized as Kat’s, despite barely knowing the girl. He had asked among her friends her whereabouts and address of her apartment. Crossing the road, a car beeped their horn at him for not crossing at the lights. “Oh yeah? Well fuck you.” he yelled out to the car as it drove by. He only had to wait a few seconds when Kat appeared at the door. He cleared his throat and held out the sun flowers. “I bear gifts.” He spoke confidently, giving his sexy overused smirk.

[katherine]

Shock rarely came to Katherine. And when it did, she was usually experienced enough to keep it off of her face. Today, however, was not the case. Her blue eyes widened expressively and her lips were split apart in wonder. "Nathanial," she managed to say. The girl quickly regained her composure so that she appeared bored, if not agitated. "I hear your bear STDs as well, but it would be extremely rude of me not to invite you in. Just don't touch the furniture," she said with a smirk and wink. She turned sharply on her heel and led him to the kitchen where she bent over to lean on the granite countertops. Silk brushed lightly against her calves. Katherine mentally chastised herself for inviting him inside. She didn't have time for his antics; besides, they hardly knew each other. Sure, they both happened to be populars and literature majors at their time at Wigmore, but Katherine was a year behind him and had never really talked to him. That, of course, didn't stop her knowledge of the man. She knew the rumors and knew his lifestyle, which was ever the more reason to avoid him.

Finally, she decided to ask. "What exactly are you doing here? Firstly, I wasn't expecting any guests. Otherwise I would have changed from my ill-suited attire." At this, she glared down at her camisoule and shorts with disapproval. "Secondly," she continued, "I am a very busy person. I don't have time to fool around with you, in both words and actions. Maybe when I'm drunk you can come and try again." A cold laugh bubbled up from her lungs. Little did Nate know, but Katherine never got drunk. It was easier to manipulate people with a clear mind. She got up and walked toward him, grabbing the vase in her hands. She brought it near the support of her hip and leaned in to give him a polite kiss on the cheek. As she hovered above his cheek, she smiled and thought better of it. The girl then walked over to set the sunflowers on the countertop.

"I suppose it would be my duty to give you a reason to explain," she said while washing her hands. She looked up at him under her eyelashes, waiting for his answer. "And I would prefer Mr. VanKarlssen, as any young lady might, that you don't lie to me." A thin smirk made the corners of her lips twitch, but it disappeared as soon as it had come. Of course he was going to lie. She knew it was in him, but she waited to hear his excuse. How she loved to hear their excuses!

ATTIRE

[/color] i'm pretty sure i described it accurately above CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES so, um, yeah. let's get this started! WORD COUNT 560 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Nathaniel Cyrus VanKarlssen]

Nate raised a brow, looking down and smirking. He made his way around her apartment, making himself feel at home. Until he finally walked over to her couch and took a seat, looking down at his fingernails. “” Fool around?” He asked, putting on a fake laugh. “Katherine Vincent, I would never even dream of such a thing.” he spoke smoothly, giving a half, empty, smile. He jumped up from the couch and stood in front of her, lightly pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. “ Can’t I just take time out of my day to make a girl feel special?” His voice was low, so she would have to lean in closer to hear him.

He took a few steps away and walked around her apartment once more, straightening up his suit jacket. Running his hand through his hair, he turned around to face her with a smirk. “And please, there is no need to feel as if you need to get dressed on my behalf. I’m sure in time to come you’ll be wearing even less in the company of me.” He gave a laugh, to show that he was joking. But he wasn’t, and she probably knew that.

“But I must say, is that really what you think of me? A walking STD? Well Miss Vincent, I am hurt.” He raised a brow once again. That’s all he seemed to do these days, joke around. He could never be serious. But he put on a serious face and stood near the girl before him. “In all honesty, I just wanted to see you. No strings attached. ” He gave a sickly smile It wasn’t intentionally sickly, he was just unaware of how people would smile in this sort of situation. It was rare to come across when Nathaniel was being nice. However, in this case, he wasn’t. He was lying through his teeth.

[katherine]

Katherine could feel Nate's hand brush lightly against her cheek as he pushed away a strand of hair. She stiffened slightly. What gave him the audacity to touch her? she wondered. What could have been interpreted as a gentle action instead made her bristle. To think that he thought no more of her than one of his sleazy girlfriends. It took all she had not to bring her hand against his smooth face. Instead, she sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not a very fluent liar, Mr. VanKarlssen," she said. She smiled softly to herself, the malicious joy reflecting in her brilliant sapphire eyes. "You're eyes give you away. But, perhaps I am too keen a liar myself and am only able to recognize the sin resting in the glint of someone's glare." She began to ponder her own words. Had she been lying frequently enough to actually recognize that steely glaze fall over one's eyes? The unmistakable shadow that passed over his face wasn't new to her, however, and it slightly startled her that it was something she could trace. A headache erupted across her forehead; she rubbed eagerly at the spot before looking toward her small wine cellar. Or rather, what she nicknamed her "wine cellar." It was nothing more than an adjustable refrigerator with a lock to keep her precious alcohol. And right now, nothing sounded better. Her bare feet made no obvious sounds as she moved gracefully over the polished hardwood floors. She was aware that Nate was still in the room as she bent over, long legs extended and back low, to search through her beverage of choice.

A red wine seemed suitable. As a hostess in her apartment, she felt the need to ask, "Care for a drink? She already had grabbed two of her crystals from her cabinet and had them placed on the kitchen countertop before her. The dark red liquid, resembling something closely to blood, fell lusciously into the clear glass. Without waiting for his aswer, she brought the two glasses and wine bottle over to her couch. Katherine quickly gathered her jumbled things off of the coffee table and threw them on the ground. Their place was soon taken by the glasses and the bottle. She then fell into the warm embrace of the couch, curling up her legs under her in a comfortable, yet juvenile, position. The girl grabbed the glasses expertly in her hands; with her free one, she patted the spot next to her and took a sip of the poison.

Her eyes scanned the windows she had been peering out of just minutes ago. The filtered light flooding in made the chestnut wood gleam unnaturally. The simple beams touching her shoulders warmed her throughout despite the icy coldness streaking through her heart. All because of one boy, she thought with mirth. The noise from the city below was hard to tune out, but her accustomed ears managed to tune out the hype. In a smooth pattern, she took a sip, then stared. Never making a sound. Never attempting to ask him the questions plaguing her thoughts. When it seemed as if the silence would never cease, her smooth French voice- like rich honey and vanilla- sliced through the air. "Nate, there is no use pretending you are innocent with me. Not only do I know who you are, but I am not like the sluts you are so used to enticing with your"- at this, she smirked- "charisma." He was obviously here for more than he was letting on, and Katherine was destined to pry him apart until the answer spilled from his maw. Her previous pocess of sipping and staring continued until another tnought brought itself forward. "If you don't tell me the real reason you're here, which I believe is out of your own boredom, I will have no choice but to kick you out." She smiled sweetly, her eyes darting from his face to the white double doors that he had arrived in mere moments before.

ATTIRE

[/color] i'm pretty sure i described it accurately above CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES so, um, yeah. let's get this started! WORD COUNT 560 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Nathaniel Cyrus VanKarlssen]

Nathaniel watched as the graceful girl moved about her apartment. Her hair was so golden it was almost as if it were the source of the sun. She moved so softly around the apartment, that his stubble and rough hands felt so out of place. He took the glass of red wine from her hand, swirling it around in his fingers. He didn’t take a sip until she sat down on the couch. He leaned against a nearby wall, smirking and looking over at her. Until she asked the real reason why he was there. He moved over to the couch and took a seat, slowly sipping his red wine. Placing in on the coffee table, he looked around the room and raised his brow. “ Why do you distrust guys so much?” He asked in a sincere voice.

He leaned in closer, putting on his perfect cover up face. He was going to bull shit his way through this. He bit his lip and tilted his head slightly to the side. “ I like you Kat. I know I barely know, but there is something about you. Did you really get heart broken so much to the point where you can’t accept the fact that a guy has come to visit you for your company, and nothing more?” He asked, in a low, soft, tone. He tried to sound sincere, leaning in closer as he did so. “ I don’t have any underlying intentions.” He whispered, his ice blue eyes staring directly into hers.

As he pulled away, he waited a few seconds before laughing. “I’m kidding, of course. I came over to get a cup of sugar. I’ve been meaning to make some tea but I ran out. Mind if I have some?” He raised a brow with his cheeky grin. He loved messing with peoples emotions, but he wasn’t intentionally doing so at the moment. He was just joking around, as he usually did.

[katherine]

His rich alto stabbed mercileslly through her head. Did he really believe he could go around asking such questions of a stranger? The inquiry bothered her slightly. Was he really suggesting that her heart had been broken in the hands of another? A look passed over her face, one that showed her mental pondering. An honest half-smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she replied, "I could ask you the same question." From what she had heard, the alumni had never had an honest relationship. Surely someone with his dating history had some sort of secret or mental epidemic. She took an earnest sip of wine, her toes curling up as the sharp taste flooded her senses. Their conversation played back again in her head, as if she was hearing it for the first time. His eagerness to become trusting and allow her to let her guards down. He was either playing the part of a gentleman or attempting to seduce her. The latter seemed much more reasonable, however much she wanted to deem it false. There had been too many moments like this where a boy came over, proclaiming his innocence to her. It often ended with a slammed door and a few invisible tears while she mulled through how it could've gone better when, obviously, there was no way it was humanly possible.

The man's warm breath tickled her face. He was so near now, all she had to do was move her face a few inches and her lips would be touching his. Katherine, however, was not intent on kissing him. Letting him win his own game? That wasn't bloody likely. "Unlike you, I am being truthful in saying that it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your legacy has yet to become forgotten amongst the students and I'm sure some of the staff as well." She looked into the shallow depths of his eyes. How was it he maintained to keep them without just a touch of softness? She continued, "We both know while you're here. And while I can't give you what I want, I do hope to make some xompany with you. After all, you did save this maiden from having to compile an essay," the girl spoke, briefly glancing at the mass of papers thrown onto the ground. She would have to re-organize them later. Wine glass now empty, she leaned forward to pour more of the scarlet substance into her flask. After she took another delicate sip, she realized his eyes were still focused on her. She had to admit, they were alluring. And for the smallest fraction of a second, her heart skipped. Too quick to have detected it, Katherine displaced it as a result of the alcohol.

Katherine placed her half-full- or was it half-empty?- glass on the table. Using her right hand for support, she leaned in closer to him yet, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "I'm sorry, Mr. VanKarlssen, but I don't lend out my sugar," she whispered. She smirked as she began to retract from him. An unfamiliar reluctance seared through her. This couldn't be happening. It was the wine, she assured herself. Intoxication didn't usually claim her so easily, at least, not when she wasn't purposely getting wasted. She sighed noisily, the clear annoyance surrounding the air around her. Her eyelids weighed heavily, and a sloppy smile fell upon her. If she wasn't careful, things would quickly get out of hand. Living in a place such as London, making mistakes would easily bring one's life crashing upon them. Katherine wasn't intent on seeing her family's title crumble because of her. Frenchwomen were classier than that. It almost seemed like a dream as the unwilling words poured out of her: "You might just get lucky today." And with that, she clumsily fell from her sitting position into the fetal one, her halo of golden hair piling onto Nathan's lap. Her slowed breathing assured those nearby that she was, in fact, asleep.

ATTIRE

[/color] i'm pretty sure i described it accurately above CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES i was tinking we could skip a portion of the afternoon and have her wake up in his lap at night. Thats when the real fun can evolve! Let me know what you think WORD COUNT 560 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Nathaniel Cyrus VanKarlssen]

Nathaniel nodded his head; he liked the idea of being referred to as a ‘legacy’. Although now there was a problem, that twat Freddy was being a complete imbecile and ruining his name. It wasn’t even as if Freddy was a ladies’ man. He had no charm whatsoever, and treated women like they were a piece of meat. At least Nathaniel had the respect to charm them before luring them into his ‘lair’. Kat was going to be harder to break, but he would eventually get through to her. There was never a girl that he wasn’t able to break (theoretically of course).

"I'm sorry, Mr. VanKarlssen, but I don't lend out my sugar," The girl spoke, and Nate gave out a laugh. He wasn’t intending it in such a way, and really was only asking for sugar for his tea. But now that she had pointed it out, it just made him want her even more. She wasn’t innocent, as far as he could tell. She just hadn’t met the right guy, somebody like him. But he raised a brow and question her with a sly smile. Well I’m glad you don’t just lend it out. I’m not some charity.” He shrugged.

He furrowed a brow at her last words. How might he get lucky? He had no idea. But before he could say anything in return, the girl was lying down. Was this a joke? Or was she really asleep? He cleared his throat, looking down at her hair. “If you wanted to lay your head in my lap, all you had to do was ask.” He joked, but quickly realized that she was actually asleep. Rolling his eyes, he slowly stepped off the couch and looked at her. “She better not fucking wake up in the middle of this.” He mumbled. He wasn’t planning on doing anything, except carry her to her bed. But if she woke up in the middle of it, she may get the wrong impression. Slowly, and steadily, he cradled her and began to look for her room. After the second opened door, he finally found a bed and assumed it was hers. Making is way over, he slowly put her down, looking at her for a few seconds. Just as he was about to step away, he turned back around and grabbed the blanket, laying it on top. He had no idea how to sneak out of the apartment.

[katherine]

Three hours later...

Katherine awoke groggily, unsure of her current bearings. The cream ceiling and flash of champagne around her explainex that she was resting in her bed. How had she gotten here? The only possible way her body could've moved locations was if Nate had picked her up and brought her here. He had brought her to her bed. In all honesty, she hadn't expected anything of him. His sly ways could have brought him to do something to destroy her reputation. The fact he had placed her in her bed made her angry spirits liften. Reluctantly, she untwisted herself from a blanket that had been placed carefully on top of her. Oh, God, he even put a blanket over me, she thought, bringing a palm to her cool forehead. Katherine sat up in bed, looking at her room through sleepy blue eyes Was he still here? Looking out the French double doors that led out onto her balcony, she could see stars glimmering in the sky. It was nighttime. The girl moved out of bed, her tank top rising slighty to show her bare stomache. Unaware and frankly too busy to care, she exited the room with her golden hair falling around her shoulders. Once again, Kat was caught by surprise to find Nate still there in her apartment. Why hadn't he simply left? "Making yourself comfortable, are you?" she said in a bitter tone. It slipped from her voice as she realized a sentence proclaiming her thanks would surely need to proceed. After all, he had left her unscathed. Saying she was thankful for anything that he did seemed absurd. Better to praise his good deeds, she supposed. Her voice was strangely soft as she spoke, "Ahh, Nate...Thanks for, um, bringing me to my room." The folllowing words were even softer. "I appreciate it."

She stretched out her lithe frame, feeling a yawn consume her body. A small rumble in her belly reminded her that she had skipped lunch and dinner. "Care to stay for dinner? I won't lie in saying that it won't be caviar and expensive, imported cheeses," she told him from her spot in the kitchen. Her arm reached forward to pull open the refridgerator. There was hardly anything in the spotless shelves. It was only a special occassion that Katherine was caught eating in. She wasn't exactly a talented chef, after all. She then moved over to the pantry. A few boxes of cereal and some mix to make crepes lined the wooden walls. Katherine shut the door, ad then returned to her previous position of leaning up against the kitchen countertops. It suddenly occurred to her that her mother would be very upset at her current mannerisms as hostess. She scoffed at the thought of seeing her well-to-do mother stare in shock at her bed-wear. Too bad she wasn't here to see it for herself. No, she was probably back in France, laughing with ladies of her kind about the past days as young socialites.

"Sorry for falling asleep earlier. Hope you've been keeping yourself entertained during my absence. The essays have been taking their toll on me," she started. Her excuse sounded pathetic. A nerd would have given a better answer, she scolded herself. And what would Nate care, anyhow? "I'm quite surprised you didn't leave, either." She laughed to herself, imagining a scowling Nathan patrolling the streets of London, cursing at his poor luck. He was lucky to catch her at her hour of peaking kindness. It was only this time that her cold, sophisticated nature slipped away to a carefree, joyous one. All she needed was a little more alcohol to tune up her senses, and they'd be having themselves a party. Katherine then walked back over to her wine cellar to grab a few bottles of random booze. She wasn't keen on keeping Nate here, and if he planned on staying, she would at least require to be only barely buzzed. The alcohols were set out across the granite. She picked out a glass bottle of beer and twisted off the cap. The noise of sealed-tight alcohol being exposed to air was familiar and calming. In a few seconds, the beer was rushing down her aching throat.

ATTIRE

[/color] i'm pretty sure i described it accurately above CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES nighttime! reminds me of adrian and rachael. WORD COUNT 560 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]