𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 / 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

location: katia & yuri’s cabin date: february 2021 time: night

Yuri sluggishly got ready for bed. It was a long day, let alone a hell bent start to the year as he hasn’t been resting well. However, it seemed to come with the territory of being a Sokolov. It was evident that he was still experiencing the repercussions from the shades that haunt him till this day. His father, his past, it was as if it were brought to the surface and he certainly didn’t need that, especially when he wants to be able to take on his Aunt head on. Although all this was happening, it was being with her that made it all worth it for him to keep going. Slipping into their bed, Yuri inched closer to Katia and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You didn’t have to wait up on me.” he murmured as he got comfortable to cuddle next to her. “Hope your day went well.” 

@katiakjar·

time: 6:02pm date: September 30th, 2019 location: Outside Tinker Thai

Tensions in Lethe were at an all time high due to recent events. Imani however, wasn’t phased by it. Although she should be looking out for her pack, she knew they were capable of taking care of themselves. Besides, they had a method of checking in on each other and for the most part everyone was accounted for, including her brother. Eating an order of pad thai outside Tinker Thai, the alpha was waiting on one of the wolves, when she noticed a woman getting heckled by devout followers of Kozlov. She’d been on that end, but was able to convince them that she was still thinking about it. As an ‘ex-alpha’ the Councilman kept his sights on her, but keeping a carefree and nonchalant facade was enough to show that she frankly did not give a shit. Fake it to make it was the name of her game. 

“Hey!” yelled Mani as she casually ate her pad thai. She wasn’t enjoying it, but she was finishing it for the sake of not wasting it. “Y’all suck at this, lemme give it a try and I can report to the Councilman on the progress. How ‘bout it boys?” She came down from the steps of the restaurant and approached the brunette as she wore a fake smile. “Let him know a Kingston is taking care of it.” She moved her chopsticks around to make a point, but if things were to go south she had no issues of stabbing them with it. Self defence. At first the other wolves were skeptical, but they eventually left which caused Imani to sigh in relief. Tossing the pad thai in the trash, she turned to the woman and shook her head. “Fuck that. You alright? I wasn’t planning on trying anything. You can carry on with whatever you were doing.” 

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All Katia wanted to do was have a nice walk, get some food, and relax. For the love of God, why did such a simple task not existed in Lethe? Katia was beginning to seriously consider staying in the woods forever and never coming back into town. It would be easy for her, living off the land and such... But, a sociable creature by nature, she knew she would miss her friends greatly. Though, the thought did seem more and more welcoming, especially every since Maksim Kozlov strode into town. She had only seen him a couple of times in the heart of Lethe, and each time, the she-wolf kept her distance. It was rare for Katia to distrust someone so quickly on sight and not even have to talk to them. Even then, she was always willing to give the benefit out of the doubt. The few moments Katia has seen Maksim Kozlov, though, has brought her great unease. His face was one of utmost confidence, whatever game this man played he wasn't accustomed to loosing. He smiled at others as if they were his long lost brother, gaining trust as easy as drinking water through a straw.

Thalia just stared at Jack the Lumberjack with no signs of emotion in her eyes. In fact, she was dazing off, and yet he was in one of those moods to talk to her as if she gave a fuck about him on the whole. Holding a hand up, the fae shuts him up as she handed him his paystub and ushered him to leave her office. “Get out.” She was over it, she really tried to abide by HR regulations, but this was too much. Ignoring his comments, Thalia closed the door behind her and flopped back into her seat. She needed to ensure this week’s service was inputted and then she can go home. Hearing a knock on the door, the Sotomayor heiress cursed under her breath as she was ready to cuss whoever it was, but immediately stopped the moment she saw her sister. Right, a meeting. “Katia.” she greeted back with a nod. “—Whatever, take a seat. Let’s get straight to the point, what do you want?” 

ELYAS MEGAT.

date: september 22, 2020 time: 9:25 pm location: isolated area near the EMS tent

Every passing hour without incidents occurring brought Elyas relief. He had been on duty all day to keep an eye out for any signs of disarray that could occur. Sure, there’s been a few fist fights here and there due to drunkenness, but it wasn’t anything that could affect the mass. Not until the fireworks started at least. It went from serenity to complete chaos within half an hour. When he got the news of an active fire at Asmodean Autos and the reported casualties, Elyas and the rest of the force did their best to keep everyone calm, trying to provide the best answers to the public’s questions. His efforts were spent on keeping everyone in place, until they received confirmation that the explosions were over and the reasons was found. That was until he got a text from Yuri, who was in need of assistance. It didn’t take him long to find the werewolf. Instead of performing first aid on other people as expected, Elyas found him performing it on himself. “Bro, what are you doing? What happened?” He quickly ran over, hands inching back and forth as he was unsure what to do. Procedures and regulations immediately flew out the window. The vampire got next to him to provide support and something to hold onto in case the tree wasn’t enough. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do it for you.”

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Yuri didn’t know what was worse, overdosing or getting stabbed. Sure, ODing on drugs didn’t provide as much physical pain as getting stabbed, but the experience of it just hit a different way. He was actually conscious or at least trying to be, but he was weak to the point where applying pressure was no longer possible as he was exhausted. The werewolf was healing at slow pace and he needed a first aid kit stat. Laying there, a grin crept onto his lips as he smelled a familiar presence. “Ah, brooooo…You found me…I knew you would.” His voice trailed off as he coughed up blood and yet, Yuri still managed to have a smug smile on his face. “Is this what heaven looks like? Might as well take me now…” He couldn’t help, but laugh and that somehow made things worse as the bleeding persisted. As such, he regained his composure and shrugged, “First aid kit…Although, we might have to improvise. I don’t know…I can’t go the hospital and I can’t let the others find me man…Promise you won’t let that happen.” He then held out his pinky as his gaze softened into a vulnerable one. However, his expression changed as he got distracted at who was behind the vampire. “Ah my love, perfect timing…Two beautiful people are before me…Ugh, this is truly heaven…” He was becoming delusional at this point as his hands slowly slipped from both his wounds. “I’m tired guys, let’s nap under this big tree together…I’m sure these will heal in no…time…”

@katiakjar

Setting a pair of scissors down on the bathroom sink, Katia looks at her reflection as she runs her fingers through her newly cut hair that now falls just above her shoulders. Now that the act was done and over with, Katia lets out a long sigh that she didn’t realize she was holding in while she was taking the blades to her hair. And honestly, she didn’t regret it. She’s been wanting to do this for a while, but she knew it was going to take a certain amount of boredom and confidence to go through with cutting her own hair. Today, for whatever reason, seemed to be that day. It felt good. There was also the next test... Katia liked the look, but of course, she wanted Yuri to like the look, as well. She had to prepare herself for when he came home later today to receive his reaction. She was finishing up cleaning the mess she made when her phone vibrated in her back pocket. Reading over the text, it took a moment to realize just what she was reading. It was a text from Yuri that didn’t make any sense, plus his location. And then, Katia through the worst. Her mind went to Yuri having an overdose episode again. A second later, she was grabbing her car keys and Katia was out the door.

It didn’t take the she-wolf long to find herself downtown Lethe where she thought everyone would be having a good time because of the parade, but instead, everything was in complete chaos. But, Katia ignored it all in order to track down Yuri. When she did, she found another person there already and gave a gentle sigh of relief. Coming up behind Elyas, she places a hand on his back to allow her presence to be known. “Hey, baby...” She coos and gives him a smile despite her own nervousness and worry, as she gauges Yuri’s current position. Normally, his words would make her smile like an idiot, but Katia has already slipped into her Serious Doctor Mode as she kneels down beside her boyfriend and looks at his neck wound. Time to get to work. “You know that’s a bad idea, honey. You know better than that,” She tells Yuri, almost scolding him when he talks about wanting to nap. His hand slips from his abdomen and Katia rolls up his uniformed shirt to reveal his wound. Specifically, his stab wound.  The good news was that they weren’t far from the paramedic's tent. The bad news was that the weapon was gone, which as causing the wound to bleed out so much. The fact that the weapon tore apart veins and vessels going in and coming out didn’t help at all.  After her long experience as a doctor, it was simple for her to spot certain wound types. “Stab wound, a deep one,” Katia tells Elyas while shrugging off her flannel shirt with haste and thanks herself for putting on a tank top underneath, but how quickly she moves to make her still-healing shoulder ache and she winces. Katia places the fabric on Yuri’s wound. “Put pressure on the wound. As hard as you can, even if he tries to fight you. I’ll go back to the paramedic's tent and get what we need.” With that, Katia doesn’t waste another second as she pushes herself to her feet and runs to the tent, pushing herself as fast as possible.

Nikolai nods curtly. He has seen his fair share of gunshot wounds, and well, gore never really bothered him. In some fucked up way, a silver bullet is better than the regular ones when it is lodged in your body. Some werewolves heal rapidly, and if the wound has started to closing with the bullet still in it, they would have had to reopen it and pull it out. He carefully yet precisely tears away a section of her jacket as if it was made of paper. He slowly pulls away the bloodied cloth off of the wound and pours some more disinfectant. He grabs a piece of gauze and hands it to her to bite down. “This will hurt.” He warns before pushing in the forceps into the wound. Although it is not the most trained treatment, there is a methodical focus in a way he works. It is effective, if anything. At least it kept him alive this far. He holds her down by the arm as he digs through the flesh, looking for the bullet. After an intense minute or so, he pulls out the silver bullet. As soon as it’s out, he places a towel over her wound, “keep the pressure on the wound.” 

Nikolai offers her some painkillers as she speaks feverishly. He does not appear to be surprised at all by his cousin’s involvement. He knew that, at the very least, Lukyan was walking a tightrope between the brothers and Anastasiya. He did not know she was this close to Lethe, however. He should interrogate Lukyan for more updates. “That tracks,” he remarks flatly as he wipes the blood off of his hands with another towel. “What, you didn’t think I knew?” He asks as he walks over to the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of water. “Lukyan may be a backstabbing son of a gun, but he is surprisingly capable as a spy. I am not entire sure which side he is on other than himself, but he has been useful so far.” He explains as he gulps down some water. He shoots her a quizzical look, “…I don’t eat tacos.” In fact, he only eats food that has been mass produced, cooked where he can keep an eye on, or cooked by people he trusts. She should know that by– Oh. Dry cleaner. That makes more sense. “I’ll get that money from Lukyan.” He replies, keeping an eye on her and wondering if he should tell Yuri. “Does Yuri know?” asks him.

A whine of disappointment emits from Katia when she hears the tearing of her favourite jacket as Nikolai gets better access to the wound. “Wait, wait, can I at least get a -” What she was going to ask for was a swig of booze, but it was too late. Nikolai was already holding her down. His fingers push into her wound, digging around the muscle, hitting bone. She lets out a loud cry of pain before quickly shutting her mouth and forgetting to put the gauze in her mouth, Katia ends up chewing down on her tongue. Her teeth pierce through the flesh of her muscle and blood pools easily into her mouth to the point where she almost beings choking on the thick, hot liquid that’s clogging the back of her throat. Lifting her head after a moment, Katia shoves the gauze into her mouth, the material soaks up the blood it can and she’s forced to swallow the rest. At one point, her hand moves to Nik’s arm, trying to push him off, but the last bit of adrenaline she has left in her body isn't enough to make him budge.

Katia thought about showing up on Thalia’s doorstep unannounced just as Thalia did to her some months ago when she first showed up in Lethe, but after a moment of thought, the werewolf decided against the idea. As much as Katia and Thalia aren’t on the same page with fairly different personalities - while also sharing similarities which were frustrating - Katia didn’t want to push her luck with her sister. There was a piece of her who wanted to know Thalia, there was a piece of her that wanted to see if they could get along. Katia wasn’t expecting them to be blood sisters overnight, not by a long shot. But, the thought of having family, as much and as big as possible was always an idea that Katia loved. She wanted Thalia to be apart of that. So, instead of going to Thalia’s personal space without letting Thalia know, Katia called her sister’s office to set up a formal meeting. Coming up to the fae’s office, Katia knocks on the door to announce her arrival. “Thalia,” The name comes out as a gentle sigh as she steps into the office. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice.” And she means it. Thalia didn’t have to agree to this meeting, it was clear that the fae had her own agenda when it came to being in Lethe, but there was also the fact that Thalia was in Lethe because of Katia.

katia kjar‌:

Thalia isn’t wrong. Hope is fickle. Hope can be trampled and forgotten, or merely overridden by a plethora of fear and depression. Thalia isn’t right, either. To have hope is to want an outcome that makes your life better in some way. It’s the sense of protection that something good will eventually come. That there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark of path you’re on. The feeling of sadness coursed through Katia, hearing that Thalia’s parents had died protecting Xeno’s. She wanted to know more. Learn more, but now wasn’t the best time. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She settles on saying to Thalia with honesty, but she doesn’t understand Thalia’s deception. So, she was just on his side to… Get whatever she wanted? “Don’t call me that,” Katia says quickly when referred to her fae never for the second time. Thalia doesn’t get to call her that. Katia assumes she has her answer when Thalia begins to explain wanting to get away from their father. But with the scrunching of her brows, it’s clear that she’s still trying to put to pieces together. She simply doesn’t get why anyone would want to go through all of this trouble to get away from one person. Why put up with them for so long? Just leave. Leave and never look back. “You are doing his bidding. You’re here, are you not? On my doorstep, trying to lead me to him. What happens when I don’t go to him? What happens to you if I keep refusing?” Thalia’s anger catches Katia off guard, but she doesn’t back down. “And you would know, Thalia,” She responds calmly, her features stone-like and neutral. She’s been around him the most. Playing the long game. Learning from him.

“If you know how horrible he is, then why are you trying to bring me to him?” Katia wanted to say that she was nothing like that father she doesn’t know, but instead, she said, “If you think I’m anything like him, then maybe you should be a little be afraid seeing as you ran all the way here to be able to breathe.” The werewolf heavily rolls her eyes as if to say, ‘ yeah. obviously. ’ At this point, even Anya is the least of her worries, it would seem. Of course, she wants to be naive. Katia doesn’t want to think about the fact that this is truly happening right now. Can the universe now give her a goddamn break!? “Ah, so. I’m naive and your selfish. Dad raised a couple of good ones.” Sarcasm, of course, since Xeno’s wasn’t around for Katia growing up and even though this man seemed to have taken in this young girl who had lost her parents out of the goodness of his heart, she was willing to believe Xeno’s has alternative motives. Just like Thalia did now. She would have had to learn from somewhere, right? “Intervene with what, exactly?” Katia asks sharply. She doesn’t like the sound of that. Intervene with her life? Which would ripple into Yuri’s? Her friends? Her loved ones? This town? Just like Anya.

“I’m not, nor do I want it. They brought that demise on themselves.” Fuck the apologies, fuck the condolences, what’s done is done. Her parents chose to put Xenos’ needs before her own. It made no difference to her. Ignoring Katia’s demand, she listened to her retorts and scoffed at the questions. She wanted to tell Katia that it’ll never be about her, their father was solely focused on the she-wolf after all. Thalia was clearly no longer of use to him now that she was here. Sure she was doing a complete stake out on his behalf, but it’s not like his plans were being carried out. He was stalling.

“Figure it out yourself.” Thalia then sighed in response and deadpanned with, “It’s called making progress. This encounter is still something. Now you know the truth.” She then chuckled at the mention of being afraid. Once upon a time, she did in fact fear Xenos, but after facing his wrath and being his personal punching bag, she became used to it. “Wanting a break and fearing the man are two different things Katia. I don’t care what he does. If he comes here tomorrow, it wouldn’t be my problem…It would be yours.” 

The sarcastic comment caused her to grin as she shrugged. She wasn’t going to deny that the ex-fae king did make an impact on their lives. “Like I said, I’ll let you figure that out. Daddy dearest is unpredictable and full of surprises.” With that being said, she took one last look at Katia and left. 

[end.]

Taking her hand in his, he brought it over towards his lips and made a trail of light kisses. Laying here with her, as simple as it was, it was everything he ever wanted after the few weeks they had. “Don’t be.” he replied back. “I overreacted and the whole thing completely blew over.” He forced a smile, but it faded away as his fear of losing her crept up slowly. Katia’s calming gesture caused him to let go completely, as he carefully held her and place his chin on top of her head while allowing the tears to free fall. It sucked to think of the what ifs and even though he was beyond grateful the worse didn’t happen, it was the possibility of it happening that got him the most.

Inhaling her scent, he felt a wave of calmness wash over him as he listened to her speak. “Next time we fight, let’s just give ourselves 24 hours to cool down and meet in the middle?” It was a small suggestion and it all depended on the situation, but they’ve been through so much that something simple as this should be achievable. “Tia. I won’t let that happen to you ever again.” Yuri was determined in taking the bullet for her should the situation arise. Once he heard her cough, he lets go of Katia and reached for the glass of water that was next to their bedside. “Careful…” Yuri then returned the smile and added, “Well I’ll always be here okay? And even when we’re apart. Council Woman Asli will drop by to assist you some days when I’m at work. She’s been helpful in damage control and ensuring this doesn’t reach authorities or press.” 

Yuri ended up displaying the same confusion as soon as Katia mentioned her actual demise. A werewolf surviving a silver bullet were slim to none, but here she was on the road to recovery. “I know…I’m just as confused.” admitted the werewolf and he was a paramedic in a supernatural town too. “Let’s not focus on what could have happened. Not many wolves have that chance.” His voice was low and as soon as she mentioned Luke, he immediately fell silent. Anger boiled over him as he didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t want to take out his hatred for his cousin on her. “Why would you say that?” Communicate. He needed to communicate and not assume.

Katia hold onto Yuri as if her life depended on it. Her arms wrap around his torso and moves to hide her face into the crook of his neck, doing her damned best to get as close to him as she possibly could. She’s missed this over the last couple of weeks. She’s missed him. She’s missed him so much that she didn’t realize she was emotionally aching because of it until now. Now, she was able to relax and breathe. “It was dumb.” She states blatantly, but through the tears, Katia gives a lighthearted laugh. “It was so, so stupid... When it comes down to it... I think we were both just scared. That’s the part I don’t think is stupid, though.” Katia nods in agreement. “I like that plan... Actually, can we bring it down to twelve hours? I don’t want to go a full day without talking to you ever again.” She admits groggily. “I know... That’s what scares me.” Katia says as a whisper after a quiet moment, blinking against the darkness of his shirt. Feeling him shift away slightly she does her best in keeping close to him as much as possible, but it doesn’t really work out in the end when he moves back to his original spot, pushing the two wolves together closer than before, but a little more awkward. Katia doesn’t bother moving even though she’s more or less now laying on Yuri’s chest. “That woman is an angel.  We’re very lucky to have her on our side. I’m so glad Yas and Marek found each other.”

“Hope tends to be a fickle thing.” pointed out Thalia as if she was speaking from experience. Katia would know this too. She was sure that she had hopes of her own that were crushed. She can keep up the sass now that the she-wolf was asking her hard hitting questions. The anger that radiated off her sister caused Thalia to smirk, before letting out a light hearted laugh. “I guess you can say the moment my parents were killed to protect him.” she mused. “But that’s the whole fucking point Fianait. I want him to believe he has me wrapped around his finger. I want him to assume I’m doing his bidding.” A soft smile graced her lips, too eerie for someone who was being used. “To put it simply, I’m using him and now I get a break. This isn’t Ibiza or Bali, but as long as I’m far away and not breathing the same air as him, then I’m good.” She then looked straight into Katia’s eyes and manifested the anger she was displaying her. “If you think that’s going to fuck with my feelings and mindset, then think again. It’s adorable though, you’re truly his daughter—you’re no better than him.” 

She admires the she-wolf’s determination. “An injury from a silver bullet is the least of your worries.” pointed out the fae. “If you want to be naive, then go ahead.” She had no idea what was coming to her. Xenos wasn’t someone you could shake off easily. “I don’t care about you. What I care about is my peace of mind.” Her lips curled into a sardonic smile as she shook her head in disappointment. “It’s going to go down that path regardless. Once Xenos has his mind set on something, he doesn’t give in. The fact that you’re no longer a royal, serves his purpose to intervene. I’ll send him your regards though. He’ll be absolutely ecstatic that you’re living in the earth realm for good..”

Thalia isn’t wrong. Hope is fickle. Hope can be trampled and forgotten, or merely overridden by a plethora of fear and depression. Thalia isn’t right, either. To have hope is to want an outcome that makes your life better in some way. It’s the sense of protection that something good will eventually come. That there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark of path you’re on. The feeling of sadness coursed through Katia, hearing that Thalia’s parents had died protecting Xeno’s. She wanted to know more. Learn more, but now wasn’t the best time. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She settles on saying to Thalia with honesty, but she doesn’t understand Thalia’s deception. So, she was just on his side to... Get whatever she wanted? “Don’t call me that,” Katia says quickly when referred to her fae never for the second time. Thalia doesn’t get to call her that. Katia assumes she has her answer when Thalia begins to explain wanting to get away from their father. But with the scrunching of her brows, it’s clear that she’s still trying to put to pieces together. She simply doesn’t get why anyone would want to go through all of this trouble to get away from one person. Why put up with them for so long? Just leave. Leave and never look back. “You are doing his bidding. You’re here, are you not? On my doorstep, trying to lead me to him. What happens when I don’t go to him? What happens to you if I keep refusing?” Thalia’s anger catches Katia off guard, but she doesn’t back down. “And you would know, Thalia,” She responds calmly, her features stone-like and neutral. She’s been around him the most. Playing the long game. Learning from him.

This was likely to be a mistake, it was. Nobody on duty seemed to have recognized him yet, anyway - family members, or familiar nurses. Fionn could be grateful for that much, and keep his hat low, and his eyes down. Didn’t need a big stir about last time, did he? That unfortunate occasion where he’d ducked out a window, fees unpaid. No, he didn’t need trouble, and anyone knowing him would be that. Didn’t need it at all. Not when he could feel that fever crawling around in his stomach, prickling away those red, angry stitches. Fionn was no bloody doctor, but he wasn’t an entire fool. This was past sleeping off. Or drinking over. 

And he’d promised her. Fiona. 

So he came along, when the signs did. Signs of infection. He’d nodded along, back in that bar booth, as she’d very dutifully warned him of what to expect - she’d needed to, hadn’t she? The nurse in her. Or the daughter. Both. But he did know. You live a thousand years, and some, in the places he had, the ways he had, and… well, you see things, don’t you? Fionn had lived them, too. More often than he wanted her to know, so. He hadn’t. 

Didn’t want to give much thought at all to how often he’d be doing that, in the days to come. When the gravity of guilt pulled him back her way. Guilt, and the memory, the memories, now, of those too-alike eyes. Bright, and hoping.

Fuck. 

He paced away from the thought, because he’d sworn not to run, and they wouldn’t let him smoke. Round and round, in that cramped, fluorescent room. Until the warm, sickly ache in his guts and the light and the hours since he’d last had a drink started to go to his head, and set him down, lax-limbed, in the nearest chair. His chest fell, the breath gone out a raggedy, poor thing. Rose. Fell again, then he was squirming, moving about. Pausing, as a woman down the way got curious. Wan, weary, she looked. Well, they were in a fucking hospital. Stood to reason. Fionn gave her a ponder, then - lied, as per usual. With a pained smile, and no malice at all. “Ah, ran with scissors.” He mimed a good stab, two fingers jabbing towards his ribs, down. “I was warned, and all…” With a sigh, and a feeble laugh - at the sheer unlikeliness of his own survival, honestly, had to have a sense of humor about these things - he tried to settle in for the long, long wait. Failed miserably. “How about you, then? Tragic stapler run-in, was it? Ravaged by feral cats? Have to keep an eye out, for those. Sly bastards.”

When the stranger first explains how she got to the hospital, she simply stares at him, save for the small furrowing of her brows, and slowly slouches more into her seat. A look settles on her features, one that shows she doesn’t believe him, but she never says it outright.  -- - Well, that’s until she casually blurts out as she reaches for a magazine, “Working here, we learn a lot of lies from patients. ‘ I ran into a doorknob, ’ ‘ I eat a full serving of fruit a day,’ ... ‘I ran with scissors,’”- She peaks over the magazine to gauge the man’s reaction for a quick moment, then decides to look away. “You don’t have to tell me anything, obviously. I just hope that’s not what you plan on telling your doctor. If anything, tell them you got jumped. - Actually, no. Then they’ll bagger you about getting the police involved. Never mind. You actually know what you’re doing. Go with the scissors-thing.” Katia sighs, tossing the magazine back on the table. Her pain medication has definitely kicked in by now which made sense to all of her rambling. Katia was also excited that there was someone here that look just as worse off her.

“Me?” She asks, looking back over to the man. Like him, she wasn’t going to tell the truth. Slowly, a smile graces her lips as she looked away, around the room, in thought. She has to laugh at his suggestions though. Her shoulders shake gently. “No. No feral cats. They are sly, though. Naturally, too. You have to give them that. -- - Sleeping walking. Fell right into a glass table. It’s a miracle I made it out alive.” Katia looks at the man then, keeping a grin. After what had happened with Luke, Katia was a little confused about how she now thought about people. She thought she was a good judge of character, now, that had been slightly skewed, as much as she hated to think it. This man before her now, though... Well, he seemed like fun. A bit of a mess. But she couldn’t talk unless she was going to say the same thing about herself because, without a doubt, she is too.

Time: 6:10pm

Location: Katia & Yuri’s porch

@katiakjar

Rumors aren’t something she considers a basis for fact, but that doesn’t mean she ignores them. No, there’s a kernel of truth to them and Odette pays attention to those. Let everyone else turn a blind eye to Katia Kjar’s evident distress, but she will not. She owes her friend that much, even if their conversations are through texts more often than not these days; time makes no difference with a bond like theirs, forged through the Winter Festival that became Lethe’s first mess. Katia’s problems are her problems, just as Odette’s are Katia’s, and the idea that Katia is suffering, or hurt, or any other combination of horrid things and Odette is not the wiser draws her down the winding path to Katia’s cottage.

Its no hardship to find where they live, even if they’d gone to great pains to keep it hidden. She hesitates on the threshold, unsure. Yuri Sokolov is a strange sort, one of the Sokolov’s she only sees on occasion, and she isn’t sure if she’s here to threaten him for letting Katia get hurt - she snorts at the idea - or to threaten Katia for getting hurt herself. No matter, she thinks, lifting her fist and knocking once, a little lightly and a little politely. “I’m respecting your privacy by knocking, but I know you’re home and I’d rather just be told you don’t want to talk,” she says, arms crossing at the lack of response and a heavy frown crossing her face. “Your lights are on still and the curtains moved, you’re doing a horrid job pretending to be absent.” Odette steps to the window and knocks on it this time. “I don’t have superhuman strength, I can’t break down your door and I’m not rude enough to try.” 

Katia, to put it frankly, was in a lot of pain. It’s been a couple of days since Emira had come by and reopened her wound and she had to go to the hospital to get it cleaned and stitched back up. Now back at the cabin, from here, she didn’t know where to go. Yuri has been Yuri. Which means he has been the most fantastic person in all of this while making sure she was comfortable... It also meant that he was watching her like a hawk twenty-four-seven, probably to make sure she wasn't going to do anything spontaneous, as he has put nicely. For the most part, she was overwhelmed. Between what had happened with Emira, what had happened with Luke, her adoptive sister rolling into town, and feeling like she has messed up big time, she didn't know how to fix anything and it was bothering her. It didn't help that she and Yuri also thought it would be best that she low, considering Anya thought she was dead. Especially now that she’s also injured, Katia figured that taking a few weeks off work would be good. At the time, staying away seemed like a good idea, but Katia was already going stir crazy with her thoughts. She thought about money, which wasn’t and issue, even though she did feel bad that financially everything was leaning on Yuri, but being with her thoughts and her guilt and her anxiety was making Katia less than happy. She felt like she couldn't win.