Enver: They needed to move location. Both of them were getting tired of staying in the same place. Enver told Keara he'd meet her at the boat at the docks, leashed Gizmo up and said he'd meet her there after walking the dog and getting the promised movies. While he walked the dog, he decided to see how Peter's situation was going and sent him a short text. You stop at the grocery store for those things yet?This RP takes place on Monday 10th March 2014.
Peter: Peter was at home again, in the cabin, surrounded by dogs. For once, Jersey wasn't there, though he suspected that she might make an appearance at some point soon. As his phone buzzed, he put down the book he'd been reading and checked the text. A frown furrowed his brow, even as the smile threatened to break open on his lips, as he sent the reply: No. She's agreed we don't need sex to be in a relationship.
Keara: Keara was more than a little unhappy with Enver’s sire, something he likely didn’t know yet, as she only found the message on Crownet after he left. The darkness in the room enveloped her and without Enver there to distract her, she’d had to push her dagger through the palm of her hand to get the negative energy to dissipate. Having calmed herself, for now, she bound her wound with the remnants of Enver’s t-shirt (the one she’d cut up to make the bog bed), dressed (as best she could), cloaked herself in shadows and stalked out into the night air.
Enver: Enver's phone went off again as he approached the docks, skimmed the text quick and snorted. Yeah, he said that once too, but everyone knew how that went. Still, he'd let Peter find that out for himself. Enver rubbed at his jaw, felt a tug on the leash from Gizmo, the overactive, hyperactive monster he snagged off the streets, or it snagged him, hard to say really and replied to the text. Well, always good to be safe than sorry. Don't want to be that guy. You know. If.
Peter: Peter snorted at the reply text; he'd taken to just staring at his phone and waiting for it to go off rather than pick up the book to keep reading. He was still unsure about his revelations. Unsure whether it had been the right thing to do - but nothing untoward had happened just yet, and he hoped that nothing would. He scratched at the minimal stubble on his jaw before he replied, ignoring Enver's implications of if: I told her. About me. About fadebeasts. If we don't have the protection, there's less chance of us giving in. He then took to staring at the crackling fire, wondering if he was being a bit too much of a fool.
Keara: She began making herself at home as she waited for Enver. She’d arrived barefoot and slipped into bed having disrobed; as really she had no need of the clothing and knew she might need to distract her husband upon his return, if only to distract herself from doing or saying something she may regret later. And so she waited…a little impatiently for his return.
Enver: The phone remained in one hand, the leash in the other knowing Peter would reply in some form, even if to deny that they'd do the inevitable. He moved down the dock where his boat had been at all winter as another text came his way, then frowned. That wasn't quite the reply he thought he was going to get, and so he waited to reply until he was on the boat and heading down below, mostly to think about what he should say. Word of advice, kiddo. Buy the condoms. If you move like you do with spilling out your secrets, you'll be needing them soon. "So much for slowly acclimatizing her to things." Enver grumbled as he hit send at about the time he stepped off the last step.
Peter: The frown deepened over Peter's brow as a wave of anxiety washed through him. It didn't take much to make Peter anxious. Enver didn't seem at all angry or disappointed, but still. The implication was still there. Peter shouldn't have done it, no matter how much he thought he could trust her. His surety reared up to fuel a response, however; an explanation, of sorts. He replied: I failed to realise that I don't have a shadow. She noticed. How was I supposed to explain my way out of that one? Besides. I can trust her. I know I can.
Keara: “Acclimatising who? And to what?” she asked as Enver walked in muttering to himself, her issues with his sire temporarily forgotten in her curiosity. It was likely the word ‘her’ in the sentence that caught her attention but she hadn’t analysed her actions that far. She waited for Enver to reply and for him to let Gizmo loose so that he could explore this new environment. She’d placed his bed at the end of the bed and his bone, and toys. In fact, she’d brought more stuff with her for Gizmo than she had for herself.
Enver: "Huh?" Enver heard Keara before he read the text from Peter and then cleared his throat. "Ahh." He bent down to take the leash off Gizmo, gave him a quick pat before the little monster went on its terrorizing its location by sniffing everything and clawing at some things as he tried to figure out all the scents. Enver ignored it, mostly because he was trying to figure out how to avoid the topic. "Her? Oh. Some friend of someone. No one I know personally." He grinned at her, as Enver opened the new message and read it. He sighed, having forgot that fact about shadows and how obvious it should have been to peg Peter as not all that human (even if Enver disagreed on that topic) and began to reply to it. "Give me a second to finish this up." He looked up at Keara quick as he worked on his reply. If you think so. Best not to let everyone know you spilled the beans. If you know what I mean.
Peter: Peter huffed a sigh as he read the reply. His fingers moved swiftly over the screen of his phone as he responded, the actions sharp and only a little fuelled by irritation: I'm not an idiot. Though he did wonder; was it really all that safe to be keeping secrets from his sire? He knew he didn't intend to keep it secret forever. He just had to figure out a way to break it to her when he was more aware of what her reaction might be. The last thing he wanted from any of this was for any harm to come to Jersey.
Keara: “Lying you are,” she grumbled, her eyes following the path of their curious little companion as he ran to and fro sniffing at anything he could comfortably reach. “No!” she chastised the pup as he began chewing at something just outside of her field of vision, his little head popping out from his hiding place to see if the stern tone was aimed at him before running off somewhere else.
Enver: "No I'm not. I don't know her and she's a friend of someone’s." Enver shrugged his shoulders as he watched the dog go running off to hide. "He's just exploring things." Enver grumbled, obviously the more relaxed 'parent' of the two of them. Enver came in more to the stateroom, tugged off his coat and then put a back pack on a dresser surface. "Got those movies." He put the phone down and started rummaging through the back pack to show her, figuring his conversation with Peter would be done, because he knew Peter wasn’t an idiot. Especially due to his reply, which Enver knew Peter knew he was talking about Keara when it came to 'everyone.'
Keara: His answer was less than satisfactory and she knew when he was hiding something and so she crawled out of the bed and made her way over to him. Her movements were calm and deliberate as while the rage she felt still bubbled in her heart, she was keeping her focus on Enver and whatever it was he was trying to hide from her. Having left his phone unguarded, she snatched it up, turned her back to him and began looking through it to see who he’d been talking too. “Peter? What are you me not telling?” she asked as she opened the most recent message.
Enver: He assumed she was coming to check out the movies he picked up and pick one out. He tried to pick ones that were 'safe' i.e. ones that didn't have him married or looking like he had sex at some point in a film. Boy was he wrong. She moved for his phone and so did he, but she was quicker than him. "Guy talk." Enver shrugged his shoulders. "It's not that big of a deal." It was a big deal, for Keara and he knew it. "Right, well Peter has a friend who is a girl. And someone made the poor kid think he couldn't have sex. Ever." He stared at her, not saying who that someone was, but his stare pretty much said it.
Keara: A small growl escaped her lips as he expressed what to her was a chastisement of her behaviour. “Intimate with a human he cannot be. What did you him tell?” she asked, immediately jumping to the conclusion that Enver had given advice to the contrary. She wasn’t going to trust his word for it though, as he had a habit of trying to keep things for her ‘for her own good’ and so she began working her way backwards through the messages he’d received. A much louder growl escaped her lips before she turned to face him, thrusting the phone at him, as she’d seen enough already. “Told her he did. Credited him with more intelligence I did!”
Enver: "To buy some condoms." Enver chuckled, before dismissing her off. Or he was about to until she worked her way through the messages. "Oh. Because you would have said what when someone pointed out your lack of shadow? Kid doesn't have your years of knowledge under his belt." Enver scowled, obviously fine with what Peter had done. "Besides, he trusts her. Good enough for me. Some humans can be trusted." He reminded her.
Keara: It took a moment to process what he’d said, possibly as she was still trying to get her head around the fact that Peter had already told his female toy what he was. “What? You that said!” She was beyond annoyed at her husband and slapped him hard across the face. Her desire to do the same to Peter had her reaching out to him at the same time, summoning him across the city without her consciously willing him to her side. When he arrived, he’d be greeted by the sight of his naked sire who was quite heavily pregnant; the abomination in her womb being approximately the size of a butternut squash. To anyone knowing anything of pregnancy, she might appear to be 33 weeks along and yet she and Enver had only been in hiding a few weeks.
Peter: One second he was trying to read his book, even though he was processing none of the words; he was dwelling too much on the fact that he might have made a mistake and thinking about how he might be able to remedy it. In the next second, it felt as if his entire body were crawling with ants until all of a sudden, he was no longer solid. In that split second it took him to realise that his book had fallen to the floor with a loud thud, he was flying across the city - bodiless, and voiceless, even though he was shouting his surprise and fear in a wrangled scream. So when he finally landed in front of a naked, heavily pregnant Keara, the silence of the room was broken by his still terrified shout. He had no idea what had just happened, or why. For only one second he was silent as he realised exactly who and what he was looking at. And then he shouted again - this time in stupefied shock. He instantly turned his back on the naked woman. He was completely lost for words, standing there like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing with no words coming out.
Enver: "Damn right I-" he was cut off by the harsh slap across his face, a hand going out to her wrist to catch it and keep it still. "Unless that was an offer of foreplay, I'd be careful, sweetheart." He knew how much she hated that nickname, so did it intentionally. He glared down at her and cleared his throat. "It's naive to think he'd not have sex. With a vampire or human." He scoffed and let her wrist go before he rubbed at his cheek. "Let's be honest."
Keara: Keara had failed to notice the arrival of Peter in the room, Gizmo on the other hand was on him as soon as he materialised. It was the noise emanating from him that had Keara stop in her tracks and turn to face him, a look of confusion on her face. His arrival had stopped her from kicking Enver in the shins, for now, but that didn’t stop the room darkening about them. The objects in the place beginning to vibrate about them.
Peter: Peter didn't turn around to look at the pair of them. His gaze dropped to the small dog that instantly ran to his feet; he might have otherwise lathered the animal with attention, but he was still too shocked and flabbergasted by what had happened. He thought that he had done it. That maybe his preoccupation with the advice given to him by both Keara and Enver had suddenly pulled him to their presence. Finally his voice came out in a dull croak, his gaze shifting across the floor as he tried to find out where the exit was, without again witnessing a naked Keara. "I'm sorry. I'm... I don't know how I did it. I didn't mean to. I ah... I can leave, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, taking a long stride toward what he assumed (hoped) was the exit.
Enver: The dog running to somewhere or something was what alerted Enver to the fact something or someone was on his boat. Other than the two of them. He turned to see a back of a male. Not just any male, but Peter. "What the hell is he doing here?" Enver doubted he'd come here without an invitation, and he sure couldn't summon him, so it had to be his wife that summoned him here. So he turned to her, waiting for an answer, but then headed to the bed, yanked the sheet off it and started wrapping it around her. "Least you could have covered up first." He grumbled, a scowl still on his features.
Keara: The room continued to take on a more sinister feel and as Enver attempted to wrap the sheet around her, she took it from him, shoving him away with crudely bandaged hand. “Mean I did not for him to summon,” she growled at Enver. “Think you do that wished I did like this to be seen. Hidden away I would not have if that the case was…” her tone was harsh and unyielding, showing her annoyance as she crossed the room to Peter. She lay a hand on his shoulder, gripping it a little tighter than she should have in her current state. “And as for you…” she tried to turn him to face her with her once free hand. “You and I talk must. Happy I am not.”
Peter: Peter's progress toward the door was halted by the hand on his shoulder; he fearfully glanced to the side, seeing Enver first before slowly settling upon Keara. He relaxed visibly as he realised she'd been covered by a sheet, and relaxed some more as it dawned upon him that this was not his doing. His presence here was Keara's fault, not his own. It was only as those pieces fell into place that Peter realised exactly what he had seen. He stumbled backward and away from Keara, pointing now at her protruding stomach before turning his desperate and now slightly affronted eyes in Enver's direction. "Is that what I think it is?! If that's what I think it is then I'm not happy either!" he said, glancing between the two of them before pointing his accusing finger at Enver. "You! You encouraged me when look!" he shook his head, bewildered. He knew there was a lot more at stake, here, but for once he decided to feel and act like a victim, like it had been bottled up inside and was only now being allowed release.
Enver: Enver was used to the way Keara was with him when she was mad at him, so the shove, while sent him backwards didn't get much of a reaction from him outside a snort. "Leave him alone." Enver followed after Keara, but stopped when he heard Peter's accusations. "Right. Because I did that all by myself." Enver scoffed as the dog kept demanding attention from Peter by jumping on his legs, front paws landing in his shin area. "Didn't think it was what it was when we talked at first. About things." Enver muttered as a hand went through his hair. "We knew the risks. She knew the risks." Enver frowned. "Thing would be out of her if she wasn't so damn casual about this. Waiting things out." He moved to a dresser, scooped up his cigarettes, dug one out and plopped it between his lips. "If you think you're not going to have sex again, you're ******* naive."
Keara: He wasn’t happy? She had no idea what he could possibly be upset by, this was there problem and the reason they’d kept themselves to themselves for the past few weeks. She didn’t want Peter here anymore than he likely wanted to be there, but that was something they’d all have to deal with as this was one cat she didn’t want escaping from the proverbial bag any time soon. Enver’s reaction didn’t help matters either, as while it was all too obvious that their relation had a very physical element to it, it wasn’t something she wanted to discuss with anyone else…ever. Vampire sex broke one of the old codes, she knew that and this pregnancy was her punishment for doing so. The shame she felt in that moment caused the room to calm and she looked almost helpless for a moment as she looked between Peter and Enver. As much as she was angry with them both, she didn’t want them fighting too. And so, as any good wife does, she took all the emotions she was feeling, and channelled them at her husband. “Told you I did what inside me was. Listened you did not. Think you do that stupid I am. Truly believe that at times I do. Well stupid I am not Enver and yes. Knew I did consequences of my actions. Survive this I shall. If frail creatures my energy cannot destroy, damned by the parasite I shall
Keara: not be, by the name of Nox and Helios swear that I do.” There was a strong sense of determination in her voice, determination and anger which hid the underlying fear she still felt; as no matter what she did or said or how calm she appeared, she did not want to die.
Peter: In that moment Peter was torn. There was a situation that he was dealing with, that had been tearing him up inside for a week or more. Enver insisted that he wasn't at fault. For anything. Peter rarely, if ever, swore, but he had the very strong urge to tell Enver to go **** himself. Literally, because it would be far better if he were to **** himself rather than anyone else. "Yeah, yeah, you knew the risks and she knew the risks and it still happened! And what if it were to happen to Jersey? She isn't as old or as... as strong as Keara and though Keara has all the certainty in this world and the next that she'll come out of it alive, and I have certainty that she will, JERSEY WOULD NOT!" Peter said, his fury slowly gathering in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly wanted to be sick, he was so angry. A woman's life was at stake, one that he cared for quite a bit, and Enver just wanted to dismiss it. "You two - so damned wrapped up in each other all the time you have no idea what you're doing to those around you. Keara - I'm sorry it happened to you. I know you'll survive," he added with a forced calm.
Enver: Enver didn't exactly appreciate the words his wife was saying. It felt almost accusatory, especially when she said he thought she was stupid. His teeth gritted together, slowly before the male cleared his throat and shook his head, attention on Peter. "I'm not doing anything to anyone. But sure, we'll all keep living in fairy tale land. Sure. You'll never have sex. Ever. Good for you. But if you do, which I’m sure you will, best to be protected. I'm sure you've heard that since you were around twelve, Peter." His attention turned back to his wife. "You can finish this conversation without me. Being he's yours and obviously I'm the stupid jackass here. On a few levels.." Enver moved past Peter, past the dog and headed topside.
Keara: She couldn’t argue with Peter in what he was saying ad while she wasn’t so sure she’d survive exactly, she did know she’d return, even if it was just to gut her husband so he knew the pain she’d been through. That thought though was only one of fleeting rage as while she could all too happily attack her husband when in one of her rages, she never ever intended to truly hurt him. She just loved him so damn much it made her crazy; something Peter had perhaps picked up on already having borne witness to some of the darker side of their relationship on more than one occasion. The truth of Peter’s words being ever more obvious perhaps when Enver went to leave having said his peace and instead of first addressing her son, she called out to her husband. “Promised you did for me not to leave Enver! Prefer I would if came back to me you did without the need for me you to summon.” This whole night was quite stressful on her and she was more than a little unhappy with it all. With Enver gone, she tied the sheet about her as best she could before undoing the bandage on her hand and jamming her thumb into the wound to help her remain calm. “Sorry Peter. While talk we must and talk we would have. Mean I did not for you here to bring. Only….” she moved to sit on the bed, Gizmo now following the trailing material, tugging on it with his teeth. “Angry I am that betray you would your identity.”
Peter: Enver left and Peter remained with Keara; Peter was the one who wanted to leave as he had been the one who wasn't actually wanted here. The one who'd been summoned by accident. He did wonder whether Keara and Enver were ever in a state of peace, but he assumed they must be, given Keara's current state. Peter nodded at Keara's words. "How could I not when she noticed my lack of shadow? How was I supposed to explain that to her? I'd prefer you didn't turn this around on me. I'd prefer it if you two got your **** together enough so that you're both not telling your .... your fledglings contradictory things and confusing the hell out of them. It's been hell, I'll have you know," he said.
Enver: Enver hadn't gone far, just topside to get some air, even though he didn't need any air. He just needed to think and get away from, well, his wife. Sure, she told him, but people have told him lots of stuff, like that stuff about the crow guy. With the crow being defeated it only proved that Enver had been right all along. Why couldn't he have thought that what was in her was something else than what a few elders whispered about? He heard her call, but Enver ignored it. He wondered if she could summon him if he wanted to stay away from her. Not that he didn't trust his wife or love her, but no way in hell was he going back down there to get ragged on again by the both of them and be made to feel like an idiot. "Like to see you try." He muttered as Enver took a long drag in off his cigarette and put his feet down harder on the wood surface above, as if that would keep him planted there.
Keara: “Turning this around I am not. Summoned here you were as angry I was…am…that you her this so soon told. Know I do not how explain that you could. If capable you are to lie, said you could have that shadow you had and that saw it just fine you did. Issue for me that would have been…but for you…likely not. Certainly no issue for Enver that would be. And angry I am at him for advice that given you he has, as told me he did not. Correct his words I cannot if he me this does not tell. But that happen shall. Recount he cannot by heart every word that says he does when with him I am not. Understand you must that Enver and I very different are. Think alike we often do not. But matters that does not to us. Agree we can for differing opinions to have. In some ways that us stronger makes. Only…sometimes…” she sighed, a longer pause falling in the midst of her ramblings, as she patted the bed next to her for Peter to come and sit by her. “Sometimes feel we both do that correct we are. Therein confusion you will find. Enver this time learned has that wrong he was. That creature inside me a fadebeast is. Knew that I did. Knew that he did not…Till few days ago.”
