taxonomites | [ visual ] [ salvatore house ] but now i am jaded you're out of luck i'm rolling down the stairs

The feed opens on a pair of bare feet, where it apparently has been turned on via toe. The feet are unmistakably masculine, but after a moment another set-- these ones smaller-- join them.

Then a hand reaches down and grabs the tablet and all of a sudden, Taxon is treated to a closeup of Damon Salvatore's face, Max just behind him.

"Sono--" his face screws up in concentration, as the reason why he doesn't speak Italian except around Stefan is escaping him for the moment, and he abandons wondering about it in favor of finishing his sentence- "molto, molto ubriaco." He pauses, then says with even more emphasis, "Molto."

Behind him Max dissolves into a fit of giggles, her mussed hair falling in front of her face as her head tips forward a bit. It's clear that whatever they've been drinking, it's gotten to her, too, which shouldn't be a surprise, given that this is the same girl who was caught taking tequila shots on the job not too long ago.

"Altre lingue non sono giuste in questo momento," she says, looking back up with a mock-pout on her lips. (Never mind that she's speaking it perfectly.)

( ooc | following max's post, she and damon have gotten their asses dead drunk on romulan ale. damon said "i am very, very drunk" in italian; max said "other languages aren't fair right now." )

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[ katherine might not be fluent in italian like the brothers are, but she knows enough to get the gist of what damon is saying - that last word especially makes her harrumph in annoyance. jerk. ]

I don't recall you having such problems with sharing. But nice to see you're as charming as ever even when drunk off your mind. [ pause. ] Buffone.

( translation | buffoon. )

[ damon pauses, consideringly, then says in slow, painstaking english. ]

Bite me, Katerina.

[ then he slips back into italian, rapidfire and hard to follow. ]

Lui non ti ama, sarà solo il suo amore. E voi siete entrambi idioti per giocare a qualsiasi altra cosa. Spero che fa male, quando lui ti lascia.

( translation | 'he'll never love you, he'll only love her. and you're both idiots for playing at anything else. i hope it hurts, when he leaves you.' )

Oh, sweetheart. Been there, done that.

[ because aggravating each other is the name of the game with these two. it was just so easy. katherine can only catch a few words from the rapid italian he's spewing, but what little she can parse together makes her tone harden and her words to come out more haltingly as she struggles not to give into her ire. if katherine was winning a moment ago, this score goes to damon. ]

Drunken, jealous ramblings aside, you might want to keep a closer eye on your tablet instead of broadcasting your foolhardy escapades to the entire city.

Mi ricordo. Mi ricordo tutto, si cagna ingannevole.

[ LOOK DAMON JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS and as the ale wears off slowly, euphoria is replaced by melancholy; the feelings he usually ignores taking shape as words. ]

What's the matter, jealous I found something that can actually get us drunk?

( translation | 'i remember. i remember everything, you deceitful bitch.' )

[ in her end, katherine rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in frustration. really, it's her own fault; she should've known better than to speak to damon while he was drunk like this. of course he was going to be even more impossible than normally. the italian gets ignored entirely as katherine can tell just from that one word it's not contributing anything to this exchange. really, she should just terminate the connection and leave him be. why should she care if he risks exposure, or makes a fool out of himself?

but she doesn't. instead, she says something that surprises even herself. ]

Damon, please. Stop this.

[ dead silence. (excuse the pun.) ]

Careful, Katherine. You're going to sound like you care.

Well, that would be awful, wouldn't it?

[ the words are sarcastic, but her tone isn't - if anything, it's softly contemplative. the truth is that she does care. she may not particularly like damon most of the time these days and she certainly doesn't love him like she loves stefan, but she does care. have a few crumbs from her table, damon. when she speaks up again after a brief pause, it's in a decidedly more firmer manner. ]

Just be careful. The law enforcement types are itching for something to do. Don't give them a reason to start a vampire hunt.

Edited 2011-06-02 16:44 (UTC)

It would.

[ and damon's just rings with certainty, because on his best day he can't help handing katherine the things she needs to torture him. this is not that best day. ]

Relax, I just look like a drunk. Not a killer.

[ katherine says nothing in response to that, though her lips curl into a tiny smile at the tone he adopts. oh, dear damon. so predictable. ]

Fine. Better hope that stuff doesn't give you a hell of a hangover, too.

[ he just hums, dismissively. ]

[ sounds like he's not playing anymore. fine. for once, katherine is not particularly interested to rile him up. ]

Well, glad we had this talk. Good night, Damon.

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