Keara: “But likes he does not on the floor to be. Unable he is then for under the covers to creep if cold he is.” The concern for his wellbeing was all too obvious. “Though perhaps blanket for him make I could…if proper bed he has. Something comfortable and warm you must for him buy,” she nodded her head and settled in with him. She’d missed her husband in every way possible and so when he began talking over all the things they had to discuss, she allowed herself to close her eyes and let her fingertips trace his scars as she replied.This RP takes place on Monday 17th March 2014.
Enver: "Proper bed? He's not a person." Enver grumbled. "I'll see what the pet store has." He added in, mostly to appease her. Whatever they had, Gizmo was getting and he better be happy about it too. Enver was tired of talking about Gizmo. The dog would get what he got and that was the end of it. He was becoming spoiled and not by him either. He never thought she'd be the one spoiling the damn thing, even if it was her gift. As the night came to an end and everything that seemed important to Enver was discussed, the dog was moved from the bed anyways, with or without Keara's protest, so Enver could enjoy the first night in about a week with his wife, how he had wanted to.
Keara: It had been moving more for the last few days and causing Keara more than a few issues; a fact she’d tried to keep from Enver as best she could as she didn’t want him fussing about her with every little twist and turn and possible nibble it was making inside of her. Tonight however the pain was far more intense and she was almost certain that it was trying to free itself from its fleshy prison. “Enver?” she groaned, gripping her stomach as she tried to free herself from the duvet that was wrapped around her. “Think I do that Enos this world wishes to greet.”
Enver: He knew this was coming. It was a guarantee, but so soon? He wasn't ready to help birth something out. Not that sort of something. He looked up from the papers he had been looking at and then at her. Enos. Why the hell she named it was beyond him. The thing wasn't anything other than a pain in his *** the last two weeks. More than likely a pain in her *** too. He dropped the folders, stood and moved to her side. He'd seen movies where women gave birth and had been in one or two flicks himself where that scenario happened. They laid down. Always laid down. On their backs. She was already in bed, so she just had to get on her back. "You should be on your back." Enver moved to her side of the bed as Gizmo went zipping around the room, yapping ferociously as Enver knelt beside her. "It hurts I'm sorry for that, but you've got to stay on your back." He frowned as he tried to push her on her back, gently, but forcefully.
Keara: “Enver!” she growled, trying to bat him away. “Wish I do out of this bed to be. Know I do not the mess that creature cause shall and if survive I do…need I will this bed in to lie.” She screamed as the thing clawed and gnashed within her. It seemed quite determined to get out and obviously knew which route to take, or so it seemed, as it wasn’t trying to get around her spine. “Help me out,” she said grabbing his shoulder and pulling him towards her slightly to emphasise how serious she was.
Enver: He sighed as she pushed at him and tried to get out of the bed. "Yeah, but-" Enver started to protest before he decided against it, grabbed an arm with his hand and tugged her up and out of the bed. "Not really sure birthing something standing up is a good idea for anyone..." He muttered before Enver searched for his wife's face. "What should I do? Should I shoot it?" He looked at her stomach, where the thing was making itself known by moving all around, kicking and punching was the best way to describe what Enver saw and then back at his wife. "You should, ahh, breathe." Breathe? Did he really say that? Enver resisted the urge to slap his forehead with his palm before he cleared his throat. "Helps in human birth." He explained, as if that statement could be explained.
Keara: A low, guttural growl escaped her lips, though whether it was from the pain or aimed at her husband was something Enver would have to work out for himself. “Said I did not that wished I did for standing to be…though…strategic advantage have that would…if able I am for creature to attack.” For all their talking, this was the one thing that hadn’t actually discussed. They’d spoken about how best to fight it and yet never how best to position her for when it tried to emerge. The comment about breathing seemed to be ignored; at least she gave no verbal reply to it. “Behind me…Behind me you should stand. Keep me standing.” She nodded her head before the pain had her bending over and gripping her knees. The thing was damn near through and she knew it. Whether or not she’d live or die was something that was about to be decided.
Enver: He should get something. A gun, a knife, hell, even a lamp to hit it with as it came out. So she could do what she needed to do. Buy her some time. At least that was what Enver thought, so he took a step to his desk, but then stopped. What if he headed there to get a gun and it was too late? He had missed everything and she died? No. Best he stayed put and did as she said. Enver moved around his wife and wrapped an arm under her breasts, but right above her belly and under her belly to hold her. As he did this, Enver tried to think about how best he could help her at this moment in time and so, the male tried to hold her firmly, but gently. Reassuringly that everything would work out fine, they'd get through this together. As if he were trying to inspire her in some sense and he was, with his natural allurist abilities. "We'll be alright. I've got you beautiful." With her before him, and he behind her, supporting her, Enver no longer felt as if he were a fish in water. He felt as if he could do this with her and do what was needed.
Keara: If his behaviour last week had let him down, his behaviour today would be his saving grace, as he did exactly what she asked and she loved him for that. As he held her and boosted her abilities, she smiled; though the smile didn’t last long as Enos made his way into the world. She let out a rather loud scream as it made its final attack to free itself and then…nothing. The creature was gone. Keara collapsed against her husband, having only been able to stand throughout the ordeal with his support and now it was over she had no need to stay strong, but why it was over or where it had gone was beyond her. “Its…its…where did it go?” she asked in a weak voice, her eyes searching the room for it. The incessant barking of their pet ceasing, as if he knew the threat had passed.
Enver: How long would it take to get out? What would happen? What could they do in the seconds it would take for Enos to get comfortable with the new surroundings and realize there was the two of them in the room with him. It. When she collapsed against him, Enver felt the need to step back and tug her with him, as if getting her away from the thing that had just come out of his wife. Only, there hadn't been a need to, because it was gone before Enver pulled her too far away from it. "Go?" Enver asked, confused as he bent at his knees, put an arm under her knees and hoisted her up in his arms. "Gone. Not here anymore." He said, relieved. "Forget it." He put her on their bed and was once again at the bed side of her. "Can only give you so much blood...can you heal?" What he really meant to ask, and maybe it was in his tone, was, 'Are you going to be alright?'
Keara: She wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let go and yet her wounded stomach seemed to be causing some sort of weakness in her, as she was placed on the bed without any protest. Her mind was still racing, the adrenaline pumping and still she had no strength. Where had Enos gone? Why had he gone? Had she done it? Had Enver? Hell, the thought that Gizmo’s bark might have frightened it away even crossed her mind. “I…erm…” she looked to her midriff to inspect the damage; Enos had done quite the number on her. “Time and energy to heal this require shall.” The injury could best be described as critical in nature and yet she hadn’t lost a vast amount of blood with it. Well not as much as she had the week before when she had cut herself all over. “Heal…heal it some I can. Then tomorrow perhaps heal it further I can. As for blood…I…erm…” while she seemed oddly coherent, she was also slightly disorientated what with all the theories running through her brain.
Enver: Time? Taking time didn't sit well with him, but what could be done? He couldn't heal it for her, as much as Enver wished her could. "Don't worry about blood. It'll get sorted as best as it could. If I could call someone to help you out with some heals..." He stopped his train of thought, knowing she'd deny it. He sighed, closed his eyes and tried to boost her blood as much and as best as her could, focused on trying to get her help as best as he could.
Keara: “Enver…A moment’s pause take you should. Require this also I do…” She focused on her stomach and healed it as best she could. Enver seemed focused on the idea of making her better and this was perhaps the only way she could calm him down and stop him worrying for long enough that she could give the matter some real consideration. Luckily for Keara she had crossed the Immortals bridge and acquired the quickening power and was therefore able to partially heal the wounded are and allow her to feed again. Enver had already boosted her blood a little and as much as she appreciated that, she was more than willing to drain a few blood bags so that he could conserve his own energies. “Perhaps…a few blood bags for me you could fetch?” This task would not only have him doing something useful, it would allow her the quiet to think over what had happened, as unlike her husband she wasn’t willing to just chalk it up to it being a lucky escape, she wanted to know why it was gone and possibly even where?
Enver: "Blood bags?" Enver looked at her confused. "Leave you?" He asked, flabbergasted that she'd want him to leave. "I mean, I'd have to leave. Anything could happen. That thing could come back!" Enver shook his head. "I can text Crash to get some and bring it to the boat." He looked around for his phone. "I'll meet him outside the boat." He reassured her.
Keara: She sighed softly and tried not to show her disappointment in the fact that she wanted him out of her hair for a bit. “Acceptable that is…but…if staying with me you are. Need I do for this over to think…Perhaps lie with me you will?” She patted the bed next to her. Of course she was more than willing to talk things through with her husband, she just needed for him not to dismiss the conversation out of hand. They had done and were doing all they could for her health and while she was still in some considerable pain, she was covering it or rather controlling it well.
Enver: He grinned when she accepted the middle ground. Enver moved from the bed to swipe his phone up from the desk he had been sitting at and proceeded to text Crash, telling him to bring ten blood bags. Enver knew she didn't need that much, but he'd rather buy too much than not enough. "Yeah. Course." He put the phone down, moved to the other side of the bed and crawled in to it. "You sure you're alright?" Enver propped himself on his one arm to look down at her. "Besides that big hole in your stomach. I mean-you don't think you're going to die? Right?"
Keara: She shook her head. “I…well…explain it I cannot. Dead I should be. Creature us attacked should have. Want I do the reason to know why that came to pass did not. In Nox’s favour perhaps we are and yet still, explains it it does not. Done something we must have.” Her tone was serious and showed the fact that she was heavily preoccupied by it all. She hadn’t even responded to the small whimpers from the side of the bed. Having been over excited before, Gizmo too wanted to check on his mother and was pawing at the bed, a fact that both Enver and Keara had missed or ignored over the space of the last few minutes.
Enver: Enver looked at the wall as she confirmed what he thought should have happened. Keara should have been dead. Hell, maybe even him too, once the monster turned its attention from her to him. "I didn't do anything." Enver looked back at her as a sigh came out between his lips. "Not that I didn't want to. Thing was so damn fast. Out, then gone. Had nothing to do with it." Enver's phone vibrated, indicating Crash was outside, or close to. "Crash is here." He hopped off the bed. "Be back." Hs leaned over the bed and pressed his lips to hers and went off to meet Crash topside.
Keara: A soft smile was her only reply before he left, her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she tried to think over what could have happened. She could summon the beasts. In fact that was one of her plans, as she’d noted that having two such creatures in one place would have them at each other’s throat. She could have thrown it even to give them time to run away. Teleport herself out and summon Enver. Tome home. So many ideas she’d had to try and get away, with the hope of returning later to try and kill the beast when her strength had returned. But she hadn’t done a thing…had she? She was mentally listing each of her gifts, dismissing each and every one as she thought of it. “Oh…” she said aloud to no-one as she remembered that the creatures themselves could teleport. Then she realised that, that was stupid, as Enos had no reason to go anywhere else when his food source was right there before him. “Teleported it was.” It was the only thing that made sense and yet she still wasn’t convinced she’d done it.
Enver: He got the bags from Crash, the exact amount Enver had asked and then an attempt at a quick sale of some pot, which Enver waved off with a furrow of his brows. It was Crash's way of life and Enver knew it before he decided to replace Hannah with this guy, but Enver had made it pretty clear that he was trying to behave with his drinking and drug use. Crash never pushed it, but it didn't mean he didn't offer every chance he could. Once Crash went off to go do what he did every night at the city's clubs, Enver headed back down to his wife. "Got those bags of blood, beautiful." Enver called out at he headed down below. "Still doing alright?" He asked as he made his way over to her, Gizmo following along, but still being ignored for now.
Keara: She pulled herself up a little on the bed and held out her hands to him as he returned, wanting either him or the blood. “Alright I am. Perhaps. At least…Well…Sure I am now that Enos teleported was. And well believe I do not that he himself that did. No reason had creature for us alive to leave. Yes?” she was talking rather quickly as all the thoughts had worked her up a little and now that she was coming to terms with the fact that she had survived this (even if it had mauled her half to death escaping), she was feeling quite optimistic.
Enver: He frowned. "Well, I can't teleport. So it had to be you." Enver sat down on the corner of the bed before putting the bags between them as he got comfortable on the bed. "Doesn't make sense he'd leave us." Enver nodded his head in agreement. "I mean, you're not in tip top shape." He cleared his throat. "So where'd you send him to?" Enver picked a bag up and offered it to her outstretched hands.
Keara: Keara snatched the bag a little greedily. She still didn’t like the taste of them, not when compared to blood direct to the vein but beggars can’t be choosers, so she made do with what was available to her. If everything went well, she might even be able to go hunt tomorrow; a fact that made her smile even as she ripped into the bag and drained it dry. “Thank you. And…Send it away I did not. No location had I in my mind for it. Though…hmm…” It had to have been her. Enver couldn’t do it and it certainly wasn’t Gizmo. “Gizmo!” she called out, having forgotten about him. He was still pawing at the covers whimpering pathetically in an attempt to get attention. She reached down and scooped him up after placing the empty bag on the dressing table. “I’m okay Gizmo,” she said holding him before her, the pup wriggling in her hands as he tried to lick her nose. “Are you okay?” she turned him around, holding him under the belly before running her hand down his back. “Go see daddy,” she added as she placed him on the bed; daddy being a name she had never previously applied to Enver.
Enver: Enver frowned at his wife. Nothing made sense. He knew he couldn't teleport anything. Not that he knew of. So it had to be her. And it was obviously not the dog. He watched her interactions and then shoved another bag in her direction. "Think you need to finish getting your fill. You sure you're alright?" He picked the dog up and put him on the opposite side of him, not sure the placement of the dog in the middle of them was the best idea, being she seemed so...happy? All things considered.
Keara: “Oh…good idea that is. Going to ask for another I was. And another. And another,” she laughed and took the second bag from him, drinking it down as greedily as she had the first. “Bad it would be if I Gizmo wished to drain thusly. Yes?” The pup had his paws on Enver’s legs and was wagging his tail. “Wouldn’t it baby,” she said in what could only be described as someone else’s voice, as Keara did not do baby talk. “Want you do not for mummy your fuzzy little neck to bite do you?” The pup barked, as if trying to answer her, obviously knowing that she was talking to him. “Another please?” Her tone returned to normal as she addressed her husband. “Think you that teleported it could have been without my intent?”
Enver: "Ahhh..." Enver blinked and then gently set the dog down on the ground, where he figured it was the safest at. "Dog isn't for dinner, for starters." He shook his head and then did something very human. A hand went to her forehead to see if she had a temperature, but then he pulled it back when he realized they were more or less the same temperature. "I didn't teleport it." He said, rather seriously as Enver handed another bag to her. "How's the healing going along?"
Keara: “More blood required is,” she said grabbing at his wrist as he pulled his hand away from her head. “Taste you do better than these things.” The bag was crumpled up in her free hand before being thrown to the table with the first. “And…” she pulled him a little closer, showing that despite her injury she wasn’t completely helpless. “Know I do that he not for feeding is.” She tapped Enver’s nose with the index finger of her free hand, before springing up from the bed just long enough to lightly kiss his lips. Gizmo squirmed and barked on the floor, jumping at the bed on his hind legs.
Enver: "I, ahhh...don't think you should be moving so quick. All things considered." Enver got up off the bed to follow after her. "Don't think I taste all that good either. Might be a bit delirious. From Enos." He moved around to her side of the bed, stood in front of her and pushed at her shoulders, gently. "Should lay back down." He coaxed her. "You still have some bags to drink."
Keara: She hadn’t planned to get out of the bed but she’d spent so long in the damn thing recently that all she wanted to do was jump up and down and run around the room. Gizmo clawed at her ankle, barking until he as scooped up by her once more. This time she held the tiny pup under one arm as Enver tried to coax her back to bed. “Lies he does,” she said jostling the little creature as the baby talk returned. “Yes he does. Daddy lies. Very tasty he is. Isn’t he Gizmo. Yeah…know that you do too.” She was ruffling his head in an affectionate manner as she tried to ignore her husband to a certain extent. Not that she could ignore him for long, as he was right, she did need to rest and feed. While she was trying to ignore the pain in her abdomen, it was still there. She discarded the pup off to the side and grabbed for Enver’s waist, pulling him to her as she did. “Return to bed I shall if come with me you do.”
Enver: "Well, yeah. Thought I would turn it in for an early night." Enver allowed her to drag him with, a frown still on his face. "How you doing? Seeing things as they are? Not seeing double, are you? Or triple? Sound a little strange, truth be told." Enver was on the bed and tugging her down with him. "I mean if you want some of my blood, I'd give it to you. But pretty sure once you get past tonight, you'd not want that. It's like a law or something you follow." He reminded her.
Keara: She bit into her lip and gave him a very cute look as she snuggled up to him. “Know that I do. Silly boy. Lost my mind I have not. Only…True it is. Taste better you do,” she grabbed his wrist and pulled it to her lips before kissing it gently. “Said I did not that drink you I would as if food you were.” She was looking him in the eyes as she spoke, ignoring the small and fuzzy critter that was trying to worm his way between them. “Though more blood require I do,” she said softly before sinking her fangs into his wrist. True to her word, she didn’t drink from him; they rarely drank from one another as that path was a dangerous road to tread upon but vampires could ingest a small amount of each other’s blood with practice and so she licked the wound before replacing his wrist with his lips, as she kissed him fiercely.
Enver: "Well, maybe you could lu-" His words were cut off as he felt her fangs in his wrist, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. It wasn't as if he didn't like it any, but this was a game neither one of them really could play for too long. Not with her missing half her stomach and who knew what else? He growled, a slightly aggressive one that hinted at a warning before she shut him up with a demanding kiss. He returned the kiss with the same tenacity, before his hands found both her shoulders and then pushed her away from him. "I don't think you're feeling quite right. I mean, look at you." He made a gesture to her abdomen area with his left hand, before he looked at her face. "Where'd you send Enos too? Think, Keara."
Keara: Pouting a little a small whimper escaped her lips before she sat up on the bed and reached out to grab her squirming little play mate. “Mummy doesn’t know where Enos went…Does she?” she said holding Gizmo before her face, close enough that this time he could lick her nose, his little tail wagging as she did. “Tell Daddy.” She held Gizmo out to Enver, as if the little creature was going to repeat her words. Before Enver could take the pup from her hands and put him back on the floor (again) she pulled him back and tucked with under one arm as she reached over the bed to try and get another blood bag with her free hand. “If teleported it I did…” she began before she bit into the bag and began to drink from it. “Erm…” she mumbled, the liquid still filling her mouth. “Hmm…” Once the bag was empty she screwed it up and threw it to the table. “Perhaps instinct it was?”
Enver: He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dog can't actually tell me something, you know. They just...bark." His teeth gritted together before he shook his head. "Alright, so you don't know where he is. I'm sure he'll be showing up somewhere in the city sometime soon." He shrugged his shoulders. "Instinct? What do you mean?"
Keara: Keara shrugged as she tore into the fourth and probably final blood bag she’d be drinking that night and shrugged her shoulders at Enver’s question. Gizmo began squirming, wanting to be put down and the moment Keara complied with his wishes, he went bounding over to his daddy. “Powers sometimes instinctual are. Yes? Know that you do. Need you do not for to concentrate on certain things. And well…” she paused and considered it further. “Like…perhaps…well…yes, like when perform rituals I do. If demi-fae escapes does, sent away it is so that harm me it cannot. Need I do not over that to think. Just happens it does. Perhaps same thing with Enos happened. In danger we were and so sent away he was. That makes sense…yes?” She had no idea why it could have worked that way but it was literally the only explanation she had, as she really hadn’t tried to teleport the thing on a conscious level.
Enver: "Ahh, sure?" He shrugged, not knowing anything about how teleporting worked or rituals." His eyes dropped down to the dog, his eyes narrowing at the thing as it demanded his attention, more or less. "Think the dog needs a walk or something." He muttered, not liking all his energy at the moment. Mostly because of the way his wife was acting and the dog didn't seem to notice or mind.
Keara: “Think I do that, that it must be. No other explanation do I have. Work I shall in days that follow for creatures to hunt. Find Enos perhaps I shall not, but kill I can more of his kind. Do it now I would but…well injured I am. Quite badly. So wait it shall have to till healed this would is. And Enver…no walk does he require. Wishes he does for you his head to pat. His walking noise different is. More urgent. Squirms more he does,” she smiled. “Dances then he does. Have you that not noticed?” What with being cooped up on the boat for a while, she’d had time to study and learn the small creature’s habits. For the most part they were quite simple and she was already picking up on the subtle nuisances in his limited range of noises.
Enver: "I'm sure someone else will find him before you get a chance to." He assured her as he looked away from the dog and focused back on his wife and her words. He knew the dog didn't have to go outside, but the thing was being so damn annoying. "Well, thought I'd check to see if it was outside." He shrugged his shoulders. "Enos was, that is." He clarified. "Think you need more blood than that?"
Keara: She shook her head as she crumpled the bag up and then reached behind her to place it with the rest before taking a moment to inspect the wound. There wasn’t as much mess as she’d expected; not that she was really sure what she expected. Her blood and form had a tendency to fade away and the creature hadn’t been harmed in anyway and so all things considered, the room had gotten off lightly, as perhaps had they. Keara crawled over the bed and off the end. Not that she needed to crawl but she was in a very odd mood. She then poked her head up over the side of the bed to look at Enver, only to find Gizmo staring back at her, a shrill, singular bark escaping his cute little muzzle. “Shhh,” she told him, even going as far to place a finger to her lips like that might help him to understand what she wanted from him. “If outside he was,” she began stroking Gizmo behind the ear, “then heard him we would have.” That said walked over to the cupboard to retrieve one of her nightdresses, in the hope that it might actually fit her again now. This time she hadn’t crawled, but instead walked with her arms outstretched, placing one foot directly in front of the other as if walking an imaginary tightrope.
Enver: "What in the hell is the matter with you?" He growled out as Enver got out of the bed. "Should be sitting down, lying down, resting." He scowled at her, the dog being ignored again as he followed after her. "What is it you need so damn bad to be getting out of bed, after just birthing a ******* monster?" He grabbed his wife from behind and gave her a small shake, hoping something would rattle up there and make his wife...sane? Normal?
Keara: After being shaken she dropped down low to the floor and hugged her knees. She rocked herself ever so slightly, but not out of fear, this was just a nervous habit and her conscious mind was trying to stop her from crawling on all fours again and possibly lying down to listen to the floor. Despite her behaviour and desires, she replied as normally as she could, her replies all being single word statements. “Nightdress. Clothes. Clothing.”
Enver: He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sorry. You're just going to exhaust yourself. All things considered." He moved past her and to where her things were at, pulled out a few things and headed back to her. "Should go back to bed. We could watch a movie?" He suggested, hopeful she'd take the offer.
Keara: She flinched away from him, her mood having shifted into one of mistrust, something Gizmo responded to as he began barking at Enver from the bed, his little legs padding back and forth over the duvet. He couldn’t jump to the floor as it was a little too high for him but still, it didn’t stop him from trying to voice his own little opinion on what was going on between his owners. “Shhh,” she said to Gizmo before sinking to the floor and pressing her ear to it. “Listen.” There was nothing unusual to be heard, at least there wouldn’t have been to anyone else but to her there were faint whisperings to be heard.
Enver: "Great. Now the dog is acting up again." He groaned and shook his head as Enver came up short of hearing anything in the boat or outside of it. Outside of the damn dog. "Think you two have been spending too much time together. Time to get off this damn boat at the least." He scowled as he moved to the dog, put him on the floor and turned back to Keara. "Where we going? It's too small in here for all of us. Things are getting weird in here."
Keara: Gizmo began sniffing around Keara and she reached out and squished him a little too hard to the floor, the poor thing whimpering as she obviously caused him some discomfort. “Shhh…Hear I cannot when speaking you all are.” She released Gizmo and began tracing Celtic patterns on the floor with her left hand. While this perhaps wasn’t strange as Keara was in some ways equally talented with both hands, she was right handed and only used her dominate hand for writing and drawing; something her husband would likely notice, if he was paying enough attention. “No,” she whispered, “The darkness safe is. Nox protect us shall.”
Enver: He noticed it, but with her being out of her mind, quite literally, Enver didn't put much in to it. "Right. Well, I'm going to go. With Gizmo. Back home." He moved to the dog, who was now coming bounding his way, realizing it made a mistake by going to Keara. Enver scooped the dog up and tucked him under an arm, holding him under his legs and kept him in place by that same arm. "To our family. The ones we've not seen in a pretty long time. Who probably want to see you." Sure, he was baiting her, but it wasn't below him if the situation called for it.
Keara: She didn’t hear his words, not really. She heard the noise they made, sure but the words themselves meant nothing, it was the sound of his footsteps that pulled her focus and she half looked in his direction. Keara still lay on the floor, the clothing next to her, her hand still tracing symbol after symbol and now she was muttering to herself, her gaze looking right through Enver. “No. No. Yes. No.” She was replying to unheard questions from unheard voices that likely only existed in her mind. Enver had never seen her like this but this was a common sight to some of her family that had had known her in that first year after her re-emergence. She hadn’t had an episode like this in quite some time as her mind was far stronger now than it had been and she’d learnt to focus on things that kept her grounded in the real world and yet something had happened for that mental control to slip.
Enver: "Look, there's nothing there. And no one is talking." Enver sighed, exasperated. His wife hadn't been his wife in weeks now and now she was worse than she was before when she was pregnant. "Come on." He growled and stalked back over to her, stepping in some of the places she had been tracing, intentionally. "I want to go home and I want my god damn wife back." He sneered.
Keara: Either she didn’t see him or she didn’t care as her hand worked over and around the placing of his feet, seeming not to take any notice of him. “Hear you do. Stay. Safe here is. Shhh…” Gizmo squirmed as if asking to be set back down, for as much as he didn’t like the energy coming off of Keara, he didn’t like the frustration he was feeling from Enver either.
Enver: "Great." He muttured, put the squirming dog down and then went back to the bed. He sat on a corner of it and watched her. "So, what's it saying? The wood? Time for a polish?" He muttered wryly.
