Enver: The male hadn't slept long, maybe an hour at most. After Keara had fallen asleep, he went to work on his phone, doing some last minute ordering of stock and products for his various businesses. He looked at his watch, then at her and scooted her close to him so that when she woke, he'd be ready to act. And boy, was he ever!This RP took place on Saturday 7th December 2013 in Aithne Asylum.
Keara: It had been a long night and a short day. At least it felt that way when she opened her eyes as she had rested deeply as usual, so the daytime had passed with relative ease. At least from her perspective that was, as she’d gone to bed more than a little anxious what with the DVDs shed watched, Sara’s frail mental state and Enver having chosen that day to hang mistletoe around the asylum. As her eyes fluttered over, she found herself in his arms and unlike recent nights when she would have happily stayed there for a few moments before moving and giving away the fact that she had woken, today she immediately tried to pull away from him, practically falling out of the bed (again) as she did so.
Enver: She was up before he knew it and out of the bed, in a few words or less. "What the hell?" Enver grumbled as he moved to her side of the bed to look down at her. "It's just me. In the cell." He moved out of the bed, carefully stepping over her before he knelt down to the side of her. "Here." He moved to put his arms around her to help hoist her up and put her back in the bed. "Have a bad dream or something?" He asked as Enver tried to get Keara off the floor.
Keara: It didn’t take him long after she lost her balance and ended up on the floor to be done next to her, helping her up and she did what she could not to slap him, as for some reason she’d woken more nervous than when she’d gone to sleep. If the subconscious did work out it’s issues while people dreamt, it had done quite the number on her that day while she slept. “I…erm…,” she sighed softly. “I know.” She wouldn’t or rather couldn’t look him in the eye and so her eyes roamed over his bare chest and to his tattoo, which left her with flashbacks from various scenes from the night before, causing he to close her eyes and dig her nails into the palms of hands before she did or said something stupid.
Enver: She wasn't looking at him, which made Enver suspect that she had had a bad dream of sorts and just didn't want to fess up to it. Fair enough, some things were meant to be private, dreams could be one of them. "Hey." Enver said hoping that would get her to raise her head up to look at him, only it hadn't. He grabbed at her hands to stop her from digging in to the other, once his eyes moved from off the top of her head. "What's wrong? If not a dream, then what?"
Keara: She really didn’t want to have this conversation but she couldn’t lie. For the first time since her return from that realm, she found herself wishing she’d set about her old habits and stuck with them, but that wasn’t who she was anymore. His hands on hers made her flinch slightly but she released her fists, relenting to his wishes regardless of her own. “If…” she paused, forcing herself to open her eyes, even if she did keep them focused on her own lap. “If tell you I do. Think you will that stupid I am. Wish I do that lie I could and tell you what suspect I do you wish to hear. That nothing wrong is. But that I cannot do.”
Enver: "I knew it." He nodded his head, noticing how she'd been a little more stand-offish that last night or so and now this. Enver tried to rack his brain on what he might have done or not done, but couldn't think of anything. "Did I miss an important date? Like an anniversary or something? I'm bad with dates." He started pacing at the side of the bed. "I'm sorry. If I did forget. I mean, I'm not even sure when we started dating, really. Not the date, but the month.." He trailed off feeling as if he was digging himself deeper in to some hole, he didn't know how he got in to! "I'm sorry." He said again, trying to find her eyes with his, but coming up short on that.
Keara: “No,” she began, “Know I do not of anniversary. Know self I do not when started dating we did. Possibly if re-read I did my diary the date I could find when in that café we sat, for our relationship to define but then…sure I am not if that date accurate either is.” She was rambling, happy for the distraction from the real reason she was off-kilter and with him pacing she took the opportunity to slip back into bed and pull the duvet over her head. ‘done something I have that perhaps ought not to I did,’ she spoke directly into his mind; carefully so, so as not to create a connection between them and spill all of her secrets before she had figured out how best to voice them, or rather it, as really she only had one thing tell.
Enver: "Like fall out of the bed?" He chuckled, once he heard that he hadn't missed anything important. At this point, Enver had also stopped pacing to look at her, which was hard to do with the cover over her head. "What'd you do? It can't be that bad." Enver claimed the bottom of the bed as he sat down and looked at her form from the side.
Keara: ‘If tell you I do. Promise first you must two things. One. Angry with me you cannot be. And two…laugh at me not. Please?’ She was obviously stressed or worried about something and this conversation was as awkward for her as the first time in this life that she’d admitted to being a virgin. ‘If promise that you do, then tell you I shall…From under here…where see me you cannot.’
Enver: "I can see your outline, you know." Enver grinned and put his hand on the top of her head quick before pulling it away. "I promise, but you're not telling me something from under the covers." He grumbled. "I'm sure it's not that bad and you've made it something bigger than it is. What'd you do? Step on an ant?" Enver chuckled softly.
Keara: She sighed and pouted, then in a dramatic and somewhat childish manner pushed the covers away from her face by using her arms and smacking them to the bed as if she were annoyed. Her open posture didn’t last long however as she quickly brought her arms up and crossed them over her face; her forearms covering her eyes so she could still hide from him. ‘Bought I did some DVDs to watch. Think perhaps that bad plan was. As more questions have I know and…well…sure I am not what to do with information that learnt was.’ She explained without telling him much of anything.
Enver: "Yeah?" Enver grinned. "That's not a bad thing. Means you're finding out what you like and you made your own selections." He shrugged not understanding what the deal was. "You watched them without me? That what this is all about?" He scoffed. "I've probably seen them." Then he cleared his throat. "Oh. Did you find some of my early work? That alien movie was a real let down and my first flick." He defended himself.
Keara: She made some kind of noise that was hard to define as she realised he had no idea what kind of DVD she meant and she was kind of too frightened of his reaction to say it and so she decided to let him take a look for himself. ‘No. About that it is not. Alone needed I these to watch. Think that you in my backpack should look,’ even though she was barely visible under her arms, he could likely see that she was biting her lower lip and there was a flush of colour in her cheeks.
Enver: Why was she making such a big deal about videos? Enver stood and moved to her pack and yanked them out without even really looking at them. "Three of them? I'm not really sure what the big deal is. I've watched a few films in a da-" His eyes then fell to the titles of the films and then at her. "Oh." He ran a hand through his hair, then cleared his throat. "How the hell did you find something like this?"
Keara: ‘Find anything online I can. Many sites such things sell. But…bought them in shop I did. In Redwood.’ She didn’t elaborate any further than that, like the fact that it had taken her like an hour in there to decide which ones to choose or the looks she’d gotten from the people inside, some of which she could only assume were regulars.
Enver: His lips curved upwards as he tried not to laugh. He certainly wasn't mad, why would he be? But it was sort of funny. Her of all people in a place like that? He tossed the movies aside. "I'm not sure why you'd think I'd be mad." He looked at her from the side as he sat down again.
Keara: ‘Difficult is you sometimes to judge. Anger you I wish not too but sometimes…happens regardless,’ she was still too embarrassed to look at him but his reaction was helping her to calm down on the inside and her nerves were beginning to subside.
Enver: "Well, I'm not angry. Just surprised you managed to get your hands on something like this." He rubbed at his jaw. "I don't think any person our age hasn't watched at least one of those." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's really not that big of a deal."
Keara: ‘Your age I am not Enver. Older am…’ she sighed. ‘Much older. Too old for this stuff not to know. And…’ she stopped talking, reached over her head and pulled a pillow over her face, holding it against her as if trying to suffocate herself, all the while mentally chastising herself for her own stupid curiosity.
Enver: He grabbed at the pillow with a sigh. "Yeah, well." he shrugged not wanting to put his two cents in on the matter because even at the risk of fadebabies being produced, the guy hadn't even kissed his wife, properly. "And what?" He looked at her, pillow still in his hand as he tried to yank it away from her.
Keara: ‘And worried me it did. Is that accurate representation? What I on the DVDs saw?’ She held to the pillow for dear life but didn’t hold it so tight that it would rip if either one of them used enough force, then she’d let go. She’d destroyed enough stuff recently to go adding another item to the ever growing list.
Enver: He looked at her. "Uh. Well, I've not really watched any of those. I don't think." He rubbed at his jaw and looked over at the table where he set them at. "Maybe some of it. Those movies are sort of made to fit certain types of people, Keara." He ran a hand through his hair. "What couples do, is kind of up to them. Each couple is different. And it's not like those are real couples."
Keara: ‘But what they done real is. And…know I do not what is or isn’t… normal. What if do something wrong I do?’ He’d allowed her to keep the pillow for now, which she would have been happy about if she hadn’t just said what she did, as this was really the heart of the problem; her inexperience. That and the fact she was a little worried she’d seriously injure him as the poor guy had been slapped for doing a hell of a lot less than she’d witnessed in those DVDs.
Enver: "Ahh." He nodded his head. "So that's what this is all about." He cleared his throat. "You won't do anything wrong." He nodded. "It's sort of an instinctual thing. I guess." He shrugged. "Not something you really think about. You just act on it." The male offered her a small grin. "But like I said, I don't think you'll do anything wrong. And normal isn't really something either of us should define, yeah?" He winked at her, chuckling softly. "We sort of already bend rules or go against the grain."
Keara: She dared to peek out from behind the pillow as he spoke. She knew she was being stupid but still, she couldn’t help but think the way she did; the other night things had been good between them, before everything went all to hell because of a badly timed question on her part. He was right though, they did kind of find their own way of doing things and all of that had kind of worked off of instinct. She placed the pillow over to his side of the bed and sat up, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you,” she spoke for the first time since having climbed back into bed. “Better I feel now.”
Enver: He laughed at the gesture, fully laughed and then shrugged a little. "Nothing to thank me about." He brushed his lips to the side of her head. "But I'm glad. So are we getting out of bed tonight, or are we going to be making the most of the mistletoe?" He winked at her as he slowly stood, indicating he was joking (more or less) about the mistletoe bit.
Keara: She released him as he went to stand and when he jokingly mentioned the mistletoe, she moved over to his side of the bed, picking up the pillow as she did so and replacing it on her side before settling down in his place. “No plans have I that immediate attention require. And…woke badly I did. So start over I think we should.” She rolled onto her side to face him better and patted the now empty side of the bed.
Enver: He looked over at her oddly, trying to figure out what she meant. Sure, she'd woken up in a strange bout of things, but badly seemed to be a little over the top in his mind. Until she patted her side of the bed. "Agreed. Seems we skipped a step in our night. Could be devastating." He chuckled as one of his hands came to the side of her face and stroked the side of her cheek. "Plus, rules are rules." He pointed up to the mistletoe that hung over her with his other hand, his grin growing devious.
Keara: Her eyes followed where he wanted her to look and she smiled slightly. “And told me you did that couples kiss at start of day. Some customs obeyed must be and agreed I did by your customs to abide.” She responded in kind by placing her hand along his jawline as she lent in to place a single, soft kiss on his lips.
Enver: He nodded his head, clearly big in to following this custom he more or less made up. When her lips pressed against his, Enver returned it just as soft. The hand on her cheek moved to the middle of her back and pushed her a little closer to him. Or maybe he pushed himself a little closer to her as he deepened the kiss. "I'm really in not that big of a hurry either. Come to think of it." He chuckled as the hand that pointed to the mistletoe traced the curve of her lips, his eyes on hers. "Though." He looked at her in thought. "How do you feel about snow?"
Keara: She was beginning to like this morning routine of theirs and even sleeping in a bed again was something she was more comfortable with. It was kind of nice waking up in his arms somewhere ‘normal’ instead of waking in the catacombs or sewers; she loved those places but they didn’t have the same level of privacy as their bed did. “Snow?” she wasn’t really sure where this conversation was going. “No real feeling have I regarding snow. Why do you that wish to know?”
Enver: He propped himself up on an elbow. "You don't have any feeling about snow?" He rubbed at his jaw in disbelief. "You don't think it's pretty or hate it or-" he trailed off, not sure how this was possible. How could someone not have any feelings about snow!? "We need to rectify this. Soon." He leaned over to place a kiss on her lips. "How does tonight sound?"
Keara: She accepted his kiss and kept her eyes on his. “No…No feeling have I on snow. No emotion do the elements in me stir,” she tried to explain. “Describe snow I would not try to. Least think I would not. Unless of course lost I became in the sensation of it. Remember I do not being so struck by snow though…And…know you that tonight snow it shall?” She wasn’t one to keep an eye on the weather as she didn’t adapt her wardrobe to suit the weather as perhaps she should do.
Enver: He didn't answer her question. Not at first. Instead he rolled closer to her, then over her to grab his phone and look something up. "Doesn't matter if it's supposed to snow or not." He started out, grinning down at her as he scrolled through some things on his phone. "If it won't snow, we'll just have to make it snow." He said with assurance in his voice. "And I'm not asking you to describe it. It's white and cold. When it melts, it gets wet. I'm asking how it makes you feel. Which, we'll find out soon." He hit send on his phone, went to his email and set some things up. "We need a couple hours, but it'll snow. You'll see." He tossed the phone back on the table and sought her lips out once more. "Now that we've got some time to kill-" He trailed off with a devilish grin, eyes locked on hers.
Keara: She was curious as to what he was doing but not so curious as to pay the screen of his phone any real attention, instead she focused on his features and resisted the urge to run her hands through his hair. Well, she resisted long enough for him to do what he doing and having surrendered the phone to the table once more she finally gave in to her desire, letting her fingertips brush through his hair and back towards the nape of his neck. “Know I do not how one that could do,” she was referring to killing time, as the saying didn’t make much sense to her what with time being non-corporeal.
Enver: He laughed and shook his head. "It's another saying. It's more or less another way or saying, since we've got time on our hands, we should do something with that time." His hand grabbed one of hers from the nape of his neck and kissed the inside of her palm. He resisted the urge to sink the fangs that were slowly elongating in his mouth, due to her hands on him, by looking in to her eyes. "I'm not real sure we've done the mistletoe any real justice." He looked as serious as he could right before he nodded his head.
Keara: “Oh. Then yes. Perhaps time to kill we have,” she bit her lower lip as he kissed the palm of her hand. It was an odd sensation to feel there but not unpleasant, something she was coming to think about any and all physical contact between them. “And how might we your plant appease?” Curious she was to find out what exactly was required of her in accordance to this custom but also a little worried as her understanding was that she had to kiss everyone she encountered under it and well, she couldn’t see herself kissing others the way she kissed him.
