Enver:This RP takes place on Saturday 28th February 2015.
His conscious was eating away at him. He had a secret that he knew his wife wasn't going to like hearing. But Enver was a live in the moment sort of guy and so the moment presented itself and without hesitation, he had brought another woman into his life. It wasn't what he intended to do when he decided to help her out, but one thing led to another, that led to another and here they were. No take backs. But part of him wondered if his wife knew. She had either stayed away from the asylum for hours at a time, or she was overly affectionate with him since their return back from England. No. She had to know and the fact he hadn't told her himself, was the reason she was acting out of sorts. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and sent a thought to his wife. "Coming home soon, beautiful or you staying away from the home for some reason?" And he cut off his thoughts from her in case he spilled the secret too soon, while he waited for her reply.
Keara:
Their time away in England had Keara feeling more relaxed and happier than she could remember ever being. Things for Keara had been going well; she’d been home for the first time in over two hundred years, she and Enver were perfectly content with one another and had married under human law, Deanna was behaving, the puppies were growing stronger with every day and her family seemed to all be doing well. All in all, life was pretty much perfect. The one thing that had thrown her since their return however, was just how much her heart ached for her husband when she’d spent that one night away from him while she was attempting to slaughter as many zombified creatures as she could. She always missed Enver when she went raiding but this time that feeling was so much stronger than it had ever been. Had she of had to attempt a second night, she might not have made it.
She was actually out in the city when she got his message. Goth Garb, while not directly in her control these days, was doing well and she was stopping by to drop off a couple of t-shirts that she had custom made for a specific customer. Serena was pleased to see her and she had just placed the garments into the woman’s hands when Enver’s message came through.
She had no reason to stay away from home, so his message confused her. Thinking that perhaps the puppies were up to mischief and more than her husband could bear, she quickly replied.
“Away from home I am not staying. Running errands I am. Though some time at my shop yet I may be. Unless something wrong is?”
Enver:
He sighed when she replied and shook his head. Nothing was wrong. Well, he didn’t think so, but his wife might. Scratch that, probably would think so. "I kind of did something. Unintentionally. We can talk about it when you get home, I guess." He was sort of wishing he didn't have to talk about it, but knew if he kept Shya a secret any longer than he already had, things were not going to end well. Not that he expected things to end well with this reveal, either, though.
Keara:
Serena was used to Keara zoning in and out of their conversations. Keara could get lost in her projects and sometimes when people designed their own clothing, she would be caught up in awe at what they had created. Art was art, even if it was destined to end up on a t-shirt. She wasn’t fascinated by the design in her hand though, she was listening to Enver’s voice. It was the emotion behind his words that had her worried, and so she quickly replied; “Like I do not how sounds that does. Home directly I shall be.”
With that, she quickly handed back the design back that she was looking at, excused herself and left, before toming home the very moment that she was safe to do so. Enver was there, waiting for her and so she began to look him over, expecting to find him injured in some way and yet she could see no obvious wounds on his body.
“What did you?” she asked, clearly worried about him.
Enver:
"Nothing." He assured her once she appeared and gave him a good looking over. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt. I don't really go anywhere these nights. I'm fine. See?" He holds up his arms at his sides for her to inspect better.
Keara:
Keara looked at him, her confusion clear in her eyes once she’d thoroughly checked him over only to realise that he was telling the truth and that there was absolutely nothing physically wrong with him.
"But said you did that you something have done. What did you if injured you are not?"
Her eyes held his as she waited for his reply with bated breath.
Enver:
"You should sit down." He said before moving away from his wife and starting to pace. "I got in over my head a little bit. Might have over-reacted to something. I just did it, without thinking." He sighed and decided to sit down himself, only near his wife as he took a long breath inwards, thinking how to just come out with it. Since she seemed oblivious to it all, but then again, why would she ever think he would do something like this?
Keara:
She laughed ever so softly at his reply and followed him as he went to sit down. She had no idea what it was that had him so worried and wished only to ease his mind, but knew that he had a way of getting himself into certain situations as he didn’t always think his actions through.
“Surprises me that does not,” she said with a small shake of her head before seating herself in his lap and kissing him tenderly.
It was obvious that he needed reassurance from her, and she was sure that they could handle whatever it was together, so being tender with him in that moment came all too easily to her.
“Tell me what wrong is and a solution together find we shall,” she said lifting his chin so that he had to look her in the eye.
Enver:
A hand went through his hair as she looked at him and he waited for time to pass. "It's not really something we can fix. Since someone sort of, well, died." He didn't think this was going very well. It was hard to spit it out. Why was it so hard to spit it out? Probably because a few nights had passed and he didn't tell her then. When he should have, but he set Shya up nicely and made sure to give her a quick rundown on how not to get killed for a handful of days until he got this sorted with his wife. "It was an accident." He added in quietly.
Keara:
She knew what it meant when he ran his hand through his hair like that, it meant he was nervous and while she’d known that for the duration of their conversation thus far, it worried her further to see him do that as it meant he was struggling to say whatever it was that needed to be said.
“Who died?” she asked sounding worried. “Someone that care for we do? Making sense to me you are not.”
Enver:
He stood suddenly when she said he wasn't making sense. It was probably true, he wasn't. But he was finding it hard to be honest with his wife. Maybe it was because anyone could come in at any moment and listen to the conversation. Or because he felt guilty. Either way, he stood, with her in his arms and then thought about his boat. Somehow, it barely managed to get any damage from the storms a few weeks ago, Siome, but nothing that wasn't easily fixable. When he got to the deck, with her in his arms, he set her down on both feet and looked up at the night sky. "I killed someone. No one we know. Knew. Not really. There was a fight with her dad and I meant to put him in his place. Only, she got in the way and I had killed her." Enver started out, slowly, so his wife understood that he had killed her. Had.
Keara:
The change of scenery was sudden and unexpected but she took it in her stride as Enver was the impulsive sort. She smiled as he spoke, not really processing the finer aspect of what he actually said.
“Oh My Love.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes with love and sympathy. “Worry you cannot for actions that mean you did not to do. Humans fragile are. Though learn you must for not in mortal matters to meddle. Therein trouble lies.”
She had yet to process the fact that his clothes were clean, meaning that the event had not only just happened. Her mind was purely on the task at hand and now knowing that two people were involved, she thought only of the consequences.
“Help have you need of for the bodies to dispose of?”
Enver:
He sighed and shook his head. "No. I, we, don't, you see. There are no bodies. The dad's fine. Should be back home by now come to think about it." Enver hoped his allurist powers of suggestion had worked and the guy wasn't thinking about Shya or Harper Rock anymore. "And the other-the woman, she's the one I killed." He swallowed, probably too loudly, but his mouth felt dry as the truth started to come out. "I killed her when I meant to just knock the guy on his *** and give him a lesson." Enver cleared his throat. "But she got in the way and I didn't mean to, but he was-" It didn't really matter what he was doing. "It was wrong of me, and at the time I wasn't thinking. About anything other than I killed someone. Someone I hadn't meant to in the first place and I had to try and make it right. That's all I was thinking about when, you know." He cleared his throat and stopped talking to stare at his wife. "There's no body to dispose of."
Keara:
‘Make it right.’ The three words clarified the situation for her and yet confused her at the same time. There was no way that her husband would do that to her, he’d promised. Accident or not, there was no acceptable reason for him to have broken his promise to her. Her hands slipped from around his neck and off his shoulders as she took a step back. She was shaking, but the driving emotion behind it was unreadable in her eyes. She focused on him to see if she was right. To see if Enver had done the unthinkable and there it was; a new connection.
She stood there trembling before him. No words were sufficient to explain how she felt though anxiety lay at the heart of it, something he’d probably recognise through their deep and unyielding bond to one another.
Enver:
He felt anxiety, even panic suddenly. Maybe the latter was his own from the way his wife was acting. How she stood there, shaking. "She doesn't mean anything. Didn't at the time." He assured her as he stepped to her and grabbed at her hand. As soon as he was in front of his wife, Enver was on his knees, arms wrapped around his wife's midsection. "I couldn't let her die. Not another human. Again." Enver was starting to see a cycle, but he wouldn't admit it. The male that had been put in a cage, entrusted with Crash to take care of. Hannah, killed by his wife, Andrew, killed by him. As much as he clung to the ideal of living with and among humans, too many of them died because of one of them. Mostly, because of him in reality. "I'm sorry." He spoke into her belly as he clung to small frame the feeling of anxiety rising through him, making him not only anxious, but fearful of what she might say. No, what she might do.
Keara:
A statue stood before him as his arms went around her; she either could not, or would envelop him in her arms and cradle his head to her stomach to comfort him the way he most likely needed. The shadow was so skilled in her art that with her muscles tensed by his touch, she didn’t even move. Her world, her life, was over and her system was shutting down, protecting itself, while she processed his treachery; as that was what this was to her. The one person in all the world that she loved beyond reason had betrayed her in the most unthinkable manner, and for a human that by his own admission meant nothing to him.
Keara, for the first time in her existence, cursed her immortality and longed for death. Try as she might to process what he’d done, she could not. She could not live without him and yet now that he had broken his promise to her, she did not see how she could live with him.
‘Oh Nox. Why do you do this to me?’ Her thoughts were clear in her mind and yet she herself was unreachable.
Enver:
She wasn't doing anything. Panic set in and started to consume Enver. He stood up with ease because she wasn't stopping him. She had no hold on him, physically. "Keara." He grabbed both her arms and gave her a shake. A good solid, shake. "Damnit." He growled when he didn't get the response he was looking for. Wanting. Needing. "I'm sorry. You weren't there." Not that it was an excuse, but if she were, maybe he never would have gotten involved, or maybe, just maybe she would have sired Shya instead had the same thing happened. She would have. He believed it firmly with every fibre of his being. Had he accidently killed her, his wife would have sired Shya. And so he said as much, "If you were there, you would have given her a second chance. Like we did with Peter." He shook her again, this time more lightly. "I'm sorry." He slid his hands from her arms, to her hands and held them, his head hanging slightly. "It just seemed like the right thing to do. I only had a few seconds to think about it. Before, she, well, you know, died. For good. Because of me."
Keara:
Her mind was simultaneously racing and shutting down and when he began to explain himself she had trouble focusing on what to was that he was saying and yet she heard every single word. A single tear beaded in the corner of her left eye and slowly made its way down over her pale flesh. This was the only sign of life she gave, as even as he held her hands, she did nothing to return either free herself or cling to him; and she really wanted to cling to him. She wanted this all to be a nightmare and yet she knew it wasn’t. His excuses meant nothing and finally, as if a spark were ignited deep within her, she pulled her hands from his grip, her dagger appearing in her hand.
She was eerily quiet as she stood there and if he shifted to hold her again, she would have to move so as to now allow it. Distance. She needed distance from him. This was unlike the women he knew, who would usually fly into a jealous rage and stab him for the smallest of things. A woman who would use her blade on herself rather than another when things became too much for her to bear. Culling creatures in the depths of the city did little to ease her emotions and pain was often the only answer; his or hers, though usually hers if she could keep herself focused. Now there was so much pain, emotional pain that was, that her body had no idea what to do or how to react. Tears began to flow down her skin but she made no attempt to wipe them away.
“You promised.”
Two words. It was all he got. All she was capable of. The emotion she felt now finally clear to them both as it consumed her words and haunted her eyes. There was no anger over what he’d done, only deep and seemingly paralysing disappointment, because the one person she trusted with all that she was had betrayed her.
Enver:
She moved away from him, violently and the male just stood there, stunned. Her knife appeared and he sighed as the male closed his eyes and shook his head. "Keara-" Enver stepped closer to her after opening his eyes, only to have her move further away from him. "Please." He pleaded with his wife before she said those two words that had him closing his mouth and clenching his jaw. Another nod was given before he cleared his throat and spoke. "I know." He did, but in some aspect, wasn't it unfair of her to demand such a thing? He never demanded anything like that of her. Even after the Peter incident and Andrew. He trusted his wife, even if at moments, he was driven by his own stupidity and self-doubts. Deep down, he trusted her to sire anyone that didn't mean half as much to her as he did. Didn't she trust him, like he did her? "I'm sorry." He said before he was on his knees again, head hung. "You would have had me done nothing? Kill another human, again?" He tried to look for her face, to lock his eyes on to her own set, because if they could just connect there, just a primitive glance and hold, then things could be mended and they weren't all that bad. At least that was what he believed.
Keara:
Her fist clenched around the hilt of her dagger as he spoke. He’d made a promise to her and he’d broken it, thrown it away for some women he didn’t even know, which could mean only one thing; he was in love with his new childe. This thought did nothing to quell her tears that continued to roll down over her cheeks unimpeded. He’d already said the female meant nothing to him but she couldn’t believe that, not when he’d put her before the vow he’d made to his own wife. He should have let her die. Humans die. It was the way of the world. The guilt he would have felt for her death should be nothing to the guilt he was now feeling for breaking his word. Whether he knew it or not, he’d chosen this “unknown” woman over her.
“Yes. Chose her over me you did.”
She looked to him but didn’t see him, the tears blinding her to the pools in which she drowned on a daily basis.
Enver:
He got up off the ground and growled. "I didn't chose her over you. I chose what was right to do in the moment that it happened." The male stood at his full height, a hand going through his hair. "If it were reverse, you'd have done it to. You HAVE done it before." Enver snapped, enraged at the idea of him picking anyone over his wife; his soul mate. "You know that's not true." He said after he took a deep breath inwards to calm himself, looking away from his crying wife. "It's not true. I love you. You, god damnit." He moved to her and attempted to embrace her in his arms, and if she fought it, he would fight to do what he wanted to do, until she allowed him to embrace her.
Keara:
There was little to no fight in her, her words thus far being full of sorrow instead of anger but as she felt his anger rise, a flash of her own sparked behind her eyes.
“Never would I, a promise to you break.”
Her words were steadier than emotions as she moved away from him yet again. She would not allow him to touch her. She didn’t trust him to. With her back now against the cabin she could not move from his grasp and so finally, she was forced into action and shoved him as far away from her as she could possibly manage before drawing her blade across the length off her left forearm. Her blood bubbled to the surface, pushing its way through the opening and began to ooze in the direction of the floor before the universe claimed it.
Enver:
"Never would I make you promise something like that. I TRUST you." He growled after she pushed him away from her. He didn't like this side of his wife, or maybe he didn't like the guilt he was feeling and the accusations she was making. As if Shya, someone he barely knew, could compare to the woman he was crazy about. The woman he loved. "Stop that." He moved back to her, reaching out for the knife, but not being able to actually take it from his wife. She was just too damn strong, and though he knew that, it didn't stop Enver from trying. "Son of a *****." He seethed as his hand slid over the blade, pulled at the knife and cut a few of his fingers together, before he stopped attempting to take the knife from her. "Please, stop." He sighed as his bloodied hand clenched at his side. He didn't want to fight dirty, and by that, use powers, but he wasn't against the idea either if he had to.
Keara:
A wicked smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as he told her to stop and began to try and take the blade from her. The urge to allow him to take it, only to summon it back to her, hummed in the recesses of her mind, but to do that would be to play games and despite what her husband believed, she didn’t do that.
“Matters not what you of me would ask. Asked that of you I did, and you your word gave. Promised me you should not, if you your word would not keep.”
The tears in her eyes began to dry up and her tone changed as she spoke, the looking her eyes becoming colder and more distant along with her words. Keara had only two ways in dealing with these sorts of things, she would fight or she would hide. Pulling herself into shadows never worked for her when she felt someone’s eyes upon her and so she jumped overboard in one, swift motion. No splash came of course, as she landed over the water using her powers to walk upon it, as she knew he couldn’t follow here.
“You word is your bond. If I your word cannot believe, then I your words cannot trust.”
Once more the blade was drawn across her flesh. She was losing it, and Enver likely knew it. Keara wasn’t one to draw attention to who and what they were and yet here she was, out on the open water, standing upon it, wishing for what Nox only knew.
Enver:
"What the hell are you doing?" He stormed over to the side of the boat and glared at his wife. He could jump in the water, but she would just keep walking away, or running maybe. If she was going to play dirty, he was going to, too. He sighed, shook his head and then looked at his watch. The impact wouldn't be immediate, but in a few minutes, she would see what would happen when her powers were neutered. Completely. He focused on his wife, her location and then waited for the right moment to pass. It would have to be perfect and quick. "Get your *** back on the boat!" He growled at her, giving her the opportunity to come back on her own will before the right moment came.
Keara:
She refused to move to come back and yet she would not leave him. Had she time to think on it, she’d of seen how changed she was from his love, as before she would have simply gutted herself before his eyes or teleported herself across the city to get away from him.
“Admit it. Admit that chose her over me you did. That you your word to me on purpose broke.”
A third line was drawn across her arm. The three lines were perfectly parallel and yet Keara didn’t even look to her arm as she made the cuts. Her thighs at times bore similar markings, though they were often shorter and not quite so deep. She wasn’t cutting for the pain though this time, that much she knew. Only she was yet to realise that she was punishing him, making him watch her hurt herself as a punishment for what he’d done.
Enver:
"No. You're being insane." He shouted at her, as she continued slashing her skin apart in front of him. He growled, slammed both hands on the banister of the boat and then, did what he didn't want to have to do, but it would at least stop her from hurting herself. "Hope you can swim." He scowled at her before he took away her ability to walk on water and anything else for the next hour. It wasn't exactly a nice thing to do, but it was the best he could do since he couldn't get to her through water walking or summoning her to him. And if it got her to stop hurting herself, then that was what he'd do. Of course, if she couldn't swim, he would go in after her. At least that much Enver could do.
Keara:
Insane? He hadn’t even begun to see insane, not from her. So far everything she’d said and done was cold and calculated. Her emotions had been threatening to swallow her into an abyss of her own making and she was only just managing to keep them at bay.
The shock of what he did next hit her as the water pooled around her and she sank beneath it. Had he really taken away her abilities? Did he truly think that would stop her? Whether the ability to stay above water was blocked by his command or whether she chose to negate it, neither would know as she sank deeper into the murky depths.
Keara could swim. Not well, but she could swim, only she chose not to spite him. Oxygen wasn’t something she required to live, so she stayed on the bottom of the bay and continued to draw the blade across her arm a fourth time causing more of her blood to mingle with the murky water.
Enver:
She went under, only she didn't seem to mind it. Keara wasn't thrashing around, trying to stay above the water. 'So you plan on living down there? Fish are hungry this time of year. Been a long, cold winter.' He sent the thought in to her mind, because he wasn't going to go in after her. It was evident she didn't want him near her. She had pushed him away, she had water walked away, and now she chose to stay under the cold, winter weather. Not that the cold would bother her, but staying in the cold, dirty water was her preference, rather than being on board with him. He sighed, shook his head, looked up at the night sky and focused on the stars. As if they had the answers. He knew they didn't, but there was nothing more he could do. He could follow her, but where would she go next? Tome home? Maybe. She couldn't teleport at this moment. So that was the best bet was that she would tome home. If she decided to leave the water, at all. Somehow, she doubted she would go home, because of all the people that would be there. While they fought, it was rare they brought others in to their fight, save for Peter, unfortunately. God Damn, Peter. Enver thought to himself as he gritted his teeth together. How easy he forgave her, time and time again. Maybe he shouldn't have. No, that was being stupid of him and petty at a moment like now. Keara could almost do anything and Enver would forgive her. Maybe that was idiotic of him, but it was true. His gaze moved past the stars, to the dark abyss they hung in. At a loss of what more to do, or try, the male sighed. 'I did not pick her over you. You know that. I know you can feel that, but instead, you would rather sit in a god damn lake and flay yourself like a fish. The whole thing is ludicrous. Sorry isn't good enough, and neither is the truth, so I've no idea what else to do, but give you the space you want.' He stepped back from the side of the boat, eyes still focused on the darkness before Enver vanished from this realm.
Keara:
His words meant nothing to her. If he could break a promise, he could break their vows. And no sooner had she thought that, that he did so by telling her that he was leaving. They had vowed to always be patient with one another and to never allow their problems to break them apart and yet after only a few minutes, he’d given up and left her. Of course she didn’t know this for sure, as she couldn’t even sense his location.
Without Enver there was no point to anything, and without her powers she could not even reply - though she may not have replied anyway given what was said – so she sat herself down on the bottom of the bay floor and began to carve words into thigh while she sorted through some of what she was thinking. The words being things like promise, broken, vows, etc. If Enver didn’t want her enough to fight for her, then she had no business being in this realm or any other. He was all that was keeping her here and without him, she truly felt she had nothing.
Enver:
He was going to give her time to calm down and actually think. No, to feel the truth when she gave it more thought. When she gave him, just him, and not Shya some thought. When the mind block wore off, she would be able to sense where he was, and come to him to talk about this as rationally as they could. But until then, Enver was content on sitting in the shadow realm, weighing out his other options on how to make his wife see the truth she denied herself at this moment.
Keara:
Keara was so drawn to the darkness of the water, a darkness that suited her mood, that she didn’t realise how long she’d been down there. Her blade still toiled in her hand, scratching words into flesh, some being carved deeper than others until all she could write was one word, other and over; Enver.
It was probably due to this that, without meaning to, she connected her mind to his, opening up the kind of connection that would allow him to reply to her. Her thoughts spilling into his mind.
‘No. Left me he did. Want me he does not. If wanted me he did, left me here he would not have.’
Enver:
The male groaned when he heard her voice in his mind. Of course she would assume he left her. Every time he went to get a breather and some space, he was leaving her. Not just leaving the situation, but her. 'I did not leave you. Well, I did, physically leave your area, but I did not leave you. I am not leaving you, I'm trying to damn well think.' He grumbled the last bit, more than he meant to, but he was irritated that she thought he didn't want her and so in retrospect, left her.
Keara:
Keara jumped to hear his voice in her mind causing the fish that had gathered around her to scatter at her sudden movement. Was she hearing what she wanted to hear or was he really speaking to her. She’d lost a lot of blood at this point and so was finding it difficult to concentrate.
‘Yes. Think that he would. Thinks that he always does. But leaving is leaving. Left is left. Gone is gone. Promised he did for me never to leave. For patient to be. Another promise broken. No. Worse. Vow. That a vow was.’
She sighed within her own mind and lay down, her blade finally ceasing to engrave words upon her flesh.
‘Know I do not what done should be. Stay here? Perhaps? Here good a place as any is. Die I could. He my only true connection to this world is. Without him, here I need not be.’
She looked to the dagger in her hand.
‘Enough blood shed has been. My heart. That a fitting place is for my life to end. Since broken it already is.’
Enver: "Wanting space is not the same as leaving for good. I am not gone.' He thought as her thoughts continued to roll on. The more she thought, the more he got irritated and wanted to leave the shadow realm. But what would he do that was different than before? Maybe he should make a grand gesture. Kill something big and powerful. No, stupid idea. That wouldn't fix the situation. Offer to kill Shya? Absolutely not. He had done that once and look where it got him. Not that Enver thought he could actually kill anyone linked to him or Keara. Offer himself up. Now that was an idea. Maybe. 'You are not going to die in a lake. There's no sharks or anything of that sort in there.' He continued to prattle on at his wife as Enver began to pace the shadow realm.
Keara: ‘Silly boy. Die I would not through external force. Die I would by my own hand.’
She still had no clue that she actually talking to her husband. She was bleeding out and was obviously becoming delirious. Her mind was trying to trick her trying to make her stay where she was. Her subconscious feared the accursed realm more than she did and while she was beginning to warm to the idea of eternity in oblivion, her subconscious was fighting to keep her alive.
‘NO! Listen to you I shall not. Want you do for here to stay. Want I do for to die. No reason now have I for to live. He my anchor was.’
Enver:
Enver scowled when she said he was being silly. Sure, he knew the idea about the sharks was silly, but he didn't know how else she would or could die. Not until she revealed her plan. 'You are NOT going to kill yourself, god damn it.' He growled the thought in to his wife's head before he was spending what little energy he had to get out of the shadow realm. Having not been there in a while, Enver forgot that he wouldn't return to where he fadewalked into the place at and found himself outside the Morgue. Outside the place Velveteen owned. The mere thought of it made him snarl in rage before he was moving away from it and climbing over the fence of the QZ, sprinting through the QZ and climbing the other fence that was a few blocks from the harbor. This whole situation was ridiculous. Had Shya been a Shane instead, would Keara have batted a lash at it? No. But in her mind, for some weird reason, every woman that was in Enver's life, with the exception of Lorde, was in love with him or the reverse. 'Don't you do it.' Enver didn’t normally command his wife to not do something, but in this instance? He wasn't above the idea. If it bought him a few minutes, the necessary minutes needed to get to his wife as he sprinted through the city naked. Good thing it was dark, but he did hate running. Or anything physical, with the exception of one thing.
Keara:
‘Stop me you cannot. Real you are not. Stop me he could but here he is not. Wants me here he does. Perhaps stay here I should. Where find me he can. Left him I did not. Stayed I did. Mattered not. How could he me here leave? Wishes he does for me punish. Wishes he does for me in pain to be.’
She closed her eyes. Could she kill herself? Wasn’t that leaving him? Did it matter if he left her first? She could stay here and waste away. Die where he left her; where he broke her heart.
Enver:
'What do you mean I'm not real? I'm your husband!' Enver's thought boomed into her head as he ran towards the dock and his boat; Lady. He groaned when he realized he was going to have to go in the water and hoped that no one was around. For a few reasons. He'd get arrested for indecent exposure and the whole she walked on the water for a few minutes ordeal might cause them both some headaches. He climbed over the banister, took a breath of air, even if it wasn't needed and jumped in. How did someone sink? Did they just do it? Did they just stop moving? He tried it. He stopped moving and as he sank, Enver panicked. He knew he couldn't die and that he could swim, but he hadn't ever done this. It was uncharted territory and who knew what was waiting for him down in the murky depths of the lake below. He started thrashing around, not knowing if what he was doing was right or if he was even going in the right direction of his wife. Because he had his eyes closed.
Keara:
Keara’s eyes fluttered open. Was it him? Was he in her mind? Wasn’t he just a hallucination? She had convinced herself that he was something whipped up by her subconscious in order to protect itself. But what if he wasn’t? What if he was real?
‘Enver? No. Him it is not. Tricking me you are. Speaking to him I am not. Just as he to me will not speak. Leave him thusly I never would.’
The thrashing that happened overhead began to stir up the mud that had long since settled after her arrival. She could see through the darkness, see that it was him and yet again, she convinced herself that none of this was real. The last time she’d seen her husband he’d been fully clothed, this figment was naked; another ploy by a desperate mind that wanted her to cling to life.
‘Of course you him naked would make. Think you do that resist him thusly I cannot. Well resist I can. Close my eyes I shall.’
And that’s exactly what she did.
Enver:
He kept thrashing around because Enver knew he was going to die. Or something. This just wasn't natural. Drowning yourself. 'No, it's really me, god damn it!' Enver thought sharply in to her mind, while sinking further and further below. 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die,' repeated over and over in his thoughts and to her as Enver tried to gain control of the situation, but couldn't. Finally, he was at the bottom, or close enough to his wife that while he thrashed, his fingertips grabbed at her hair, and any body part it could while Enver tried to gain some control over the fact that he wasn't going to die and that he was fine. And now on the bottom of the lake on his ***.
Keara:
‘Die? Die you cannot. Real you are not.’
His fingers tangled in her hair and she gasped.
‘He’s here. He’s real.’
Her hand instinctively reached for his, even if she was still mad at him.
‘He’s real! He’s here!’
She moved so that she could see him better and yet she didn’t move to embrace him or pull him closer. He had her hand, and for now, that was enough.
Enver:
'Oh yes I can die.' Enver thought before he realized how stupid that sounded. Here he was at the bottom of the lake, sitting in it and not dead. If he was going to die, he would have been dead already. Coming down here must have taken a few good minutes. Still, he couldn't have helped but thought that on the way down. Her hand was latched with his, but they were still a good distance apart. Enver didn't scramble to embrace her, in fear she might go, well, anywhere, again. Instead, he was up and on his knees once again, eyes on her. ‘I would not leave you. I did leave the situation. It is not the same, to me. But to you, it is and that's what matters. I will not do it again. Ever. I'm sorry.' He clung to the hand that she granted him, both hands on it now.
Keara:
‘Says that he does, but can I him trust for his word in this to keep? Broke he did his word to me already.’
If he was able to see into her eyes in the dark, murky water, he’d of seen the indecision that lay within them. She wanted to believe him. Before today she would have believed him without question but now, where there had once been no doubt, doubt had crept in.
‘Like I would for that to believe.’
Enver:
He would have sighed if he could have. Can they sigh in water? He'd find out later. Right now wasn't the time. The hand that was in his was pulled to him and pressed against his heart before he held it there. 'What will you have me do? I would do anything.' And he would too. At least Enver believed it in that moment, when he thought it. Again, his head was hung in shame, but mostly despair. They had never been here before. He had never been here before. Enver had always been the one on the other side of the fence. In his wife's position. His word had always been his strongest saving grace, but he had blown it twice with his wife in less than a week. Unintentionally on both accounts. 'What will it take? My life? I would die one hundred times and return as many times to prove that I will always come back, to you.' He looked up at her, attempting to search in her eyes for what it was he was supposed to do to make things right.
Keara:
Instinct had her squeezing his hand when he mentioned dying. That wasn’t what she wanted, not at all. She didn’t want him to leave her. Ever. Had she doubted he’d return? Probably not, else she wouldn’t have sat and waited for him at the bottom of the bay where only he would have thought to look for her.
‘Want I do for you to believe. How can I you now trust, when you your promise to me broken have?’
Her words were soft, the pain she felt clear in every syllable. He’d broken her heart and she was struggling to see how he could ever repair it. She loved him beyond reason. Still. That would never change. But now the man she looked upon was not the man she loved and trusted with her life. He appeared to be a stranger who wore his face. She hung her head, unable to look at him any longer.
Enver:
There it was. Out on the floor. His wife didn't trust him. And he knew how that felt. What that meant. Enver looked away with his jaw clenched. 'Because of this.' He moved her hand to the tattoo he had gotten of the anchor on his upper arm. Long before he both felt and knew that they were soul mates. That they could not live without the other, at least, not a life that would be worth living. 'Because I always do what's right in the end.' She wouldn't like that answer, as it applied to this situation and the situation with Shya, if Keara gave it any real thought. While he knew he broke his word, Enver firmly believed he had done the right thing, when he had wronged Shya by killing her.
Keara:
She knew that. It came as no surprise to her and yet she couldn’t accept it. Or perhaps wouldn’t accept it.
‘If no intention he had for his word to keep. Given it he should not have. Never would anyone from my time this do. Our way it was not. Our word our bond was. Even if deceiving others we were.’
As much as she wanted to trust him, she just couldn’t get past him breaking his word. If he wanted out of his promise he could have spoken to her. They could have discussed it. But now. Now he had a female childe, an eternal reminder that he had wronged her. As much as he didn’t want to see it, she’d of let the child die if the roles had been reversed.
‘Eternal reminder.’
She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight as she tried not to think about that as that too was painful. It was bad enough that he had broken his word, but to have a reminder of that fact under her nose, every day for eternity; it wasn’t something she knew how to handle.
Enver:
Enver sighed then. He expelled the last bit of air that was in his lungs when his wife thought the words, 'eternal reminder.' As if Shya and him had some deep connection or had done something wrong. As if they had some sort of sordid history together, which couldn't have been the furthest from the truth. He looked at the bottom of the lake, his jaw clenching tighter. He knew in this moment that Shya and Keara could never be in the same room together. Not because Enver believed she would do something to Shya [well, at least not kill her], but because of him. And as much as that bothered him in that moment; that Shya, even if he didn't know much about her or even knew if he liked her, wouldn't get to know Keara like Lorde had been able to. And it was all his fault. 'I had intended to. Keep my promise. I didn't think this would happen. Ever.' He released his wife's hand, completely disheartened with the idea of him being a half way reasonable sire to Shya at this rate. Enver stood, inched away from some fish he didn't get a good look at and then looked at his wife again. 'We can't stay down here forever. I'm pretty sure the camera at the gate got a good look of some naked guy running down the dock.' It wasn't meant to be a joke, but it might have sounded as such. If someone was watching, they might think it was someone pulling a prank and they might get the police involved. Enver enjoyed not being on their radar in the last year or so.
Keara:
There was no reply. Not at first. First she had to find the camera feed. She had to find it, follow it to its source and destroy the last few hours’ worth of information it had stored, and then see if she could disable it. It was a more difficult task than she imagined but then she was very weak and even when she thought she’d done it, she couldn’t be certain and had to make a mental note to do it again later when her strength was restored. The connection must have broken too, as she was unable to hear him in her mind while she did this. Perhaps it was too much to ask of her mental abilities given everything that had happened.
