: Things Left Unsaid :

[Enver Marshall II]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

This RP is set on Sunday 17th November 2013 in Aithne Asylum.

Enver: Getting out of this place had been easier than the other times. A trick he had learned thanks to one of the guides a few months back. He was out at the morgue and his first reaction was to let her know he was back. Only, he realized just how naked he was because he was getting stares from some guy down the block. Like coming back naked wasn't a masquerade break in itself. Only further proof of the reason why the bounty system was flawed, in his mind. However, those thoughts could wait. He needed clothes and quick too. The male ducked into the Morgue, riffled through a lost and found box and found a pair of shorts. They weren't shorts that would do him any justice either. They were short as hell and barely fit him. Enver thought he heard them rip on the side as he pulled them up around his waist. "Whatever." He muttered, tossed the shirts around, being one was a kid's shirt and the other was some blouse and decided to just go around town in shorts. Once outside, he took a running jump over the river, then headed to where he was sure she'd be. She knew he was coming back and that she would be the first one he would look for. The male who was now sporting a few new scars pushed open the home door, set off the sensor and called out her name hoarsely. "Keara?"

Keara: She was dressed in one of her usual outfits and was seated on the floor, sketching on a piece of paper with Hannah still tied to the bed. She’d been doing her best to ignore the female, occasionally gagging her just so she could be sure of some quiet time on which to try and focus on her drawings. They were getting better, but then that might have been due to the fact that she was starting to get used to Enver being away. Not that she liked it, but the pain of his absence had lessened, as every passing day was one day less she’d have to wait to see him; not that she knew when that would be. She just trusted him when he had said it would be soon. When she heard the front door open she pulled her laptop round and peered at the security feed. She was more than a little surprised to see Enver there and was so overcome with excitement to see him that she didn’t even notice his attire or lack thereof. She scrambled for her scroll on the dressing table and used it to get downstairs, as the elevator just wasn’t going to be fast enough. Appearing behind him, she leapt on his back and wrapped her arms around him. “Here you are,” she said as she hugged him tightly.

Enver: He waited and it seemed to be forever he was waiting. He promised he would be back tonight. Did she get tired of waiting around for him? Had something happened to her? What if they had killed her? The very thought of that possibility had the male clenching his jaw and fist. But then, there she was, or so he hoped as someone claimed his back for their own personal playground. When she spoke, the fist that was clenched together tightly, lost its grip. "Here I am." He croaked out, while she was still on his back. While the hug should have said a lot for the male, he was greedy. He wanted more and he'd been thinking of it for the better part of half a week at least! He reached around, and felt her arm, which only infused his thoughts and feelings. He spun around in a blur with the aid of the killer ability. "I'm home." He muttered as his other hand slipped under her jaw and moved to claim what was his. Her lips.

Keara: She was smiling to hold him, and not her usual quirky smile, a proper smile, not that he could see it from where she sat. As she held him she started to become acutely aware of the fact that his chest was bare which begged the question as to what, if anything he was wearing? She didn’t have much time to think on that however as he moved with a speed she had not predicted, so that she now sat facing him. His words made her smile but then he surprised her yet again, not only through the way he touched her but through the claiming of her lips. A few seconds passed before she realised what was going on and what she’d in fact likely started and she began trying to pull away. “No!” she exclaimed and struck him across the face with an open hand. The moment it connected with his skin she pulled it back and cupped her mouth with both hands, her legs still round his waist. “Sorry,” she exclaimed softly, conflicted about having hit him. “I…” she reached out with the offending hand and gently touched the area she’d just assaulted. “Sorry.”

Enver: He anticipated this sort of reaction, but it was worth it. More than worth it. While it made him feel a variety of things, amusement, anger and even a tinge of arousal, was it? He growled lightly, from which of the three feelings he wasn't sure, but whatever it was he was feeling it from the top of his head, to his toes. He heard her apologies, but they were lost on him as he chuckled and moved again. This time, her back was on a wall. He was conflicted. He wanted to kiss her, but at the same time, he understood her reaction more or less. "I just missed you." He said quietly, his forehead on hers, as he all but trapped her against the wall as he debated risking kissing her again. The hand that had once been on her back was now against the wall, using it to break as much physical contact as he'd allow in the circumstance to better try and gain control of his desires. "Sorry." He muttered softly.

Keara: She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard him growl before, or if she had perhaps she hadn’t paid much attention but with the distance between them somewhat narrowed compared to normal, this one didn’t escape her attention. She considered it was due to the fact that she slapped him but he was soon laughing at her or the situation or possibly both. The thoughts were still echoing in her mind when she found herself pressed up against the wall, at which point she started to squirm a bit as she now had little to no space to move. When he leant his head on hers she froze and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to slap him again but she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to stand being held by him. In one way it was nice, as she hadn’t felt him near her in a week but in another way it was scary and made her want to push him away and run as fast she could. Just which reaction it would be she wasn’t sure, her hands having made their own decision to be ready in case, as they now rested on his shoulders.

Enver: He registered her squirming around and was about to put her down when she stopped moving when Enver tried resist kissing Keara again. With her eyes closed and the fact she wasn't trying to smack him silly, Enver decided that giving her another kiss would be alright by her. The hand on the wall caressed the side of her cheek, trailed slightly over her lower lip and made his move. His lips crashed against hers, his hand on the side of her head, the other on her thigh as he kept her wrapped around him. A week without her physical form in his arms had been pure hell and he wanted to have what he missed again, right here, right now.

Keara: Her instincts were still battling it out when his hand brushed across her face, making her skin come alive as it did. Her hands began to apply pressure against his shoulders and then once more his lips were on hers. This time her senses went into absolute overdrive and she accidentally on purpose bit into his lower lip to stop him from going any further. Then with all the strength she possessed she pushed him back as she tried to get her feet back on the floor. In doing so she began to pound against his chest with the side of her closed fists. “Do this you cannot to me.” The tone of her words were odd, as while she was protesting his actions, there was an almost sad whimpering that lay beneath it. She had wanted him home so badly and now here she was pushing him away. She was disappointed in herself as in that moment she no longer had any idea of what she wanted or how to go about getting it.

Enver: He felt the pressure of her hands on his shoulders, but it wasn't enough to stop Enver from showing Keara how damn much he missed her. Not until she bit him, which only wanted him to kiss her more. His body pushed against hers, even as she pushed against him, trying to keep contact with her. It had been too long since he had her in his arms, even if it was just in the daylight hours. The beating on his chest was what made him reel back, frustrated as hell. Her words confused him? Do what? He wasn't doing much of anything! "I just wanted to-" The hold on her slackened, until she was on her feet and the male had stepped back a few feet. "I wasn't going to-" He ran a hand through his hair, mad and confused. "I wasn't going to force myself on you or anything." He growled out as he paced.

Keara: He was pacing, something she frequently saw him do. He was mad at her and she understood that as she was mad at herself too. “I…” she began trying to get him to look at her. “Please…” she moved into his path, her hands on his chest to bar him from walking any further in that direction. “Think that I did not,” she said her eyes searching his. “Think that I never would…Only…” she sighed and her hands fell loose at her sides. “Confuse me you do, and…conflicted I am.” She wanted to explain so badly but she just didn’t know the words to say. She bit her lower lip as her gaze wandered over his bare chest, noting a new scar on his abdomen and another along the inside of his arm. She wanted to run her hand over them to feel the knitted flesh but she didn’t, instead she forced herself to look at the floor, whereupon she finally took note of his attire and a subtle noise in the form of a laugh escaped her lips.

Enver: Confusion. She wasn't the only one. He cleared his throat, looked down at her and nodded his head. Their eyes met for a second before she looked away at the ground his temper slowly subsiding. He wasn't sure why he said what he had, because in the back of his mind, he knew Keara would do this, maybe more, if things had gotten out of control. So he sighed and let his arms drop to his sides at about the time she laughed? What was she laughing at? He looked down to where her eyes were, then realized what was so funny. He must have looked like an idiot! But he didn't want to waste a second seeing her, even if he looked like this. "I didn't stop at the boat. Or anywhere, really." He admitted, chuckling himself. "I had to," He cleared his throat. "Keep my promise. I said I'd come find you."

Keara: As his temper cooled and he laughed, she reached out and took his left hand in her right, her thumb rubbing his fingers gently. Her left hand went to her lips as she could still feel him there and it was the oddest sensation she’d ever felt as her ambivalence surrounding the situation only served to confuse the sensation further. “Time had you proper attire to find,” she gave him her usual smile. “Minded I would not have to wait a few moments longer. A t-shirt in your size I may have…though doubt I do if trousers in your size I could find.” His hand in hers felt almost natural but having said what she needed to, she moved to take it back, her left hand once more playing on her lips.

Enver: Time? Of course they had time! They were vampires for crying out loud! Didn't she understand? He was battling shouting at her, which wasn't really her fault at all, because she probably didn't know, because he hadn't told her. So all the shouting would be for his own lack of communication. Something he couldn't blame her for. He shrugged, not caring about the shirt of the pants. However, when she moved to take her hand back, he didn't let her. He instead raised it and brushed his lips on the top of it, as per their custom. When that was done and her hand released, he noticed then that his lip was bleeding as there was a faint smear of red on the top her hand. "Remind me never to get on your bad side." He winked at her, his own hand going to his lips to brush the blood away.

Keara: She hadn’t noticed how hard she’d bitten him or that she’d drawn blood, and she was now biting her own lip so hard that that too was in danger of being pierced. The pain kind of helped her though, as it helped to push away the touch of his hand on her cheek and the feel of his lips on hers and she could recall it all with such clarity that it was almost like it was happening all over again. “Enver…” she began when she finally found her words again. “Why did you kiss me so?” A part of her knew it was stupid question to ask but they had an agreement and she had boundaries and he had all too readily crossed them in what she could only imagine was a moment of madness.

Enver: He cleared his throat and let the hand drop once again. It wasn't as if running a hand over it would heal it any. "Why?" His tone sounded baffled as he couldn’t understand why she asked him that. "Because." He said, as if that were the final answer to everything, even though he knew it wasn't. "I wanted to show you." He expanded on the first one word answer, but knew it wasn’t much of an explanation at all, truth be told. Part of him was hoping she'd accept it anyways.

Keara: “Because?” she whispered. “Show me what?” she asked. Again, she should have known, it should have been obvious but to her words were just as effective as actions, especially in a relationship such as this, as that was all she really knew. She and Ven shared a deep affection for one another, deeper than anything she could have described and never once did he seize her the way Enver had.

Enver: "Because." He nodded his head after repeating her. He groaned softly at her question, not sure how to put it in to words. Give the guy a script and he'd knock your socks off. Try and figure out his own life and say what he needed to? Couldn't wing it for the life of him. "That I missed you." He said. "That the last week had been hell not seeing you. The real you." He looked away, his jaw clenching together, then moved to change their discussion on her. "Why does that confuse you?"

Keara: “Understand that I do. Missed you too I did. Confuses me that does not. Much time spent we in each other’s company before. When gone you were, different it all felt. Concentration more difficult for me has been with you there. Sought you out I did for your voice to hear. Confusion within me lies,” she fleetingly placed a hand over her heart as she said the word within. “Confuse me you do too yes…but meant I did that confusion within me you create. Want I do close to you to be but fear also I do to be so close. If sense that makes?”

Enver: He listened then nodded. Even though he wanted to say no. No, he didn't understand. How could she be so excited one second, then so scared the next? Maybe he was being selfish. No, he was being selfish and he knew it, but he had to kiss her. He thought that if he did that, that she would know exactly how he felt and what he thought about when he was in that place. "Is it because of that other guy? Or because I'm an Allurist?" He looked back at her face, wanting to see what was written on it as she answered the questions posed. One, he could work around, the other? Not so much.

Keara: “Why would your path to me matter?” she asked confused as to what role he thought that played in her emotions. “And…mean you Ven?” She went quiet as she pondered that particular question, were her issues because of him, she shrugged slightly as she decided she didn’t think it was because of him either. “Ven and I never this way were,” she admitted without any hint of shame or embarrassment. “Things different were then. Explained that I have. Allowed we were not any other sort of relationship to have. Able then I was though in his arms to rest when awake I was. Though blame I do the accursed realm for state of being now. An effort I am making, does it not show?” She sounded a little hurt in her last question as she really was doing everything that she was capable of.

Enver: He nodded his head at her question. "I know. And it does." He sighed, knowing how far she had come and it meant a lot to him. "I'm sorry. I couldn't think of doing anything else when I saw you." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm trying." He said quietly. "I was just so god damn happy to see you. Like this." He put his hand down at his side again. "I'm just glad to be back. Back to things being the way they were. Before this happened."

Keara: She was glad to hear that he thought she was making an effort. She knew she could probably force herself to do more but it still honestly scared her to be this close to another person. He’d kissed her and to her it was as if they had skipped a step, as she was still unable to wrap her arms around him. Or was she? She hadn’t had any issue when it came to jumping on his back, though in her mind that was more of an attack than anything affection orientated. Though…there was one way to test that theory. “Wish to try something I do,” she stepped closer to him. “Though if attack you I do, sorry for that I am.” She tentatively placed her arms around him and as she lay her hands on his back, and pressed herself against him, she was quite clearly shaking.

Enver: He laughed at her words. Not because he was laughing at her, but the idea of them doing anything without her attacking him wasn't something he thought about. It seemed inevitable to him, not that he minded much, or at all. He wasn't sure what she was going to try, so he just stood there as she wrapped her arms around him. One of his arms went around her out of instinct and familiarity, until she started shaking. His other arm moved from his side and up, so that his hand could brush against her cheek, hoping that would comfort her in some mannerism. "This is nice." He said, even if it was awkward to have someone trembling in his arms. But making a big deal about might have had her retracting her experiment. "Good, even."

Keara: It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience, once more she was quite conflicted by the experience. She’d wanted him near her all week and now they were almost too close. For most the state of his undress would have made things worse but Keara paid no attention to the fact that she had her cheek pressed to his chest. The hand that he used to comfort her had quite the opposite affect though and she slapped at his back and turned her face to the other side in protest. In fact as she hugged him now, she was subconsciously digging her nails into his skin.

Enver: The biting of her nails in his skin almost made him think that she wasn't ready. It was a strong reaction and unexpected, used to her slapping him in some form or another. But, he wanted this. There it was again, that selfish streak in him. And in his mind, she needed this. The hand on her cheek dropped away, because he had no choice and pressed it against her back, fighting her with every ounce of strength he had in him. "This is nice." He said again, even if his hold was more forceful then before. "It's just a hug."

Keara: “I know,” came a breathless sounding reply, her nails pressing deeper as he tightened his grip upon her. She closed her eyes and tried to get herself to calm down but no matter what she thought it didn’t seem to stop and so she was soon struggling against his arms. She growled as she tried to push him away from her.

Enver: His arms almost slacked off from around her when he felt her nails push in against him, but he held on to her. That was, until she started moving all around, making the marks in his back grow bigger and deeper. "God damn it." He growled out, more so from the pain then the fact she was wanting to get away from him. An arm dropped, but only to try and find one of her arms with his hand, so he could pull it away from his back. "Trust me." He moved his hand up the length of hers to find the hand that connected to it and twined their hands together. "I'm not going to hurt you. Or leave you. Not if I can help it." He rested his chin against the side of her head, struggling to keep her there in his arms.

Keara: It wasn’t until his hand sought hers that she became aware of what she’d been doing, which made her freeze once more. She knew she should continue to pull away from him, push him away from her but she didn’t. He still wanted her there and that was enough to settle her as she tried to figure out what exactly it was that she was doing. She couldn’t bring herself to speak and so she spoke to him via an equally familiar manner when she connected to his mind. ‘That not my fear is. Fear only I do for relationship that unfamiliar is to me. Fear increased is, by fact that know I do not, how any other way to be.’ As much as they confused one another, Keara always did her best to make herself as easy to understand as possible, even if that did mean voicing things she’d rather keep to herself.

Enver: He laughed when he heard her thoughts, which again, almost had him dropping his hands from around her. "It's sort of unfamiliar to us both, yeah?" He grinned wide at that. "So, I'm kind of in uncharted waters myself." He wouldn't go in to further detail than that, but this sort of relationship wasn't like any other he'd been in on a few levels. "Maybe it's best not to be how everyone else is or what's typical. So long as you're being yourself. Which I like. Otherwise we'd not be here, yeah?" His chin found the top of her head and rested there.

[Keara Aithne]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Keara: She wanted to ask him how exactly this was unfamiliar to him too as he’d been married and eternally bound but she had the feeling that perhaps she should drop the subject. If he was saying that this was unfamiliar to him then she’d trust him in that, after all he had no reason to lie. They were still clinging to one another when she suddenly felt the overwhelming need to escape his embrace at which point she didn’t just try to pull away, she succeeded. “Be myself I always shall be. Though still learning I am what that here is.” Even as she spoke her demeanour changed and a look of anger flashed in her eyes and she slapped him for seemingly no reason. “That for duelling is,” she clarified before striking him again. “And that for leaving is the way in which you did. Do that again you may never. Okay?”

Enver: Something was going to happen. He could sense it. Feel the tides changing as she spoke. A slap crossed his face, then a second, the male completely unaware of where the hell that came from. Here they were, seconds before doing whatever the hell they were doing for their relationship and she's going on about duelling? "Really?" He rubbed at his jaw. "I used to be pretty decent at it. At least with my bare hands. Got lazy with all the running of businesses. And I wasn't about to be mobbed while resting with you. Again." His eyes narrowed slightly. "And sure. Next time I'll give you a proper kiss before going off like that again." A cheeky grin pulled on the corner of his lips.

Keara: “And wonder you do why wanted I you to train in the gauntlet,” she huffed as she actually folded her arms across her chest for a moment and seized him up. At least he hadn’t gone all moody on her like he usually did when she struck him. Perhaps they were developing a comfortable pattern of attack and retreat? “Slap you again I should for all the trouble your thrall has been,” she sighed and practically rolled her eyes as she spoke of Hannah and at that she reached out with her right hand, took a hold of his left and made a move towards the elevator. “Your problem she is now.”

Enver: His thrall! He had almost forgotten about Hannah being here, oddly enough. "She's not really a problem." He muttered as they moved to the elevator. "You know, I've got a good idea. Each slap you give me, is reciprocated with a kiss. Sweetens the deal, really." He made his way inside the elevator, his hand, since she initiated the hand holding of sorts, squeezing hers, due to his sudden cheeky mood.

Keara: "That much luck I believe you do not have," she retorted to his idea of exchanging slaps for kisses. “Teach you bad habits that would too. As begin to associate one with the other you would. Making either my attacks upon you pleasurable or your kisses for me a punishment.” She was right of course, action and reaction was a tricky thing and she’d seen many animals changed through the rewarding of good behaviour and the ignoring of bad. She’d heard people comment on children requiring a similarly firm hand but she had no such experience in that. Even with her childe, they were pretty much fully formed before they got to her and they either adjusted or faded away, there was no middle ground. As they entered her room, she went straight for her dresser drawer and began rummaging for one of the larger t-shirts she owned and sometimes slept, or painted in.

Enver: He scoffed at her words. "My kisses aren't that bad." He grumbled, eyes narrowing on her. "We could have a redo, if you found yourself a little too confused." He inched closer to her, as if he were really going to do it, but the male found himself more irritated with the idea that she would think his signs of affection as punishment. He didn't get too close to her by the time the door opened, just enough to threaten her more or less. She led them to her room, the male's eyes still narrowed as he focused on her back. "I don't really need a shirt. Not like we get cold." He cracked, his eyes wandering around the room, making note of everything that was the same or different in her room

Keara: "Clothes you need if round the city wander you will. Though guess perhaps I you somewhere can send when ready you are. Perhaps..." she looked up at him as she grabbed a tye died number she'd bought off of Alex. It almost sounded as if she were talking about the t-shirt in her hands but then she gestured to Hannah. "Remove her gag you should. Likely dying to speak she is." She couldn't stop the quirky smile that played on her lips from the use of the word dying in that sentence. She hated this woman with almost every fibre of her being.

Enver: He had seen his thrall and just presumed she was sleeping in Keara's bed until Keara made it known she wasn't. Gagged?! And was she even tied to the bed? "What the hell, Keara?" He moved to the bed, forgetting about the idea of the shirt and anything else, really. "Is she even alive?" He shook Hannah, which caused the woman to stir a little. "Why would you do this?" He looked back at Keara, confused more than ever. "Did she try and hurt you?"

Keara: ""Keara nodded. “Tried she did. Noisy she was also. Let her blood I did for her calm to keep. Shouted at me she did. Called me crazy. Showed her I did that I no reflection had, showed her property of my blood, summoned even I did a fadebeast and still believed she did not that return you would. Tried only to run. Let her go I could not. Our secret too important is. And no such tone want I from you to hear again. Did what I had to I did. Grateful you should be that a corpse she is not.” She threw the t-shirt onto the bed and started tidying up her room, suddenly aware of the fact that the place was a mess.

Enver: He definitely knew she wasn't crazy, but this was a little extreme! "Let her blood?" That sounded bad, he wasn't real sure what that meant, but anything with blood and humans couldn't be good. He grumbled as he worked his thrall's ties off, eyes on Keara as she moved around. "I'm not wearing that god damn shirt." He nodded his head at the tie-dyed shirt. "I'm not going around town, so no need to." He would ask Hannah what happened later and try to figure out what happened between the two women while he was gone. Meanwhile, with his eyes on Keara, he saw her cleaning up the massive amounts of drawings in her room. He moved away from his thrall, when he thought he saw a drawing of himself. "Was that me?" He made a move to grab for the most recent drawing she had picked up to inspect it.

Keara: She shook her head when he complained about the t-shirt, she didn’t exactly have any male clothes just hanging around the place since she wasn’t the sort to have had a string of forgetful exes. “Yes,” she replied about the drawing, letting him inspect the one he was reaching for. “And my fault it is not that you no clothes here have. Perhaps address that you should.”

Enver: He never had someone draw him before. He looked it over, not sure what to say or think. "It's not bad. You could go in to a living doing this. Make lots of money." He clarified before he snorted at her. "Well, it isn't my fault. Bringing clothes to someone's place sort of signifies something these days." He cleared his throat. "Something we weren't until recently."

Keara: She gave him one of her smiles when he said she could likely do it for a living. "Done that before I have. More interesting things have I in this time to do...And...were not past tense is, meaning that now we are. So, clothes here you should leave." She plucked the drawing back and continued tidying up. “Restore her blood I can when ready you are. Then no real damage done was.” She paused looked up and him nodded. “Yes?”

Enver: "I think you could have just locked the door." He said after he had given a nod of his head. Logically she was right, but Hannah had been a damn good secretary for a while now. There was a connection between the two of them mostly because he knew she wouldn't try and kill him. "And yeah, past tense. I'm not real sure you know what you're suggesting though." He rubbed at his jaw, not wanting to give her the wrong idea on things. "Sometimes it means people are living together. The most obvious of the two. Or, sometimes it means people are sleeping together. Se-uh, intimate." He ran a hand through his hair as he said that, then cleared his throat.

Keara: “Trust locks I do not. Tricky frail creatures are. Best was for her and I that she restrained was. Said some nasty things she did.” She placed a stack of pictures in the corner of the room and then went about cleaning up her art supplies. “Think I do not that clothes such things imply. A garment a garment is, nothing more. No issue have I if you your clothes here wish to leave. Make room for you I shall. Rest here sometimes we do. So good for you that will be. If change you can. Then perhaps some of my clothes on your boat I can place. As nearest home I there have in the sewers is, and clothes keep I there.” Her voice was totally calm and matter of fact as she spoke, she didn’t see what Enver was so worried about. She knew he was uncomfortable about something as she was beginning to recognise his tells.

Enver: "How many drawings did you do? And what are they of?" He was curious what she had been doing the whole week while he was gone, even if he shook his head and chuckled at her logic again. Keara had her own sort of logic and if she wanted something, she'd dance perfect circles around you to get what she wanted and there'd be no way of arguing it. Until she said something about his boat. "My boat? Lady?" He ran a hand through his hair, not sure how he liked that idea. "Maybe you can keep some things in my place above the theatre." He suggested, wondering her thoughts on that.

Keara: She shrugged. “Matters not to me. Return home I always can I guess. My tome usually with me is.” She wasn’t offended by his statement and as she thought more on the subject she realised that it really didn’t matter anyway, unlike him she could return home at will and even if she forgot her tome she had the ability to teleport herself anywhere in the city. “Look you may,” she indicated to the pile and then repositioned some larger pieces she’d been working on.

Enver: "What's wrong with my theatre?" He bellowed out, thinking it was a good idea. She liked movies, he was going to take her to more of them and then they could just go upstairs and do other things. "Screw your tome." He glared, going over by her and forgetting about the mountain of pictures. "You want to keep clothes on my boat? Have at it. But you're keeping some at the theatre too." He grabbed her arms out of frustration. She'd just tome out whenever she wanted to if it suited her? Enver scoffed. "And not using that damn tome. If I'm staying here, I'm here. Same for you at my places."

Keara: His tone shocked her and she immediately stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. She cocked her head to the side and just listened as he ranted at her. When he grabbed her arms she had to resist the urge to knee him in the family jewels. Instead she counter attacked, sweeping his arms out and away from her own before grabbing them at the wrist and holding them in front of her palm up. “Know I do not why so upset you are. Matter it does not to me. Scatter you may my clothes across the city so long as know I do what where is. Now…if release you I do. Will you calmer be? Beginning to think that you too much time with your thrall have spent,” she said throwing his arms down and away from her as she released him. She then turned her back on him and continued what she had started.

Enver: She had him by the wrists, but he wasn't going to fight her, but her reaction stunned him. Was she worried he was going to do something to her? Physically? He had gotten rather loud, mostly because he'd been offended at her not wanting to be in his theatre. He was damn proud of the thing. His thrall? What the hell did his thrall have to do with any of this? "I was dead for the last week." He retorted. "What does Hannah have to do with any of this?" He moved besides her, grabbed another paper and looked it over. "Another one of me? These all aren't me, are they?" He looked at her sidelong, stunned. "Did you do anything else while I was gone?" He frowned, eyes still on the side of her face.

Keara: “Perhaps after you then she does take. Calm one moment, enraged the next. Keep up I cannot. And no. Some of Ven are. One I drew of my family too. My human one that is. Told you I did already,” she said as she brushed past him. “Unable to concentrate was I with you there. Strange this week for me has been.”

Enver: He snorted at her description of him and his thrall. They weren't anything alike in his mind. When she said the name Ven, Enver began to riffle through the drawings to find out what this guy looked like. Curious? Maybe. He'd never chalk it up to having an isue with his girlfriend still thinking about her ex that wasn't coming back. Because that'd be stupid, right? He sighed as she brushed past him, keeping distance between the two of them. "Sorry. About before. Lady's just been through a lot with me." He muttered, putting the picture of Ven down, far beneath the pile.

Keara: She had no idea what he was doing with her pictures and neither did she care, she’d done entirely too many and at some point she’d likely have to sort them out and get rid of the ones she didn’t like. “Told you I did that matters not to me where clothes I keep. Sure I am that space in my backpack made can be, if necessary.” The room was almost looking respectable though the TV was now facing the wall over by the bathroom, the cracked screen not being visible unless one went to check.

Enver: "In your backpack?" He frowned, not liking the way she was carrying on about this. "I've got furniture. I'll clear out a drawer or two for you." He cleared his throat, still looking around the room. He noticed the odd angle of the television, but didn't comment on it as he couldn't see the cracks on the screen. "Will you stop moving all around the room? I don't care how it looks." He muttered.

Keara: She was pretty much done with her room and cast her eyes over Hannah before going to sit on the corner of the bed. “Think otherwise I did not but seemed to me did that rather you would if I here my things kept,” she shrugged. “Much of what own I do unnecessary is, so…matters not. Make do I always can. Seen that of me you have. Cleaning room for you I was not. Now that here you are, clearer my mind is. Ven used to say did, that how I my chamber kept a reflection of my mind was. Saw that before I did not but now know I do that right in that he was.”

Enver: His teeth gritted together at the mention of Ven again. That guy. He almost said something along the lines of "Screw Ven," but bit his tongue and just cleared his throat as she finished talking. He processed what she had said, because in a sense she had more or less attributed how her room was, was because of him and not Ven. Even if she had name dropped him. "Hannah says she can tell how my mind is by how much whiskey is left in a bottle when I crack one open." He chuckled, then shrugged his shoulders. "I'll have a couple drawers cleared for you. I want you and your things in my places."

Keara: She nodded. “That arranged can be, “was her answer to keeping things at his. ”And heard I did that you a penchant for such things had. Though negatively so, if she to be believed is.” Keara was of course referring to the fact that Hannah had pretty much told her that Enver had issues with drink and drugs, though she still didn’t really know what that actually meant. It had been insignificant in the grander scheme of things that week but she was sure she’d figure it out eventually. “Imbibe such things I cannot, so understand their allure I do not,” she admitted freely, trying to change the subject away from where her clothes would be kept. “Are you sure you more comfortable would not be in this?” she said offering the t-shirt once more.

Enver: Now that he had won the battle of properties, his once tense posture had relaxed and the male let his eyes wander to Hannah. "She did?" He rubbed at his jaw, then coughed a little. "I wouldn't put it like that. Had, maybe. I'm sober. Sort of. I don't let things get out of control, as they used to get." He cleared his throat, then headed over to the bed and put on the shirt that probably made him look more ridiculous than it had before. "Thanks." he said, glad to get off the topic of his drinking and drug usage as he put it on over his head. "I'll make sure it gets back to you." He grinned down at her.

Keara: She couldn’t help but laugh for the second time that night, he did look silly but perhaps that was a good thing as his precious secretary might not view him in the same light after seeing him dressed like that. He didn’t look that bad all things considered, though he reminded her of one of those colourful gay guys she’d seen on TV, what with the tight shorts and t-shirt. She reached out with both hand, placing her fingertips on the hem to straighten the thing out like she did at a fitting in her shop. As he stood in front of her she looked up into his eyes and allowed herself a moment to practically drown in them; oh how she’d missed those dark eyes of his. “I…” she began, her words stolen from her in that moment.

Enver: She was laughing and, he was grinning from ear to ear. He liked her laugh, as rare as it was. When she laughed, it made him feel something. Like maybe he was the only one, or one of the few that could do that to her. When she fussed with his shirt, which was really her shirt, he laughed finally. He had to look like an ***! He looked away from the shirt, to her and held her gaze for a long minute as time passed between them. It was comfortable and something he could get used to. "You think I look like an idiot, right?" He winked down at her, a hand going around one of hers. His thumb trailed over the top of her hand, drinking in the feel of her flesh, as if he didn't believe she was here, or maybe that he was here. "Yeah. I missed you too. Missed this too." He said, eyes still on hers.

Keara: She bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands before pulling them back and laying them in her lap. She was thinking about the moment she saw him on the security feed and how excited she had been in that moment to have him back. She couldn't actually label the feeling she had but it was like something was stirring in her stomach and in a subconscious action, she placed a hand on her stomach. Was she going to be sick? Was that even possible? The look on her face now was one of pure confusion. It was then that she felt a foot in the small of her back. 'It' was waking up it seemed and protesting once more at being held captive, even though by now it should know better. The quick kick didn’t do much but it had caused Keara edge forward slightly. “Perhaps it time is her home to take?” she asked, not really wanting him to leave.

Enver: "Oh. Right." Again he had forgotten about Hannah for the obvious reasons. "I'll come back later? Unless you want to meet up somewhere else?" He had noticed her moving closer for whatever reason, so took the initiative to meet her half way. He stepped forward, reached out for her hand and nudged his head in his direction. "Come here." He tugged at her to pull her off the bed and in to his arms. "Thank you. For keeping me sane and focused in there. And trusting I'd be back. I'll always come back." He said without thinking there'd ever be the day he couldn't come back. "To you." He didn't hold her too long, just long enough to get his point across.

Keara: She wasn’t prepared to be pulled into his arms but pulled she was. She was still trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her stomach and so without thinking she slapped him hard across the face as he released her. As she scrambled back, shocked again by her own behaviour, she ended up seated on the bed once more, only this time she was sat on Hannah’s foot.

Enver: "Again?" His brows knitted together as a hand came up to his face to rub at the area she smacked him at for whatever reason. "Right. Well that was a freebie, so." The male trailed off, grabbed one of her arms and yanked her up to him. His mouth crushed against hers in the process, but it was more than fair in his mind. He hadn't done anything to deserve a slap, so he should, in his mind get something sweet in return. "Now. I'll go drop her off, and see you here. I think we've got a movie to finish or we could start a new one."

Keara: Not for the first time that night she froze and as he started to talk her hand went to her lips. This time she bit her lip in a different way, and ran her tongue over her lower lip where his mouth had been just moments before. Could she taste him? Was that possible? She released her lip and this time instead of striking him she teleported him across the city to his precious theatre. Turning her attention to his pet, she restored her blood and repeated the process, hoping that Enver would know to wait for it before going to change. With that she fell backwards onto the bed and ran her fingers over her lips. Why do people do that? She wondered.

Enver: Well, he hadn't expected that. The male wobbled, then collected himself before he looked around and saw his theatre behind him. He walked in and went for his hat, that wasn't there to tip it at Benny, before the kid looked at him as if Enver had lost his marbles wearing what he was wearing. "Long night boss?" Enver just put a hand up and bolted for the second floor to get the hell out of the clothes he was wearing, showered and waited for some sign to know if he should be staying put or going to her. She'd get over the kiss, or so he hoped.