: Keeping Mum :

[Enver Marshall II]

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

This RP takes place on Sunday 30th March 2014.

Keara: "Well first think you do something about me being naked. Then when ask you I do if you that want your tone changes and rather go out you would. So done or said something wrong I have. Have I something wrong done?” Keara scoop Gizmo up into her arms and cuddles the little creature using him as a shield against her husband.

Enver: "What? No." He shook his head, looking at her incredulously. "Just thought it'd be nice to go out first." He shrugged his shoulders, then stared at her hard. "How come you smell stronger? I mean you always smell-ahh, I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean you always smell like you, but you smell more like you." He looked her over, ignoring the dog for now.

Keara: "I…erm...what?” she asked looking him over like something was wrong with him. "Out I was. Met me you could have anywhere. Go naked even we can. Mind I do not so long as upset you I have not. Or perhaps if upset you I have. Mad at me you cannot be if naked I am yes?” she placed Gizmo on the floor, crossed her arms over and took a hold of her t-shirt as if she were about to pull it up over her head.

Enver: "Woah. Slow down. I'm not mad at you. Don't know why you'd think that." He moved forward, internally arguing with what he wanted to do and what he should do. His wife hated secrets and if he didn't spit it out sooner than later, he'd be in the dog house. So a hand went to the hem of her shirt and held it down, though a finger grazed the flesh of her skin and remained there. "I'm not mad at you. Alright?" He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "But I, ahh, do have something to tell you." He cleared his throat, looked down at her and decided to spit it out. "Emilee-my mother is on town it seems."

Keara: Those weeks in hiding had seen them arguing more than usual but since the ‘birth', things had been calm and Keara was desperate to keep things good between them for as long as possible. When he kissed her she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on his hips; not to keep him at any distance from her but to keep him close to her, as she didn't want him to move away. Then came the words and at first she worried, as the way he began to tell his secret made her think he was about to say something that would shatter her world, and then... “Your mother? That is what all this about is?” She was more confused now than she had been moments before. The news that his mother was in town was strange to say the least for as far as she knew, he and his mother were not close.

Enver: "Yeah. She's here and hell bent on staying I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. "That doesn't bother you at all?" Enver was actually surprised. If anything, he thought Keara would have said something else. Anything else. Like rattle on about secrets and who knew what else?

Keara: "Why would it a bother to me be? She your mother is. Close you said you were not. So...assume I do that little of her I shall see. Knows she does not that exist I do. Yes? Why would this you worry...and what do you mean my scent stronger is? My scent returned to normal has. Now that no parasite within me I have. Even Gizmo this knows. Much happier he is for with me to sit now.” She was prattling on and with the worry of what she'd done wrong behind her and his secret being one that she really didn't see the worry in, she was able to focus on what he'd said when he greeted her.

Enver: "Well, yeah. I mean no, she doesn't know about you." He nodded his head. "But saying that, means I might need to move back to the theatre. Since she's here for who knows how damn long? I mean, she's sort of staying there now. Until I figure out where she can stay." He cleared his throat, then looked her over again. "Don't know. You just smell more like the earth or something." He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a wide grin. "I got you something. Just now actually. Since you seem to be taking on a life of crime." He teased her with a wink. "These right here, I made." He showed her some small things made out of balloons. "Catch yourself in a bind, toss it to the floor and it'll confuse the guards so you can slip out. And these guys," He held up a few cellphones. "These guys make noises and direct attention off you. Sometimes. Some guards are too smart to fall for it, but most aren't. Use them when you hear guards coming your way."

Keara: Usually she'd of thrown her arms around him for spoiling her with gifts that showed he cared, and they did as he clearly wanted her to be safe when she was out and about in the city and trying her hand at breaking and entering. She had a knack for it...even if she did keep running into to trouble. Something she was telling herself was due to her instincts, as she had been training these last few years for killing creatures, not hiding from them. Even the fact that he could smell her seemed to be something to celebrate as Enver rarely embraced his vampiric nature and this showed that he was perhaps learning. Still, none of it matter as she stood there frozen to the spot. He was leaving her. This was all she really heard. He was moving out. Eventually she began to shake her head, and pushed the gifts he gave her aside. "No. No, no, no, no, no, no. No. Leaving me you are not. Live with me you do. Sleep I cannot without you. No.” She looped her hands around his waist and clung to him, her head turned so that her ear was pressed to his chest. "No...No, no, no...” she repeated over and over in disbelief.

Enver: He looked down at the things she was pushing away, the things he made her and he frowned. "Leaving you? Think that's a fair bit of an overstretch of my words, beautiful." He sighed and looked down at her. "I'm keeping you from having to endure the insanity that's about to unfold. Can sense it. Why else is she here? Been living here for almost three years now." He chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe we could, ahh...work out something. So she doesn't get suspicious if I keep leaving all the time and not coming back around." He suggested with a small nod of his head.

Keara: The part of Keara's brain that might have been able to help him think of a solution was still being overridden by the part of her that was freaking out due to the fact that he wanted to move out. This wasn't something she was comfortable with at all. She didn't respond to him in any coherent way, as she was still babbling the same word over and over albeit less frequently now and much more quietly.

Enver: He sighed. "Or she can just meet you and we can explain we're living together. Then I'm still here with you and she can still stay at the theatre." He sighed, put a hand under her chin and stared in to her eyes. "I'm not leaving you. Never. Got it?" He didn't remove his eyes from her face as his eyes bore down in to her to make sure she understood that.

Keara: She wrapped her arms around his neck after looking into his eyes for a few moments, her grip so tight that had he been human she may have been in danger of suffocating him. “That. Do that. Leave me not. Please.” She was speaking in hushed tones, still almost too frightened to speak.

Enver: Enver nodded his head. "Alright. If that's what you want." His lips pressed to the top of her forehead as he dug in to his coat pockets and pulled something else out. "Got this today too. To help you out." He passed her a necklace. 'Supposed to help with guards or something. Don't know. Lady told me it almost makes you invisible sometimes, without being invisible." He grinned at her. "Thought since you just started looting places, you probably wouldn't have it. I hope." He chuckled softly.

Keara: She was still in shock. Still trying to figure out how to keep him from leaving her, even though he’d said he wasn’t going to leave her. And with her mind swimming he produced yet another gift for her. She took it and turned it over in her hands, watching it glint in the light, almost hypnotised by it as her mind still raced. “I…erm…thank you,” she whispered. She looked paler, if that were at all possible and her movements were slow as if she were still in a daze. “Promise you do…yes? Leave me you shall not?”

Enver: "I'm not leaving you." He assured her again. "I promise I'm not leaving you." He sighed. "I'd be crazy to leave you." He nodded his head. "No one else makes me feel like you do." He chuckled, then cleared his throat. "I love you. Only want you." He captured her lips with his as if trying to assure her more. "So now that that's sorted..." He cleared his throat and looked down at her fingers. "You like the ring? Always on about the rats below this place. Figured you sort of like them."

[Keara Aithne]

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

Keara: She exhaled unnecessarily with relief after he kissed her. He had a way of making her feel so much more than she ever had before, at time she almost felt human around him, not that that was a good thing in her eyes but he did make her feel weak and vulnerable and the unnecessary response was perhaps due to this. “Love it I do…but now…Now choose I must daily what to wear as so many things bought me you have. And yes,” she nodded. “Rats like I do very well. At least seem they do for me to like. Perhaps because feed them I do. And…Must I your mother meet? Can you not just her of me tell without that to happen?”

Enver: He rubbed at his jaw as he thought about it, then shrugged his shoulders. "Guess not. I mean she's not been interested in knowing if someone's in my life before. Doubt she'd care now." He grinned with a nod. "I'm sure you two won't have to meet much, or ever." An arm went around her so he could rub her back with his hand. "So, what should we get up to tonight?" He grinned down at her cheekily.

Keara: “Whatever desire you do. I am yours to command,” she said ignoring the small yips coming from the disgruntled creature at their feet. She was so used to his complaints now that for the most part she could drown them out.

Enver: Enver looked down at the dog as he yipped at them, then picked him up. "Why don't we stay close to home?" He shrugged his shoulders. "You know. For the dog and to avoid Emilee for a while til I figure out what to say about you. About us." He corrected his words. "Could check out the pub a few blocks from here. To play pool." He shrugged. "Doubt she'd be caught dead in some hole in the wall." He couldn't contain the grin at that spoken idea. "What do you say?"

Keara: “Can we Gizmo with us bring?” she asked excitedly. She didn’t really enjoy pubs in the same way most people did, after all she couldn’t drink most of what they stocked, if she could drink anything at all but just because she couldn’t drink, didn’t mean that Enver couldn’t and she didn’t want to hold them back from things like this just because they didn’t suit her behaviours. Besides that, she did like to play pool. They had a table of their own but after so long on that boat and in hiding, it was nice to be surrounded by people. So long as the crowd wasn’t too thick with bodies.

Enver: "To the pub?" He looked down at the dog and then at her. "Don't know if he can come with us. Might be rules against that sort of thing. Health rules or something." He frowned. "But we'll be close by and only gone for a little bit." He assured her as Enver put the dog on the ground after a quick petting of it.

Keara: “Oh,” she pouted and her shoulders slumped slightly. “Can we something with Gizmo soon do? Wants he does for with us to come. Issues has he also with the same walls always to see.” Keara placed the necklace on a side table and took her husband hand in hers as she bit her lip. “And later…later perhaps the ring for you wear I can…in way that imagined earlier you did…yes?” There was a twinkle in her eyes again and playful note in her voice that showed that even though she was disappointed to have to leave Gizmo behind, that she had already forgiven him.

Enver: "Well, maybe just to be safe, until I tell Emilee about you, we should just stay inside." A sly, cheeky grin pulled on his features. He then snapped his fingers. "Got it. We could play strip pool. Every time I get a ball in, you've got to take off something and vice versa." He tugged her in closer to her and then changed the topic again. "You sure you aren't wearing more...something? Perfume or something?" He leaned down by her neck and took in a long inhale of her before he shrugged. "Then we could walk Gizmo or something later. After pool." He circled back to that idea.

Keara: She giggled at his idea and bit her lip again as he moved in closer to take in her scent. He’d never done that before, in fact usually it was the other way around with her being the one appreciating his scent. Shaking her head she replied, “Wear such things I do not. This my natural scent is.” She laughed and wove her fingers into his hair before curling her fingers round the hair to grip it at near the base of the neck. With a firm hold on him, she looked into his eyes. “What can you now smell?” With her mouth closed, she bit into her lower lip, but it was done in such a way that he likely didn’t notice. She bit into her lower lip until it bled*

Enver: "Huh?" He asked as she stared up at him, forgetting what he was talking about before. "Smell? Don't know about that, but I know what I'm feeling right now." His grin grew wider as he took a step in to her space, nudging her to the nearest wall. "We could just stay here too. Here is good." He nodded his head as his hands travelled up the length of her torso and groped at her chest.

Keara: She pulled at his hair, yanking his head back, in a gentle but firm motion. “No,” she slapped at his hands with her free hand. “Concentrate and tell me what smell you do. From me. Around me. Has my scent changed?” Still her eyes searched his and she loosened her grip on his hair, smoothing it down as she gave him room to lean in to her.

Enver: He growled at her when she slapped his hands away and denied him vocally. "But-" He grumbled, then looked at her. "You smell like you. I guess. More like you. All I can smell." He leaned down in to her, as he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer to him. Until she was pressed against him. "Can barely even smell the dog smell in here or on you anymore." He shrugged. "Who cares? Not saying you smell bad or anything. Just saying you smell more like you. I like it." He nodded.

Keara: “Nothing more have you to say than that? Did you try?” She didn’t believe he’d tried, as the scent of blood, to her at least, was one of the more recognisable scents. He said she smelt more like her but that didn’t mean to say that he knew she was bleeding. “Never have you on my scent before now commented. Improving your senses perhaps are. Or rather. Using them better you are. That very…” That word crossed her mind again but still it sat on the tip of her tongue. “That very…sexy would be.”

Enver: He listened then almost laughed at the idea of him improving his senses. Until she spoke her mind on what she thought about it, if that was happening. "Yeah?" He asked her as he looked down at her face for a good minute or so. "Well, you smell stronger." He started out as he cleared his throat. He leaned down, close to her lips. "And I smell that you really want to kiss me." He waggled his brows at her, grinning from ear to ear almost. "You smell, I don't know. Fresher. I guess." He closed his eyes for a second and just breathed in the scents in around the both of them. He opened his eyes up and frowned. "You're hurt. I think. Where you bleeding from?" Enver didn't really wait for a reply before he started to lift her shirt up and try to find the source himself.

Keara: She should have expected the cheeky reply she got but she didn’t and his words were met with a stern look, as she really wanted him to at least try and focus on the task at hand. Then when he actually took a moment, her expression softened and when he opened his eyes and spoke, she couldn’t help but grin. She ignored his wandering hands as she knew her kiss would answer his question and so she kissed him long and deep, wrapping her arms around him again. She growled against his lips; she hadn’t lied to him, she really did find it incredibly sexy when he embraced his vampiric side.

Enver: He didn't like that she was distracting him, or so that's what he assumed she was doing when she kissed him as his view was blocked from trying to find out where she was hurt from. Until he tasted her, or rather her blood. Though he couldn't see her abdomen area anymore, Enver's hands didn't stop wandering. In fact they wandered more as he deepened the kiss between them. "We should stay inside." He muttered before he grabbed her butt, hoisted her up, wrapped her legs around him and headed to their room, forgetting all about the game of pool. At least for tonight.