Keara: Keara tomes home to find Enver already there and immediately moves to embrace him, kissing him passionately, wanting him to know how much she’d missed him. “Glad I am you to see. About to reply I was to you. Now say it I may. Odd it is that Deanna of Nox did speak, believes she does not as I do. And…sorry I am that she that to you did say. As said I did, know I do that she of us does not approve.”This RP took place on Saturday 14th December 2013 in Aithne Asylum.
Enver: He grinned when he saw her appear and moved to her, not that he had far to go as she was coming to him too. "Hmm?" He asked as she kissed him then waved a hand in the air. "Oh, she said it in passing with some other stuff." He shrugged and grinned wide. "Well, she best get used to it or get used to being silent." A spirit cage was definitely in her future.
Keara: “Agree I do in that to some extent. Silence her I never would. A right she has for honest with me to be. But polite to you she should be. Tell her I shall as such when see her next I do.” She looks him over checking for wounds in the most subtle manner she knew but it was difficult to inspect someone as closely as she was doing without them noticing perhaps. “If time you have My Love, like I would your help with my project. Though perhaps explain I should first my beliefs.”
Enver: He rubbed his hands over her back as she talked, looked around and then nodded his head. "Yeah. Sure." He shrugged not knowing what this project is. "And yeah, that'd probably be a good idea. Or place to start." One of his hands ventured further south and gave her a firm squeeze on her bottom. "Next time we should raid together. Gets sort of boring walking those corridors sometimes." He nodded.
Keara: She leans in and kisses him again before taking his hand and leading him to the lounge so they can talk. Once they were settled, her seating herself upon the glass coffee table so that she could face Enver. “Start I shall by the story of Nox and Helios to recount. For without that to know, understand you shall not why I believe as I do.” Keara explains the story as best she can, obviously leaving out the more modern additions to the text as she did not know that anything had been added to the story since her return.
Enver: He followed her, then sat across from her, his eyes on her in some way the entire time they walked and found themselves seated. He listened without interrupting, rubbed at his jaw and then looked around the place, catching his thoughts. "So that's what you believe in? Do most other vampires believe in that? Most elders?" There was no judging in it, just pure curiosity.
Keara: “Know I do not what others believe. Speak I do not often of my religion. Mine it is. Expect I do not another to believe as I do. Though…found I have since my return that others not of my time of Nox and Helios know. Jonah in Nox does believe and spoken to him I had not of Noxeososism. Ven believed as I did. Introduced me he did to it. Though, so different it was from my human beliefs not, as believed then too I did in the God and Goddess. Think I do that pagan beliefs the human story is and that perhaps the Story of Nox and Helios the truth is. If any sense to you that does make.” She moved from the coffee table to sit at his feet, placing her arms on his knees.
Enver: "I, uh, don't know much about pagan stuff." Enver admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I'm not a real religious kind of guy." He cleared his throat. "Was Ven a real old vampire? When he sired you?"
Keara: She had to think on that as she had not had to think on Ven’s age for some time. “Believe I do that he almost three hundred years older than I was, when turned me he did. And mind I do not that you no religion have. Each their own path in this world must find My Love. Though perhaps say I should that not all who in Nox believe Helios too will worship, as see him they do perhaps as those that in God believe see the Devil.” It was an important distinction as not all sects of Noxism recognised Helios as playing an important role in maintaining balance.
Enver: "Huh." Enver commented, not wanting to get in to some sort of religious debate. It was almost as bad as political ones in Enver's mind. But truth was, vampires fed off humans and humans needed light or Helios to exist, as a lot of their food depended on the sun rising each day, so Enver decided to keep his thoughts to himself, not sure if Keara believed in the other half of the story. "You said Jonah believes in this kind of stuff too?" Enver rubbed at his jaw as he sat back and got more comfortable. "Wait. We aren't going to be doing something under Nox's moon tonight, are we?" Enver tugged at the collar of his t-shirt.
Keara: “Yes Jonah Nox does worship. While I embrace both deities equally. Even if Nox’s name is the one that utter most I do.” She wasn’t sure why he was talking about Nox’s moon, though an educated guess told her that Deanna had mentioned it early that night and had therefor stirred this curiosity in him. “Know I do not why the moon worried you would My Love,” she remarked, noting how he pulled at his t-shirt. “The mark of Helios will not at its strongest be for four more nights. Require I do not a full moon for this ritual to perform.”
Enver: "Ritual?" Enver sat forward a little bit. "I thought we were working on a project? No one said anything about a ritual." He shifted in the couch uncomfortably, as he skipped past the other things Keara commented on. "I mean we've got all of eternity. No need to rush right in to a ritual. I just got home." He moved both his hands to her arms and ran down the length of them before attempting to tug her in to his lap.
Keara: She moved to sit on his lap but more so that she could try and ease his fear than for any other reason; even if she was acutely aware that she could be all too easily distracted by him at that proximity. “Fears conquered must be,” she gently pressed her lips to his. “Asked me recently if trusted you I did. Now ask I do that you in me do trust. Gift you I cannot without this ritual to do, and like this gift you shall. Sure I am of that.”
Enver: He gave her a cheeky grin as she used his own techniques and words against him. His lips brushed against hers before he let out a chuckle. "Alright. Fair enough. I trust you." He added with a nod, hands roaming over her body quickly, being he hadn't touched any part of it in a day or so.
Keara: Pulling away before she succumbed to her own desires that no doubt matched his own, she moved to stand. “If the ritual now we do, time we then can make for one another, if desire that you do?” She already knew the answer to that and was therefore already moving to the main hall. “Retrieve first I must ingredients that gathered for me you did. Truly had you no idea that my project in ritual form would be completed?” she asked, not knowing if he had any real knowledge of the art.
Enver: He watched her get off him, his eyes once again traveling over her curves and stopping on a few specific places. At the question he shook his head, "Nah. I don't really do much of anything these nights besides run my businesses. I've not dabbled in making traps in ages and I don't know anything about rituals." He followed after her, not sure what to expect.
Keara: “Well then state first I should that you into the circle should not step and that break my concentration you also should not,” she glanced over her shoulder as she walked to the other side of the room. “So perhaps safer for us both it might be if behind me you stand. As distracted I may become if you in my field of vision are.” She moved a cabinet which stood next to the alter and began rummaging through a lockbox of seemingly useless items.
Enver: A devious grin pulled on his lips as he circled around her to stand behind her. "You sure about that?" He asked in one of her ears as both his arms went around her. His lips brushed against the nap of her neck before Enver chuckled, removed his hands from her, held them up in the air, signifying he'd try and be good and took a few steps backwards.
Keara: She sighed softly, her eyes closed as his lips brushed against her neck. He really did make her mind foggy when he got so close to her. Having taken a moment to compose herself she turned to look at him. “Stand behind me I said. Proximity perhaps too specified I should have. I inside the circle shall be. You over there…” she gestured to the area in front of the doorway to that bathroom, “should stand. When over this is. Teach you something else I must.” Keara smiled at him and then began setting up the alter. She placed three of the ingredients on the alter and then placed several containers of oil on the floor. “Begin I shall when agreed you have here to remain till ritual complete is. And silent you must be…remember?”
Enver: Enver chuckled and took a few more steps back, until he was almost to where she wanted him to be. "Yeah? And I was thinking maybe I could teach you something too after we're done here." He winked at her, then stood in the spot she specified for him. "Alright. I'll zip it." He even made a gesture of him zipping his lips shut with an imaginary zipper over his lips.
Keara: She laughed and then gave him a more serious look. “Speak more of that later we can. So, hush now and behave.” Keara needed to focus and due to him placing his arms around her, she’d almost forgotten something incredibly important. Having forgotten the parchment that was an essential part of the ritual as it needed to be enchanted, she moved back to the lockbox to obtain the copy she had made in preparation for this evening. Placing the piece of paper on the altar she double checked Enver’s location turned back to face the altar and took a moment to allow her mind to fall still. When she was ready she called upon the elements to seal the circle, as was her way, and summoned the demi-fae. They were troublesome creatures and each and every one fought against her in an effort not to have not do her will.
Enver: She expected him to be quiet during this? What the hell was that in their house? "Uh." Enver more or less babbled out and pointed at the thing." You-" he snapped his mouth shut and reeled backwards a little, which didn't get him very far but hitting the door of the bathroom. He was trapped! And so was she! With that hideous thing. Enver's eyes looked for the closest escape route, which was going close to the grotesque thing. He sighed, resigned to the fact that this thing was in their house, she had called it here and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Or could he? It was tempting.
Keara: She blocked out the few words that came from his lips, her attention fully on the creature before her. She began speaking in Faeish and from time to time the creature would become enraged and try to break free from its temporary prison. Oddly it never attacked her directly, even if it moved right past her. From time to time she would throw the contents of the containers at her feet at the barrier about her but there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to this action and the oil never broke free or remained, it was somehow absorbed by the magics. When she had the words in their correct order, having learned the creature’s name and how best to command it, she repeated the same phrase three times over. The paper on the altar glowed and then the light faded, the ingredients upon it vanished and the creature along with them.
Enver: "What the **** was that? In our house?" Enver whipped his head from left to right, looking for where the thing went off to, because it had to still be in the house, right? "We have to find it. And get it out." He moved past her, forgetting about the ritual itself, even though it had brought the thing here, in hopes of finding the creature and getting rid of it. He'd toss it right out on its ***. "Any idea where it went?"
Keara: Keara began to laugh, not so much at him but due to the way he was acting. Moving to intercept him, she blocked his path and placed her hand on his shoulder. Once she had him in her grasp, she placed her right hand under his jaw to make sure he would look at her and she caught his eye she smiled, exposing her fangs. “Worry you need not my love. Gone the creature is. Remain with us they do not once the ritual to fruition has been brought through either success of failure. Quite safe we are. Bring it here I would not if harm it would do to any but myself.”
Enver: Enver scowled, just a little as he was blocked from trying to find the damn thing. But when she smiled and those fangs of hers were out, the scowl faded and soon he was reassured of whatever. She could have said anything and he'd believe her in that moment. "I'm not worried." He brushed it off, sure he could handle any demi-fae thing. "Just making sure it left was all. So what did it do?" He looked around one last time, before his eyes fell back on her face and that damn smile.
Keara: She let her hand move from his jawline to rummage through his hair as she contemplated kissing him. “Did what I asked of it. Asked I did for it a tome to create for you. Though learn to use it you must,” she wanted to turn and retrieve the paper but she was lost in his eyes. Before she could force herself to walk away however, her lips found his and she was wrapping her arms around him.
