Enver: Enver looked at his wife and then at her stomach and frowned. "You named that thing?" Just a few nights ago she wanted it out of her and now she was picking out names. He yanked her out of the tub and tossed her over his shoulder to make their way back in their room. "Don't know what's gotten in to you, but you can't be naming that damn thing." He scowled as Enver set her down on the bed as best and as gentle as he could. Then he gave her a good, solid shake. "Keara. Focus. When did you eat last?"This RP takes place on Thursday 13th March 2014.
Keara: She whimpered as she was thrown over his shoulder; for one the pressure on her stomach made her uncomfortable and on the other, her skin clung to his clothing, pulling at the scarring it was in contact with and aggravating the wounds. “Eat?” she asked, unable to focus on him, half thankful for being shaken as that meant he had a grip on her and she wasn’t about to fall off the bed. She looked down at her hands, as she tried to focus on the question. “Two…” was the only reply he got to that question, not that when she last ate was the issue; the issue was the amount of blood she’d lost in the one night they’d been apart from one another.
Enver: "Two days?" He growled and gave her a shake again. Even if it wasn't going to do anything and Enver knew it too. Still, he was hopeful something would be shaken the right way and she'd be right again. "Right. You lie down right there." Enver pushed her shoulders in a manner that more or less forced his wife to lay down before he disappeared quickly, then set off the camera and sensor and reappeared again. "Got some blood for you." Enver tossed two bags on the bed, moved in front of her and sat her back up again. With one hand on her, the other grabbed for a bag, brought it to his mouth and ripped it open. "Bottoms up." He moved it to her mouth and waited. If she didn't take it, he had no issues forcing it.
Keara: She wasn’t very comfortable on the bed what with having been shaken and shoved back on the bed. When he returned, it was quite clear that she hadn’t moved in any way and she didn’t fight him when he sat her back up again either. She felt like some sort of ragdoll being thrown around all over the place and when he offered her the blood, she wanted to take it but couldn’t raise her hands high enough to grab the bag from him.
Enver: He noticed her lack of movement when it came to the blood bag. He sighed as his frown deepened. "Don't suppose you can open your mouth?" He shook his head. Not really giving her the option to give an answer, because he didn't expect a concise one. Enver put the bag in his mouth so he could free a hand and then gently pried her mouth open as best as he could, as wide as he could. "Going to have to tip your head back." He said before he did it and then brought the bag from his lips to hers and started pouring it in at what he considered was a slow, reasonable pace.
Keara: She was as compliant as she could be, if trying to swallow the blood once it was being poured into her mouth could be seen as being compliant. He spluttered a bit when he poured in too much and tried to stop herself from spraying them both in the gloopy, red liquid.
Enver: When it seemed he poured too much, Enver pulled the bag away and looked at how much was in it. "You're not even drinking it." He frowned, crumpled the bag in his hand and tossed it to the ground while a curse left his lips. A few more things were muttered, something about her being stubborn, something about fadebeasts and something about nothing ever being easy. He sighed, looked at her face, more so her eyes to see if she had anything going on up there and if she was coming around before Enver closed his eyes and focused on assisting his wife in raising her blood, even just a little bit.
Keara: She couldn’t hear the mumbled words, as she could barely focus on what he said to her face. She’d swallowed the blood as best she could and that wasn’t good enough for him. He boosted her blood and this, mixed with the blood bag did begin to rouse her back from whatever dark and lonely plain she’d been on. “Thank you,” she whispered, as she looked into his eyes. As rough as he had been with her since finding her crumpled on the bathroom floor, she knew he loved her and even if it had taken him some time ot work out what she needed, he was still there and he was still trying.
Enver: Progress. Even if it was a little with just a few words. Two words. Two words that had some sense to them. He wasn't even going to bother with the second blood bag, believing that he was more effective by using the few necromancer tricks her knew. So, Enver tried again, this time his eyes locked on hers as he waited for what he hoped would be positive results again.
Keara: She was aware of him playing with her energies or manipulating her blood flow. Whatever it was he was doing, it made her feel better. She’d not had her blood healed in a very long time and while it was not unlike boosting her own blood, it somehow feel different to have someone else do it. Slowly, she began to feel better and as she realised what he was doing, it dawned on her that she had that power too and that she could in fact help herself. And so she boosted her blood a couple of times before reaching for the second blood bag, tearing into it and drinking it down as quickly as she could.
Enver: She was getting back to normal. Or was she? He wasn't sure what to make of her drinking the blood bag, willingly. The two didn't share a love for feeding from blood bags, so to see her do that, made Enver scoot a step back and give his wife a good once over. "You, alright?" He asked her, his question long and drawn out as he asked that, still looking her over. "You back?"
Keara: “Back?” she asked as she finished the bag, letting her and its contents fall into her lap. “Did I somewhere go?” She looked down at her form and noticed his name all over her. Keara was vaguely aware of what she’d done and yet the events of the last few days seemed hazy at best. “Know I do not why I this did.”
Enver: "Went somewhere. Not real sure where, but you sure weren't yourself." He looked her over again. "Not physically." Enver shrugged his shoulders and looked at his name all over her body. "Think you can heal any of those?" He rubbed at his name on her upper thigh and shook his head.
Keara: She shook her head. “Mind I do not for your name there to see…or there…or there… “she laughed softly as she pointed to different etchings of his name. “I…well…” she went quiet for a moment as she remembered more of what she’d done and why she’d done it. “Do I to you matter?” she asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it as she wasn’t sure his recent behaviour showed it.
Enver: Enver stood and looked down at her. He couldn't believe she was asking him something that he was sure she had known long before they got married. "What?" He ran a hand through his hair as his brows knitted together. "If I didn't, would I be here?" He asked her coolly, clearing his throat to keep from saying something more that would be more or less a tangent.
Keara: “Cruel to me be you can…Least…feels it does to me that cruel you are. Mattered did to me what River did. Took me seriously in that you did not. And…hurt it did.” She began tracing his name with her index finger. “Hurt it does…Know I do not how these things fee should. Strong emotions. Too much for me are. And well…lecture me you do, in place of me to help.” While the words themselves were perhaps unkind in places, she didn’t say any of it with any malice, in fact her voice was still soft and it was laced with uncertainty and sadness.
Enver: He sighed and shook his head. Back to this argument. "I helped you now." He pointed out before he looked away. "Didn't say it didn't matter. But it's whatever. What do you want me to do and I'll do it?" Enver wasn't going down this road again and watch it result in this again. "Want me to ask for Peter to be removed? I will. Want me to get you removed? I will. Hell, I'll just leave the family all together if it'll make you happy."
Keara: She pouted and looked as if she were about to cry, though with her head down, her fingers still tracing her wounds, he likely couldn’t tell. He shoulders shivered slightly, perhaps giving it away a little but no noise came from her lips and there were no actual tears…yet. It wasn’t about telling him what to do. Not for her. It was about having him support her and be in her corner; something she hadn’t felt since the day she’d read what she had and emailed River. She was lost. There was no way that she could explain it to him that she hadn’t already tried and she didn’t know enough of what she was feeling to define it any further. She didn’t want to pull him away from his family, she just didn’t want anyone interfering with hers.Peter was their's. They’d argued over him. They’d decided what to do and then…well then someone went and got between them; something her husband had even thanked them for. She had no words. None. And she feared that trying to force some would cause her to start weeping again, something she hated doing.
Enver: "I'm not sure what you want from me. I wanted Peter there. To meet Lorde and Falcon. Oria and Sin." He sighed and shook his head. "Hell, first time in months, River gets off her *** and does something. It's like a ******* miracle she found a spark of life again." River being an absent sire was something that irritated Enver to no end and it took her a few days to jump on his request and meet Peter. He'd never seen her react to something so quick in a long time and now he had to scold her? "Imagine if Ven came back. Getting a shred of attention from him, no matter what sort it is, after this long?" He didn't know if that made sense, but to him it did.
Keara: “Allow him I never would for between us to come,” she said sharply looking up at him as she did so, her watery eyes all too evident. “Trust me he would have too. If said I did that I something would do. Go behind my back he would not. And if…and say this I do for comparison to make, and not because do that he would…But if he did what I should have, scold him I would if needs be. Cruel you are to use my sire in such a way. My sire truly absent is. First time she something does and that something in our marriage did interfere. And that you worries not. Allowed she is for that to do. Your blood more important than mine is. Seen I have not my childer for what done we have and yet do you may as you wish. Without with me to speak. Then speak we do and matters not. For allow you do another that decision to make.”
Enver: His teeth clenched together slowly. "I wasn't being cruel. it was a ******* example. And you don't know if he is truly gone. People come back all the time. Months, or years later. I've seen it." He scowled at the wall behind their bed. Everything he said was being picked apart and was wrong. Apparently. "Fine. I'll talk to River." He looked at her as his arms crossed over his chest, grumbling as if he were a sullen child. "Tired of this god damn argument already."
Keara: “Know it I do. Deanna the same would say. Feel him we do not. Finally find I do the strength for goodbye to him to say…for you no less…and then say that to me you do. Cruel that is. Truly cruel. Know you do not what I require. That much to me now evident is.” She pushed herself up from the bed a little shakily, though more so from the fact that she had barely moved in twelve hours, and made her way to the bathroom to grab a dressing gown to wrap around herself.
Enver: His fingers moved to the bridge of his nose where he pinched at it as a heavy sigh passed through the male. "Yeah. I'm an asshole. A cruel asshole." Enver muttered before he shook his head. "Maybe you're right. I don't know what the **** you require anymore. Seems a hell of a lot lately." He growled out. "Don't trust me around women. Don't like I don't jump on people's cases. Think I'm an idiot for thinking there's a baby in you instead of that fadebeast. Don't like my music taste. Maybe you don't know what you require." He moved past her and headed to the door. "I said I'll talk to River. If that's not good enough for you, well sorry, sweetheart." He opened the door. "I need a ******* drink. And then some."
Keara: The part of her that would have had her summoning him back to her, or pleading with him to stay was quiet. She loved him like she had never loved any other and yet she had no idea how to make things right between them. She could have picked at every sentence he said and turned it back on him in some way, but the words weren’t there. They’d be fighting for a while now and the will to fight had diminished in her. She literally could not do it any longer and she couldn’t chase him and pin him to the wall without hurting herself, or possibly Enos; not that she was in any fit state to chase him, she was at half strength in so many ways, that he could likely have taken her in a physical altercation. A quiet darkness filled her heart as she sat in the corner of the room and slid down the wall to the floor, curling herself into a ball; if he wanted to leave her, she wasn’t going to stop him.
Enver: He had made it to the door and had opened it and got no reaction from her. Nothing. No words, no movements, nothing. "Do I matter to you?" He threw her words back at her as Enver stood there with the door open. "I'm glad Ven would be so understanding. He sounds like a great ******* guy. Understand everything as your sire and your partner at one time that you did and wanted. Not everyone is as great as Ven was as a sire and can understand everything without taking it personally." He shook his head. "Like I said. I'll email her. I'm going downstairs to do some work." He didn't have anything else to say without her two cents on things, at least not anything he wanted to vocalize, but he had a lot to think about.
Keara: ‘Matter to me you do,’ she projected her reply into his mind as while she knew he’d likely hear her from where he stood, she didn’t want to take the chance that he might miss part of what she said. ‘Only understand you I do not at times. Someone between us came and minded you did not. Perhaps obvious to you it is not how feel I do for you. Words my feelings no justice can do.’ She couldn’t bring her knees to her chest as she was, they sat beneath her, her head leaning on the wall, one hand flat against it as if she were trying to push herself from it or to perhaps prevent her from falling through it; not that that was possible. ‘Seen you have what happens when I distanced from you feel. Pain me comfort used to give but carve I can to the bone and quiet I cannot that which I for you feel.’
Enver: "Then why do you nit-pick and overanalyze every damn thing I do or don't do?" He turned around, shoving the door closed lazily. "Sometimes I don't mean a damn thing by the things I say or do. I just say and do them." He shrugged. "She's my sire. Why she sired me, I've no ******* clue, but I know for a fact more than half the city wouldn't have thought twice about letting me keel over and die the night she sired me. Hell, I probably would have walked on by myself. Not all of us were great warriors. Or great anything." He cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders. "Guess that's all I have to say about that. About River. So I give her a little leniency on some things. Wasn't the best creation my first few months. Hell, first two years."
Keara: He was talking about River. She’d borne her soul to him and once again he’d kind of missed the point. With her eyes closed, she tried to ignore some of what he said. The thought of him not existing wasn’t one she wanted to dwell and thankfully, since he stood before her, it was one that she could easily dismiss. “Because matters to me it does…what say and do you do. Others may not see. May not notice, or care…But…nothing in you, or of you, shall I overlook.” She looked up at him. He was everything to her and that was why it literally brought her to her knees when things weren’t good between them. If she were human she’d likely have been unable to breathe but as a vampire she had no such physical reaction. When they weren’t together she felt lost and lonely and when they argued, she felt as if her very soul was being tormented. Of course she wasn’t going to tell him that, as that kind of admission would make her seem weak in his eyes, or worse, it could drive him away, at least this is what she believed and so she fell silent and waited to be shaken or left as her husband saw fit.
