: Finally :

[Enver Marshall II]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay—

This RP is set on Sunday 8th December 2013 in two separate locations as the couple communicate via Mindspeak.

Keara: Rude I think you are for leaving thusly. Alone all night I was. Liked that I did not...And left me you did for her. *growls*

Enver: Oh, Robert, you dance so magnificently on the ice. Is that your toe pick or are you happy to see me? Enver slammed a fist on his desk at work when he heard her thoughts in his head. Rude? You're kidding right? I'm not the one who rudely left someone on the ice to go have sexcapades on ice. He snorted, ignoring her thoughts, or so he thought by not replying to her with an email

Keara: To have what? Skating we were Enver. And moved away from you I did so that I your former lover would not have to meet...Though maybe former wrong word is. Called she did and left me there he did. Choice he made her to follow instead of me.

Enver: Oh ****. He thought when he realized they were doing this thing again. He didn't like it because he never knew when she was in his head. There was no warning, no nothing, just bam and there Keara was. Didn't help he thought things that would probably send her on a tizzy. Former who? None of those women were former lovers. That's insane and you damn well know it. He growled, reached in his drawer for the pack of cigarettes and kept thinking. I left after you left me standing there like some jackass. Damn right I went to pass my time somewhere while Pratt was practically humping your leg.

Keara: Jackass? *** perhaps but know I do not the other term for it to him to apply. That never my intention was and knows he should me better by now….Named her once to me you did. And that name forget I shall not. Moved away from you I did for her to avoid and to her you ran…Wonder I do why so mad he makes me. Robert his friend is. Think you would that thankful to Robert he would be for with me to skate, since alone I’d of been without his company.

Enver: ********. Had you stayed with me, you wouldn't have been alone. Enver seethed as he lit the cigarette and puffed on it a couple of times. Yeah, named her once. As an Allurist and some woman who gave me a hug once. Which I didn't even ******* return! Why is she being ridiculous like this? Enver sat back in his chair. I bet it's because he's a shadow like her and a ritualist. I'm going to shoot him. When I see him. Practically having sex right there on the ice in front of me! He scoffed to himself. I couldn't even run! I can barely skate on ice. I swear to god, I'm going to ******* kill him.

Keara: Oh Deanna. Why do I you in my head let. Twisted my mind you did. *sighs* Hush now. Hear that I wish not to. No wrong has he done for with me to skate Enver. Forgive you I shall not if you him harm for that reason…Sex? He thinks that what we doing were. Saw that I did not on the DVDs. That ludicrous is. Far better would have been if I him in cell had kept instead. Maybe then sex he would have seen.

Enver: Could hardly even stand by me, but fawning over Pratt in his arms for the whole damn night. Enver's thoughts were going a mile a minute, sometimes going over her thoughts and making it hard to hear her? Was he hearing her or was it something else? He still wasn't even sure how this worked yet. That stupid wraith of her's. I'll banish it. Get rid of Pratt and Deanna and then wait. Enver grew quiet for a few seconds. What about sex?

Keara: *whimpers softly* Know he does my issues. Difficult this is for me. Understand I do not why in different situations I so react. Broken I am. Told him as much and believes me he does not. More do I do than by him to stand these days…If banish my sister you do, find and kill I shall all whom you adore. She mine is and good she has been since chastised her I did. *growls*

Enver: The least she deserves. I didn't leave her standing there. Can't even kiss her in public but Pratt's got her in his arms and she likes it. Must have to be there the whole damn time. So what I can't skate? I can do other things. **** it, I'll take lessons if she wants me to skate as good as him. I wonder what she meant by showing me sex...

Keara: Understand I do not what issue with this he takes? Fight I do on daily basis and grapple opponents worse me do. Least Robert me no harm did wish. Only able was I him to trust as he Enver’s friend is. Least thought him so…Care I do not if skate you can and if wish you do me to kiss in public then done so you could have. Can do…Sex his focus is. Naturally. Though distracted of late by those thoughts too myself have been. Stopped him yesterday perhaps I should not have.

Enver: What does she mean naturally? What do you mean? You brought it up. She brought it up. She can hear me, why am I repeating myself? And maybe next time I will. Kiss you in public.

Keara: Focal point is for any relationship. Told I was that sex all you want is. Bother you could not the ice to cross for with me to speak? *huffs* Text sufficient would have been. Stop skating. Come here. Four words. Fours words bothered to type he could not. You could not. Gah. Know I do not which thought you hear and which you do not. Care even less as say it all I would if asked you did. Stupid brain. Broken. No wonder he leaves me. Leave me too I would if option had I that to do. Understand I never shall why Nox me did spare.

Enver: And at any time you could have used your mind powers and told me to come over by you. I want to punch Pratt. Where is he? Probably in Solace. I should go to Solace. I don't want just sex. She's nuts! I'm nuts! Why are we arguing like this? Why are we arguing at all? Why does she think I've got all these lovers? I've only had a few and I'm with her almost all the damn time!

Keara: Oh Nox give me strength for need it now I do. Though…chains have I from when I Hannah here had. Wonder if hold him they would? Weaker than me he is but still…hmm…likely not. Bad idea. Allow him I cannot his friend to hurt. Hear that perhaps he did. Good. Allow that I shall not Enver. Nice to me he was. Like him I do. Like him you do. He your friend is. And yes. Called to you I should have but…But why did I him not to me call or summon? Like I did not that feeling and thinking straight I was not. And difficult it is him not to imagine with others when always with other women he is when not with me. Robert only male is he knows. So far as know I do.

Enver: There are more women in the world then men. Google it with your mind powers. And you didn't because you were busy liking getting felt up by Pratt. And you can't stop me sweetheart. Why'd we have to go out? Everything was nice inside the cell. Everything was nice until she was off busy, dancing with Pratt the whole night.

Keara: Lock him in the cell and withdraw his invitation. That done could be. Though angrier that him would likely make with me. Want that I do not. Felt up…what means he…Oh…Oh like that it was not. Think of that I did not. Even now wrong analogy that seems to me. Danced with him I would have if he back to me had come. Never does that though. Know not why. Repulse him I must. That only answer is. *sighs* Rip down that mirror I shall. Stand I cannot myself to look upon. Best leave before I that do. Why do we this to each other do?

Enver: You lock me up and you better make it worth it. :: He growled, hopefully loud enough for her to hear. : Yeah, maybe it was a little overkill, the felt up part. So now it's my fault you left me standing there? Fine. My fault. Maybe when I become a telepath I can be a better mind reader. This is crazy. She knows I'm crazy about her. Just her.

Keara: Mad you make. Sanity leaves me does at times. Think clearly I cannot when around me you are. When not with me you are. When dead you are. Since known you I have more clearly do I this world see and less clearly does my mind work. Possible that should not be. Enough. Enough I’ve had. Done with this I am.

Narrator: Having grown tired of the mental communication between them, Keara summoned Enver to her. Once he’d had a chance to get his bearings, the pair picked up where they had left of...

Keara: Frustrated with the conversation Keara decided enough was enough and summoned Enver to her. She may have allowed him to walk away at the lake but she wasn’t about to let him stay wherever he was and not face her and the situation head on. She’d removed her boots and was standing by the wardrobe when she called him to her and despite the fact she wanted to hit him the moment he arrived she controlled herself just long enough to see if he was going to be sick before reacting to his presence.

Enver: Done with this? What had she meant by done with this? I'm not done with this. Enver's thoughts boomed in his head, hoping they boomed in her's too. This is ridiculous? Where are you? Still with Pratt? Enver wasn't waiting for an answer, as he shrugged on a coat and headed towards the door to catch the train to the asylum, as that's where he hoped she'd be. Only he hadn't gotten past taking the first step before he was dragged to a new location by either one of two people. River or Keara. "God damnit, I'm trying to-" He assumed it was River, just due to the words Keara had said and the shitty timing, but when he saw where he was, he snapped his mouth closed as he reached out for a steady fixture. He could feel the coffee he had turning in his stomach, but it remained there, thanfully. Even if he dry heaved less than a handful of times.

Keara: The moment he seemed to have settled she slapped him hard across the left side of his face. “That for leaving me is. Invited me there and then left you did. Twice.” She was clearly annoyed but not shouting at him, she had an eerie sort of calm around her, mainly as she knew she was partially to blame for the whole situation but still in her mind he deserved the slap anyway. She folded her arms and waited for the argument she knew would follow.

Enver: His eyes narrowed as a hand went to his left cheek and rubbed at it. Enver took a step closer to her, clenched his right fist at his side and then turned away from her. "You're kidding, right? I left you once. While you were busy having your all night dance party with Pratt." He growled as he paced by the foot of the bed. "I wasn't the one in the arms of someone else, doing who knows what." He scoffed. "Whatever. So you summoned me here to slap me and tell me we're through? Great. Could have just told me that in our heads!"

Keara: He turned away from her and she was about to place her hand on his shoulder and force him to look at her when he started talking crazy. She hadn’t done anything wrong with Robert, they had just skated but then his words went from crazy to downright absurd. “What?” she asked, confused by what he was saying. “Through?” If she knew what he meant, her mind wasn’t registering it, so she really had nothing more to contribute until he clarified for her what he was talking about.

Enver: "Yeah. Over. You said you were done. Or thought it. Whatever you said or thought, I heard it." Enver narrowed his eyes a little more. "So because I left you alone with Pratt, a person you were having a grand ole time with, you want to break up? For him? Now I am going to kill him." Enver moved around Keara, to one of his dressers, rummaged around in it and started looking for a crap gun he'd found in a raid. When he felt the metal of the gun in his hand, he said "aha," pulled it out and closed the dresser drawer shut. "He still there? Skating?"

Keara: “And you me crazy do call,” she said as he went through the dresser. “Think you that I you would leave?” She moved to block his path as he brandished the weapon he’d secreted away in his belongings. “Know I do not where he now is. But leaving me again you shall not. And…know you do that you me twice left. Once with her. Then again. Enough had I for in your mind to be when here you could be…so that slap you I could.” Her reasoning was far from perfect but then she couldn’t lie and while she hadn’t consciously known when she summoned him that the plan was to slap him, it would seem that her subconscious had a scheme all of its own.

Enver: "Oh great!" Enver grumbled. "Thanks for the summon and the slap then." He said bitterly. "I could leave and you couldn't stop me." Enver shrugged in passing. "I left you once. Going for coffee at the same place isn't leaving you. And you left me. On the god damn ice to go have coffee with AJ." He looked down at her, the gun starting to weigh in his hand and Enver was noticing it too

Keara: “Know I did not where to you went Enver. Tell me that you did not. Purpose of evening to skate was. Yes? Well skate I did. Said already I did that you me could have followed. Chose you did not to.” She moved closer to him, her arms no longer folded as she was half expecting to have to tackle him to keep him in the room. “If leave you do summon you back I shall. Want I do this to resolve.”

Enver: "Yeah I can tell." He scoffed as he rubbed his left cheek again. "You sure know how to resolve things." The man muttered as he sat at the edge of the bed, the gun still in one of his hands, weighing his pro's and con's. "I didn't follow you because you left without saying a god damn word." He growled out as he looked down at the gun. "You took off first. Simple as that."

Keara: “Moved away from her I did, before I you embarrassed with my words or actions,” she actually rolled her eyes when she it, partially at him but more so for the fact that she’d been stupid enough to let Deanna mess with her mind in the first place and leave her with the thoughts she had. “Left you I did not. Went to skate I did.”

[Keara Aithne]

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

Enver: "With someone else." He muttured. "Thought we were skating." Enver stood up, moved around her again, went to his dresser and put the gun away. Not like she was letting him leave any time soon. "So we done here? You had fun with Pratt after you left me and I went to get coffee, after you left me. Seems resolved to me."

Keara: “Left you I did not,” she growled. “And skating alone I was before Robert offered by my to skate. Planned I did not for with him to skate instead of you. Liked I would have by you to be. Surely know that you do.” She sat on the edge of the bed confused as to how they were going to resolve this. A part of her still wanted to slap him for his attitude but she held tight onto that instinct and balled up her fists which sat over her knees, her nails trying to help her focus.

Enver: A mx between a growl and a grumble sounded in his chest as Enver resisted the urge to shake her. She was being difficult, even if she didn't realize or know she was being that. But tonight, instead of it being tolerable and even sometimes endearing, it was down right annoying. "Yeah, yeah. I wouldn't call what I was doing, skating." Enver grumbled out, his arms crossing over his chest.

Keara: “Proficient in the task you may not be but lead you I could have…till you your footing found. Thank you should Robert for me to entertain.” She was still clearing her mind and trying to find the words to apologise for her part in the mess, even if she had already kind of done so when they were talking via mindspeak earlier.

Enver: "Thank him?" Enver growled out as he reached out with both his hands and grabbed her. "Thank him for rubbing all up on you and having you rub all up on him?" Enver let go of her and punched the top of the bed. "You're ******* kidding, right?" He scowled at her.

Keara: His reaction surprised her and so in typical Keara like fashion, she shoved him as she got to her feet. “Nothing wrong did he do Enver. Not I. If called me by name you had, by your side I would have been.” The anger was building in her again as she couldn’t understand what the issue was or why he was so annoyed with Robert. The lights in the room began to flicker and pressing her nails into her palms was doing little to help her control the situation that was now threatening to get out of hand.

Enver: He reeled back a little from her shove then noticed how the room was altering around him. "Great. Carrie's coming out to play again." Enver rubbed at his chest, as if she had hurt him from shoving him, but hadn't. Sometimes his reactions were still so very human to situations. "So now all this," He moved his hand around the room and then at her and him, "Is my fault? I should have called you to me. I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't be friends with AJ. Great. Why don't you write a list of all the things I should and shouldn't do and I'll get working on pleasing you."

Keara: There was only one answer he deserved for this outburst and it wasn’t one that contained any words. She drew back her already balled fist and swung straight for his face and she didn’t hold back either as she was determined to strike him as hard as she possibly could.

Enver: Her fist hit him harder then Enver thought was possible. Or harder then he thought she'd hit him. He just stood there, shocked, with his lower lip bleeding from being busted open. "What the hell?" He snapped out, as a hand moved to his suit coat pocket to pull out a hanky and dab at the open part of the lip.

Keara: “Speak to me so you may not,” she growled as she flexed the fingers on both hands, still clearly annoyed, the darkness in the room closing in. Usually when she hurt him she felt some sort of remorse but in this she’d felt justified. She hadn’t understood his movie reference as she hadn’t seen it but she didn’t like being called by another woman’s name, even if she really didn’t place much stock in them. “Do as you please you may. Asked you I have not any friendships to end.”

Enver: "Fine. Then I just won't ******* talk." He grumbled, before moving past her and heading out the door with something that resembled "Screw this," being mumbled under his breath.

Keara: As he headed for the door, she moved to block his path and when that didn’t work, she grabbed for his shoulder and spun him round to face her, a fist aiming for his face again. She wasn’t even sure why she was punching him, she just knew she wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her; only she didn’t have the words to do it and since she had a much better understanding of violence, it seemed like the only course of action. The furniture in the room was shaking now too, the fact that she’d already landed a blow hadn’t seemed to have done a thing to help rectify that issue, if anything, it made things worse. Though it could also have been him leaving that spurred this particularly disturbing power on.

Enver: He knew something was going to happen, so Enver moved, left and right and left again to avoid from being slapped or punched again. "Stop it." He spat out as the room began to grow darker in a few different ways. "What do you want? You want a sorry? You want me to say I won't hang out with AJ? Fine. I won't hang out with her anymore." He ran a hand through his hair, slightly frazzled at this point.

Keara: She shoved him up against the wall. “Want I do for you me to believe. To know that wished I did this not to start. That meant I did not for you mad with me…or Robert to make. Want I do for you to say that next time leave me you shall not. But leaving now you are...again.” Keara held him in place, her eyes searching his, unaware of the spiking activity in the room. “Want I do the truth from you to hear. Not platitudes.”

Enver: He didn't say anything, or even attempt to say anything until their eyes met. He looked in to her eyes, sighed and nodded his head. "I believe you." Enver looked away. "I do. Alright?" He looked back at her again. "I'm tired of talking. I didn't do anything wrong. I just had coffee with someone at a very public function. Alright?"

Keara: “Same did I with Robert to skate. In some ways, reminds me he does of you. But you he is not,” she volunteered words he likely didn’t want to hear but before he could reply, she pressed her lips to his. “Promise me never to leave again thusly. Please?” she asked, the room clearing slightly but not completely calm.

Enver: "Damn right he's not." Enver muttered with a nod, even giving her a small grin after saying that. A grin that melded in to her lips as she kissed him. "I promise." Enver said with a small nod. "I won't leave you again."

Keara: Why she felt the need to kiss him she didn’t know, at least not in her conscious mind but her instincts were far more in control at that time and so when he finally said what she wanted to hear she kissed him again. This second kiss was different as it was full of passion, her tongue searching for his as she wrapped her arms around him. The room fell instantly still as she did so, as her anger disappeared completely.

Enver: When she kissed him again, Enver reached out for her. An arm pulled her close to him, when it landed on her back. The other, moved to the side of her face, cupping her cheek, more or less as he returned the kiss. It was strange how one second he wanted to get out of here, or get away from their argument, but the next second, there was no where else he'd rather be then right here with her. "I'm sorry." He breathed against her lips, the hand on her back going to the other side of her face. "god damnit, I'm sorry. I wasn't really leaving. Just had to get away before-" Enver didn't finish the sentence because he knew she wouldn't like it. Instead he found her lips with his again, his kiss a mixture of remorse, passion and frustration.

Keara: His kisses made the entire world fall away. When they were this close to one another she could quite easily forget where they were or what they had been doing just moments before. His touch, which would have once made her pull back had her dizzy with emotions she still didn’t fully understand and then he spoke. She listened and was about to ask what he was going to say when he was kissing her again. She practically clawed at his back as she held him tighter, lost in the sensation of his lips on hers. All it seemed had been forgotten but then she pulled back a little, her arms no longer around him, her forearms flat against his chest her hands on his shoulders. “Before what?” she asked, her eyes searching his as she fought the urge to drown in them and kiss him again.

Enver: He'd seen passion in her before. Even as recent this evening when she decked him a good one. But the way she was reacting, was a different kind of passion and one that he was openly receptive to. "Huh?" He asked her, lost off what he had said as Enver's hands moved over the sides of her body, her butt and then to her legs where Enver lifted one of them off the ground. "Oh. Before I embarrased you." He muttured as he lifted up her other leg and wrapped them around his waist.

Keara: She placed her arms around his neck as he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him before kissing him gently. “Alone we are. Know I do not how you that could have done,” she’d been looking into his eyes as she spoke, but having finished she leant in and kissed his still bleeding lip gently. “Sorry I am that I you made bleed.” She withdrew one of her arms from about him and brushed her fingertips across his open lip as she realised the taste of his blood was on her tongue. She bit her lower lip and tried to brush aside the thought tasting more of him. His essence had a strange effect on her and went someway in her conscious mind to explain how she was now acting; if such actions required explaining that was.

Enver: He chuckled when he realized they had been talking about two different things. She, about right here and now and he, about the ice skating incident. "Don't worry about it. It'll be gone tomorrow." Enver brushed the knowledge in knowng his lip was still bleeding aside as he carried her to their bed. "You can make it bleed any time if this is the response I get after." He chuckled as Enver kissed her again.

Keara: Was it odd that he didn’t mind being punched by her? Probably, but Keara didn’t dwell on it, if he was happy, she was happy and when he kissed her again she was ecstatically so. There was only one concern in the back of her mind as she returned the kiss and that was that she didn’t want to take in too much of his blood as she truly did fear becoming addicted to it and turning in to an abomination. So when she was able to do so, or more correctly when she was able to find the willpower to do so, she pulled back from his lips and began placing a series of soft kisses along the curve of his neck. While this act might have been quite innocent in the eyes of another and despite the fact that it was the first time she had done such a thing, there was a darker impulse bubbling away below the surface that was calling her to sink her fangs into his neck; an impulse she tried very hard to ignore as she squirmed slightly in his arms.

Enver: He could feel her kissing on his neck, not that he minded. But it didn't stop him from carrying her over to the bed either. As he did this Enver let one of his hands wander of her corset top as he tried to figure it out. Why the hell were these things so god damn sexy on a woman, but virtually impossible to stick a hand up or down them without some serious strain? Enver let out a frustrated growl as he placed her down on a corner of the bed. "I, uh." He cleared his throat, both hands working on the top of the dress a little more easily. "You trust me?" He asked as a knee found the same corner and tried to more or less nudge her further in to their bed.

Keara: “Implicitly so,” was her reply, though she didn’t really move as much as he perhaps would have liked, as she had no idea what he was planning besides apparently trying to help her out of her attire. If anything it was something she generally could have used a hand getting into rather than out of, but she didn’t say anything, as she was slightly amused by the expression on his face. She reached up to brush his cheek with the back of her fingers on her right hand, before her fingertips brushed through his hair, all the while her eyes were seeking his as she sought a deeper connection with him. “Lacing easier to undo is, if think of corset you do like a boot…Only lacing in the middle does fasten.” A subtle smile played on her lips as she imparted her wisdom, as this was the first time she’d ever had to explain her fashions in this manner to anyone.

Enver: He grinned, and nodded. He knew the answer, even if he asked her because it was important to him. "Good." His hands moved to where she directed him, vocally and started undoing it. "Because I don't plan on stopping tonight. And you can trust that you won't want to anyways." Maybe it was a bit cocky, but to him, it was true. He wouldn't try and retain control and with the way she was acting right now, she wouldn't stop him.

Keara: His statement filled her with both fear and excitement and if she weren’t a little too used to feeling ambivalent around him, she might have tried to push him away right there and then. It was true that she trusted him and to some extent she knew she didn’t want him to stop either and yet a part of her worried that her instincts would get the better of her and that he’d have no choice but to stop if she began to fight him. She closed her eyes and composed herself as he worked the lacing at her back and when she was certain she knew what she wanted from him, she opened them once more, took a hold of his face with both hands and whispered; “Yours I am,” before kissing him deeply and revelling in the taste of his blood once more.