: It's beginning to get to me :

[Enver Marshall II]

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

This RP is set on Friday 22nd November 2013 in Oldtown Theatre.

Keara: She didn’t like when there was tension between them and since he’d returned there seemed to be no end of it. Things hadn’t been like that before he died, so she couldn’t work out what it was that was causing it now. She knew that when she was with him her emotions ran riot, something he kept trying to blame on his path, but she knew it had nothing to do with that. It was how she felt about him that had her all over the map emotionally and likely the same the other way around. In her desperation to understand herself as well as him, she seemed to be making things worse rather than better. Today would likely be no different but she couldn’t take it any longer and went to seek him out. She decided to go to his Theatre. She knew he likely wasn’t there but it didn’t matter, if she had too, she’d summon him to her so that they could talk through everything they couldn’t have done before sunrise came earlier that day. Tripping the alarm, having had to basically break in to the place, she crossed her arms, leant against the wall and waited.
Keara had been preparing herself for the moment they’d come face to face for several hours, as once again she was conflicted in her emotions. She was upset by the communication between them and knew they had yet more to discuss before things would come good between them. Part of her wanted to slap him for the tone she thought she’d read in his words but she knew that that was wrong, as even in person she found it difficult to figure him out at times. When the moment came, a few idle words passed between the pair as he tried to figure out how she’d gotten in there. How he hadn’t figured out she still had a few tricks he didn’t know about was beyond her, she’d done nothing but build up her strength and power base since returning from the realm she loathed. Now, having him before her she was met with a strange mixture of emotions that all seemed to contradict the others. So when she did react to his presence her actions were as much of a shock to her, as they were likely going to be to him. She grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket, pulled him towards her and then threw him up against the wall next to the door. Before he could react, she pressed in closer to him and blocking his body with her own, her hands grabbing at his lapels once more as she looked up into his eyes. “Likely much have we to talk about. But first…” she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes as one hand went up to the nape of his neck and pulled him towards her till their lips met. She didn’t hold contact with him for very long, but it was long enough for her to rid herself of some of her frustrations.

Enver: He'd been at some club in the Bullwood area, some place he'd never been in before. The male wasn't really doing anything-at least on the alcohol front. He had gone there, knowing she wouldn't really come in to a place that was crowded and the place was packed. It was Friday night after all. He was babysitting a whiskey sour when his phone buzzed on the metal table he was sitting at. He picked it up, looked at the notification and was off. She'd never been there before and truth was, he couldn't remember giving her a key. Since things weren't going so hot right now, his paranoia built a little, wondering what the hell she was doing there. He had said they needed to talk, but after a few emails, he wasn't sure tonight was the best night to talk. He was just about to ask her more or less what she was doing there, when she did something completely unexpected. He was so taken aback, that he didn't have time to react until it was too late and she had pulled away. "Yeah, we've got to-" He was cut off by her hands on his jacket, the male looking down at her confused, even if he wanted to react. How was he so pissed at her one minute and now, he was grinning? Or had been grinning, until she threw him up against a wall. "I missed you too?" His gaze locked on to her's, the male chuckling softly, as his hands ran over the length of his suit jacket, and then over the top of her hands before coming to a rest.

Keara: She smiled at him and wasn’t even aware of the fact this his hands now covered hers as she was completely lost in his eyes. Whatever it was about Enver that drew her in she couldn’t say but being near him made her act out in ways even she didn’t expect. “What makes you think that I you missed?” she asked as she stepped back, releasing her grip on his jacket. As she did she was suddenly overwhelmed by a barrage of thoughts and fears and she began to bit her lower lip nervously as it sunk in what she’d just done. “I…Oh…Sorry,” she looked down at the floor and tried to back up and away from him.

Enver: He wasn't going to let her get too far. One step and he followed her, one of his hands still connected to hers. "I'm sure as hell not sorry." He said, still grinning a little, taking another step closer to her. She had, without knowing it (so he assumed), woken up a side in him that had been normally contained and even respectable of her boundaries. The other hand went to her cheek, where he searched out the contours of her face, his eyes burning in to the top of her head, for the second she lifted her eyes up to look at him, making their eyes connect again. "You get things sorted? With your creation?" He asked, knowing she more than likely did., but was sure she'd look up at him with that question.

Keara: His hand on her face made her whole body start shaking. She wasn’t sure why that happened, she wasn’t really afraid of him or anything. She both loved and hated how close her was to her and had to fight with herself not to knock away his hand with her arm. To steel herself and protect him from her violent tendencies, she closed her eyes and told herself over and over that this was what she wanted. It worked too, for a while but then he asked about Sara, she nodded slightly and then raised her head to look at him. As she opened her eyes, she became lost in his. “I...erm…yes,” she managed to finally respond in the affirmative. “A…sword I…had…for her.” She was having real trouble forming her thoughts into any coherent sentence, not that that was entirely unusual only now she barely had the voice to say them.

Enver: Even though she was shaking, he wouldn't remove his hand from hers or from off her face. Truth was, he probably couldn't even if he had wanted to at the moment. With her eyes on his, the male had forgotten all about his stupid emails to her and that they had been in an argument over something that he didn't even think twice of after he'd gone his own way last night. Instead, all he could think about was her. More than that, all he could think about was doing one thing. Kissing her because he hadn't been able to kiss her yet. So he made his move with a gentle, but eager tug towards him, the hand on her cheek finally dropping to press to her back. His lips melded to hers in a hungry kiss as he pressed her to him, a growl emitting from his throat, a growl that spoke of the feelings and desires she had woken in him.

Keara: She should have expected what happened next, after all she’d opened the door and she couldn’t very well close it again now. As she was pulled towards him she half braced herself for what was to come as the panic she felt paralysed her in his arms. She couldn’t respond, even though she wanted to. She wanted to kiss him back or strike out at him, something that showed she had feelings about what was happening one way or another but instead she was just a quivering mess in his arms.

Enver: She was terrified. Was the best he could sum it up as. Part of him wanted to stop, the other part wanted to keep pushing. He had forewarned her the other night it's what he'd do. His lips pulled away from hers, but his hand remained fixed on her back. A happy medium for now. "Good. About Sara." He said after clearing his throat, the male trying to regain his composure. Regain it as best he could. "Talk. We needed to talk, but I'm not so sure we need to talk about some things anymore." He chuckled a little.

Keara: As their lips parted it was almost as if she could breathe again, and as she listened to his melodic voice she involuntarily collapsed against him. She was weak at the knees and found herself resting against his chest, her hands moving to grab the black shirt he was wearing for extra stability. Whatever training she’d had in her past life, she certainly wasn’t employing it here. She was damn near losing her mind when she was around him and now it was affecting her co-ordination; at least this was her understanding of it. Clinging to him she replied. “Talking good might be.”

Enver: He wasn't sure what to make of this whole thing. She was on him like he was some form of life support and barely talking. If she did talk, it was short and perhaps unlike Keara. Enver stared hard at her face, as if searching for the possibility that this person might very well not be Keara. He had heard of people taking the appearance of another for some reason or another and so, there was a fraction of paranoia building up in him. "Yeah. Talking might be good." He sort of echoed after her. "Why don't you start?" He figured this would be the best way to make sure she was in fact his Keara and not some impersonator, trying to pull a fast one on him for information. "Or, we could go back to your greeting." He gave her a cheeky grin, betting that would get some sort of reaction from her.

Keara: She stayed close to him. Still unable to stand without him there to support her. She buried her face in his t-shirt and sighed softly. She wasn’t even sighing for the predicament she found herself in, though it probably came across that way, she was sighing as she took in his scent. She’d missed that while he was away and she’d missed it that day too. “Ask her to follow you I did not,” she began, words barely audible. “Thinks she does that I Ven’s memory am betraying. Tells me she does that wrong you are for me.” Deanna was standing right there, not that Keara cared or at this point had thought to mention it. “Admit though I shall, that like I do not the thought of another so close to you to be as she described.”

Enver: His shoulders dropped a little, signifying that he was no longer paranoid at the possibility of this not being his Keara. He scoffed when she started talking about Deanna and Ven. "You're hardly betraying anything. We just kissed the other night and then tonight." He muttered. "Doesn't matter what she thinks, what matters is what you think." He shrugged, a plan coming to his mind. Banish the wraith, or put it in one of those cages? he still hadn't decided. "Yeah, well I don't like the idea of some guy putting his arms around you either." He put his chin on the top of her head. "I still want to punch him." Enver admitted, chuckling. "Nothing happened. Nothing would have happened either. Already told you, I'm not that kind of Allurist."

Keara: “Reminds me that does,” she continued to talk into his chest. “My journal you still have. Like that back I would as more thoughts to paper I must set.” She was smiling softly in his arms, even as her body continued to shiver against her will. “Know surely you do that you for me need not worry. Trouble enough here have I to stay, let alone in the arms of another.”

Enver: "Not worried about you." He muttered, his hand running up and down the length of her back. "Why do you send me songs?" He asked her after a few seconds of silence. "What I mean is, since you can tell me how you feel in songs, why's it so hard to tell me in words? That's what I wanted to talk about, more or less."

Keara: Her hands tightened on his t-shirt as he asked his question. She wasn’t sure she had an answer for him that would even make sense and was therefore quiet for a while as she tried to find the words to explain herself. “Words that my own are too difficult to find are. Music I feel. And lately…certain songs more sense to me have made. Make me think of you. Easier is myself to express through medium that understand I do. Name now I cannot the feeling that in me is. Why act the way I do. And…you also songs have sent.”

Enver: He nodded his head. "I have." He admitted. "Does it bother you?" He looked down at her, seeing the top of her hair, more than anything. "Why do you think Deanna's following me?" His gaze moved away from her and to the wall across the room.

Keara: She shook her head slightly from side to side. “Bothers me it does not…though…asked you did why I that do, when do you that yourself. Have you not the words either?” Her grip on his t-shirt relaxed slightly and she looked up at him, as her body slowly seemed to be righting itself. She wanted him to answer that before she’d attest to her sister’s motivations.

Enver: "Words?" The other hand tugged at his collar, as he tried to pin down what she meant. "About us? About you, you mean?" He looked around the room. "I've got words. Or thoughts." He admitted with a nod.

Keara: “If words you have why do you songs need?” she asked out of genuine curiosity. “Told me you did in anger that you affection for me have. And strange it was those words to hear in such a tone as that.” She knew this topic was making him uncomfortable as he was nervously tugging at his collar. While a part of her wondered why he was so nervous around her, another part understood it with absolute clarity as she herself was off-balance with him around. The shivering had stopped now and she was standing more under her own power and yet she still hadn’t made a move to pull away, though how much longer that would last was anyone’s guess.

[Keara Aithne]

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

Enver: "Anger's a strong emotion." He began, trying to sort it for himself. "I said it like that because I was pissed. I thought you were trying to get me to say how I felt." He cleared his throat. "But I meant it, even if I was pissed."

Keara: “If wanted that, Asked I would have. Sense I wanted to make of my feelings. Strange it is your own mind not to know.” She started to squirm a little in his arms now, her hands flat against his chest as if she were getting ready to push him away or block any further advances he might make. “Why do you struggle the words to say when know them you do?”

Enver: The hand on her back dropped as he looked at her in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" He coughed in to his hand, then sighed. "No one likes putting that out on the line. Their feelings. Even us Allurists." He cleared his throat again as his eyes looked around the main area of the second floor.

Keara: As his hand dropped from her back, she pushed away from him to stand under her own merit. She gave him a quizzical look and then asked, “Why would you worry for me your feelings to know?” She honestly didn’t understand.

Enver: The hand that rubbed his jaw went to his hair and ran through it quickly. "You know." He looked back at her, like she did know. Only he guessed like most of everything else, she didn't know. "If the other person doesn't feel the same way, you put your *** out on the line."

Keara: “That bad is?” she asked, obviously having never experienced rejection of that kind. “Oh,” she exclaimed and reached out for his left hand with both of hers, cupping it between her hands. “Wrong then I did when sent I you away. That not my intention was.” She hurried to explain. “Well…perhaps it was, but not…” She sighed. “Teleported you I did as angry you made me. Asked you for help and helpful you were not. Aggressive you became.” She looked down at his hand as her right thumb brushed lightly over the back of it. “Wish I do that I my feelings for you could explain.”

Enver: He shrugged, eyes glued on to her hands and what they were doing. "You do. In your own way." He grinned, his eyes holding its usual cheekiness. "You did tonight." He couldn’t resist winking at her either after he had chuckled.

Keara: “Know I do not why I that did?” she sounded almost ashamed of herself and slight flush of colour rose in her cheeks. “Understand I do not much of anything these days,” she admitted. “That is why I a journal began. Thought I did that perhaps help me it might. Though took it did a few entries before I comfortable was for my thoughts to pen. Which reminds me does. Need that back I do. Please?” she looked up at him as she asked for her journal once more.

Enver: He didn't want to give it back. Enver was going to find out who the asshole was that was putting his arms and hands (in his mind) on Keara. He nodded his head, begrudgingly, then nudged his head over to a coffee table where the ledger rested. "You don't understand it because you've never had this before.” His hand moved from hers, to the length of her arm. Testing the waters so to speak.

Keara: As his hand ran up her arm, she reached out and took a hold of it. Her skin was tingling uncontrollably from what he’d just done and he was lucky that in that moment she was half expecting him to touch her. Truth be told, since before she arrived she’d been half expecting him to try and lay his hands upon her and she had hoped that forewarned was forearmed and so far it seemed to be paying off as she was yet to strike him. She then pulled away to go and retrieve her journal, making sure to close it up and bind it properly so that the pages would not fall out. “Did it help you me to understand through my thoughts to read?” She asked as she seated herself on the coffee table.

Enver: He watched her pull away and move to the other side of the room. As she fiddled around with her ledger, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, stuffed one in his mouth and lit it. "Huh?" He asked, slightly off guard. "A little." He confessed. It seemed she knew how she felt with the entries and the songs, but couldn't label it. It didn't make a shred of sense to the guy, but then again, maybe he didn't make a shred of sense to her most the time.

Keara: She looked down at her journal and began to fiddle with the leather thong that bound it. “And…a little enough is?” she asked being a little vague as to her actual question. She placed the book over her knees and held the corners as she looked over to him. “Read it you may anytime. An open book to you I wish to be.”

Enver: He took a long inhale in of the cigarette and nodded. "For now, yeah." Enver looked down at the journal, then at her. "Yeah?" He sounded a little surprised at that, because he was. "You don't leave that thing lying around, do you?" The male rubbed at his jaw as he moved over by her to grab an ashtray to flick some ash off his cigarette.

Keara: “No. Yes. Maybe. Usually in my backpack it is. Backpack usually with me is. Accept when it is not. Then usually safe is. Somewhere.” She wasn’t trying to be vague but since she started writing in it did kind of go everywhere with her. And wherever she wrote in it last, was usually where she left it. She wasn’t exactly the secretive type, else she’d of probably locked it away somewhere but really, only those she knew and loved and had access to her places and she would have sworn upon any alter in the land that none of them would make her words known.

Enver: He chuckled as he snuffed the cigarette out in the ashtray. "I don't keep a journal for too long, myself." He admitted. "But if it made you feel better, I could write in one too. But I'd rather just tell you what's on my mind or tell you in some other way." Enver moved away from her and the ashtray once it was out. "Deanna. Why's she following me around?" He asked as he was a good enough distance away from her, in case it wasn't a question she wanted to hear or wish him to ask.

Keara: “My journal for me is. Expect you I do not one to write for me also,” she gave him her quirky smile. “Express yourself in your own way you may.” She looked over by the door when he mentioned Deanna, as that was where she still was, her spectral arms crossed. “Told you already I did. Yes? Upset with me she is. Thinks that I betray Ven she does,” her eyes were firmly fixed on her sister. “Well you do,” she said defiantly. “Think one would that you happy for me might be.” She paused. “No. Believe you I do not. Lied to me you did…” Another pause. “Believe him I do Deanna.” She placed the journal back on the coffee table and advanced towards the door gesturing as she did so with her hands. “Hear it I will not.” She shook her head as she seemingly argued with the air. “No reason has he to lie to me. Know I do how think you do and wrong you are.” She growled softly and folded her arms, her back now to Enver as she glared at the wraith.

Enver: "So she's basically trying to cause trouble." He said out loud, nodding his head. Then Keara couldn't be too mad at him when he makes sure Deanna gets a night "Off work." He listened and watched Keara argue with what seemed like thin air, until she said some specific things. Things about him. "Can't you tell her to go do some things? Something other than spying on us?" He looked around, trying to figure out where the thing was at.

Keara: “Yes,” she replied to Enver over her shoulder. “But stubborn she is. Thinks she does that if she here is different around you I shall act. And wrong she is in that.” She turned her attention back to Deanna and the argument seemingly continued. “Hear it I wish not to Deanna...Hush now…No…What do you mean? Well I am sure that he good reason for that has. So black and white things are not…Okay! Fine. Ask him I shall.” Keara was getting frustrated with Deanna but whatever it was she was now saying had Keara’s attention once more. Turning to face Enver she asked. “Good reason you have for evidence of our kind to download. Yes?”

Enver: That god damn ghost thing was getting on his nerves. He cleared his throat, tugged at his collar and the nodded. "I do." He started. "I'm catching...hypocrites." He chuckled as he continued. "You see. Hypocrites are a dangerous entity in our society. They're a real proud bunch, sitting there spouting off laws and rules on how others should live. While they do what they want to do, sitting there like a proud peacock. I like to ruffle a few feathers from time to time. Play a full deck before I have to fold." He chuckled, thinking about some recent evidence he got from a few tytonidae members.

Keara: She didn’t understand half of his explanation as he was using phrases she didn’t understand again but what she did understand did seem reasonable. Maybe. Though he didn’t mention deleting the information from the source having downloaded it, which is what any responsible vampire would do. She appraised him quickly before turning back to Deanna. “See. Reason he has. Happy now?” There was a slight pause and if Enver was watching he’d of noticed she was clenching her fists, as Deanna was obviously trying to push the issue further. “Hush now,” she said a little more forcefully. There was another short pause. “Nevaeh! Swear upon my blood I do, and all that under moon and sun and holy is, that banish you I shall if continue you do. Understand?” Her tone rose and became more forceful, her anger obvious and for once not directed at Enver. Siblings understood as only siblings could how to push each other’s buttons and when she wanted too, Deanna could do it with ease. “Good,” her voice was calmer now. “Now apologise.” Keara moved to stand next to Enver and took a hold of his hand, there was no reason to do so, other than that fact that she wanted to show her sister she wasn’t succeeding with her plan. After a minute or two and a sterner look from Keara, the wraith’s form appeared in the doorway as she allowed Enver to perceive her. “Sorry,” came the one word apology that sounded more like the reply of a sulking teenager than anything conveying actual sincerity.

Enver: An apology like that wasn't going to cut it with him. Not when she pretty much tried to stir up some **** about some other woman and him. "It's cool." He said, even though he was thinking something else. His hand squeezed Keara's as the male grinned, no, smirked at the ghost thing, seeing this as a win. Even if there was nothing to win, as he'd been truthful to Keara and Deanna (unknowingly). Nothing happened with the other woman, nothing would happen and he was trying to catch tytonidae with their pants around their ankles.

Keara: Deanna was decidedly unhappy with the turn of events and promptly left, realising that she was going to have to be smarter about this if she wanted to come between the two of them. Even as she was leaving she had an idea of who else she could follow for a while to get a better idea of what this guy might be up to. Once she left, Keara pulled away from Enver and went to retrieve her journal. “Sorry am I that listened to her I did. Just…” she sighed, “She my sister is and think I did not that she the truth to me would bend.”

Enver: She pulled away as soon as the ghost thing was gone to grab her journal. He took it as a sign that she was more than likely ready to go kill some things in the catacombs or mausoleum, as she did every night. "Not your fault. No need to apologize." He shot a grin over in her direction. "You going back to the catacombs?" He asked her, eyes moving around main area, then over to the door. He moved over to the door to open it for her. As he did this, the male thought of something. "Here." He dug in the jacket of his suit and pulled out a set of keys. One for her and one for his boat. "I got these made for you and had some drawers cleaned out too. For your clothes." He said, as if reminding her.

Keara: “Wish you me to leave?” she asked as she took the keys from his hand. She was sure a verbal invitation was all it required for her to come and go as she pleased but still, she considered it to be some sort of gesture; one she couldn’t return as if there were keys for the asylum, she sure as hell didn’t know where they were.

Enver: "Huh?" He looked down at her. "I thought-you seemed-never mind." He shook his head. "You can come and go as you please since you've got keys now." He grinned a little more. "But no, you don't have to leave. I've got some work to do tonight, but that doesn't mean you've got to leave."

Keara: She reached out and pulled the door from his grasp before pushing it closed. “Then stay I shall and investigate your home while work you do. Capable I am for myself to entertain.” She added as she pushed the keys into a hidden pocket in her skirt and waited for him to give her permission to look around. Not that she really required it, as being given the keys meant she was allowed to be there.

Narrator : With her somewhat assertive stance on staying put for the night, the two remained there for the night. Though they worked on different things and she had permission to wander around the second floor to find things to entertain herself with, every once in a while they'd stop their own agendas and pass the time with their thoughts on different things. City things, private, personal things and finally, the next flick they'd watch together, later on that night at his place.