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[catherinedaly]

date: 19 march 2019 location: orion’s house status: closed to @rafaellacapulet​

If you’d told Catherine Daly a year ago that she’d be visiting Rafaella Capulet--willingly--at Orion Massetti’s home, she’d laugh. There was no visiting the lioness that is the advisor, only reporting to her when demanded to. There was no attempt to work alongside the woman rather than bowing and revealing a tender underbelly. There was no connection to the Capulet woman, aside from the king they both decided to serve.

How times have changed.

It’s why she’s on her way to Massetti’s now, Apollo propped up against the door of the Maserati with his head poking out the window. She’s not been demanded to report to la consigliere, nor is she coming for work. Catherine is coming to see Rafaella with her own eyes--to make sure she’s truly home after a botched rescue attempt. 

The car purrs to a stop and the canine in the backseat begins to wiggle with excitement, for he knows they’ve reached their destination. She exits first and then retrieves Apollo, quick to hold his harness and latch the leash on before approaching the home. “Be good, per favore,” she says to her companion, anxiety bubbling in her chest as they approach the door.

What if Rafaella didn’t wish to see her? What if Rafaella didn’t wish to see Apollo? The women have never been close, though the finding of Remmy during la purga has bound them--loosely, of course, but still bound. That, coupled with the death of Stefano Mazzi and the ire Cat felt when Raf wasn’t a part of the Capulet retreat from Hotel Emelia a month ago, is enough for the blonde, who’s only recently begun to learn to love in a new way--fiercely, unapologetically, and violently if need be.

She’s sure Rafaella would be proud. She hopes so, at least.

The woman and dog enter the house and Apollo wishes to run free--to find Remmy, to find toys discarded around the home. And yet, Catherine keeps him close, hellbent on doing what she’s meant to do. She rounds a corner, knuckles knocking softly against an ajar door; Apollo’s muzzle forces through the crack, curiosity getting the best of him. Catherine follows suit, finally entering the room. 

At the sight of Raf, the black and brown dog tugs almost desperately against his harness, rearing to his hind legs and letting loose a loud whine. He’s missed Rafaella, too, but the captain swallows the sentiment, unsure of if her superior would be inclined to hear such a thing. “I hope you don’t mind, consigliere,” Catherine murmurs instead, reeling the German Shepard back to her with a faint half-smile, “but I decided to bring a guest. I think he knew I was coming to see you; Apollo—” who, at the sound of his name, barks— “doesn’t normally try to weasel past me to get out the door, but he did today.” Baby blue hues flit from dog to woman, curiosity and worry disguised by what she hopes is a reassuring sort of warmness. 

“Can we interest you with a bit of fresh air? We’re going for a walk.”