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

This RP took place at Aithne Asylum on Saturday 19th October 2013.

Keara arrives back at the asylum to find that Enver was already waiting for her. She could have kicked herself for not using her Home Bound tome sooner but then had she of done that she’d of been presuming that he would in fact be free to speak with her that night. After he’d had a long week of barely functioning, she probably should have assumed that he had better things to do than stop by and catch her up on what happened to him. His sire was probably waiting for the same conversation and as that thought crossed her mind she felt a little guilty for asking him over so soon. “Greetings Enver. Glad I am that you time for me have. Sure I am that others more deserving your attention also require.”

Enver got up from the chair by the computer desk he was sitting at when she appeared, grinned and tipped his hat at her. He listened to her words, put his hat on and shrugged. "I've already made contact with a few people. Seems most are still sleeping." He cleared his throat after that. "How've you been the last week?" He extended a hand at the chair next to him, and waited for her to sit as he put his hat down at the side of his body.

Keara seats herself in the chair Enver indicated. “My week better than yours has been. That much true is. Know I do not how functioned you did. Your instincts very strong must be.” The fact that he had already reached out to others calmed her slightly, as she didn’t want to be stealing him away from his family when they too likely had questions regarding his recent condition. “Worried I did for you. Quite severe your injuries were.”

Enver: He sat after she did, in the chair he had been in, the fedora being placed on his lap. "I'm not really sure where I went to, but Hannah pointed me in the right direction a few times." He chuckled and unbuttoned his suit coat, then sat back in the chair. At this point she would probably see the scar in his hairline, given to him by Phoenix when her blade sunk its way in to his head. "I'm really not sure what I did all week. Besides do some stupid business transactions it seems." He laughed as he pulled out a cigar from his case. "You mind?"

Keara sat a little awkwardly in the seat. After a few moments of trying to sit normally, she bent down and began unlacing her chunky leather ankle boots. “Mind I do not,” came her reply as she looked up at him through her loose hanging dreads as she still grappled with her laces. Having unlaced the boots, she used the toe of one boot on the heel of the other to slip one off and then vice versa, kicking the boots to one side, as she sat back up. “Probably should have asked if mind you do if comfortable I get,” she smoothed her dreads back with the palms of her hand and looked quickly from him to the floor, a very slight flush of colour appearing in her cheeks. In an effort to help hide the momentary slip of emotion that showed on her face, she let her hair fall forward again, as she pulled her feet up onto the chair and wrapped her arms around her shins.

Enver: He nodded, then lit the pre-cut cigar when she gave her two cents on the matter. He watched her motions, a grin pulling on the corner of his lips before he chuckled softly at her words. "It's your place." He replied, finding it odd she'd ask his opinion on the matter. "So how bad was it?" Enver took a deep inhale in, as if he hadn't had a cigar in ages and he hadn't. At least not in the last week. "What happened was my doing, you know. I apologize for making you worry. It wasn't my intent to make anyone worry." He exhaled the smoke from his chest, away from her as he looked around the main floor. "Thanks for inviting me here. It's a nice place you've got." He tugged at his collar with his free hand and allowed his eyes to look back at her, noticing how she seemed to be hiding from him. For now, he would shrug it off as a shadow trait and so he didn't comment on it at this time.

Keara: She nodded when he acknowledged that it was her place and was thankful that she hadn’t offended him. As much as she was able to control her actions in the wider world, it seemed that once she was home, a part of her relaxed and allowed her quirks to shine through whether she wanted them too or not. As he explained his situation, she plucked gently at her red and black stripped tights. The way she sat would have been inappropriate had he been seated across from her but as it was, there was no-one there, besides Deanna. Otherwise she’d of practically been flashing him what with the fact that the short black skirt and tights left little to the imagination from that angle. His explanation confused her. “Thank you,” her tone was quizzical as she reacted to his comment on her home. The questions she had about his injuries however weren’t going to allow for a change of subject to occur so soon. “Your doing you say? Understand that I do not. Why would you wish such injuries inflicted upon yourself?”

Enver: When she thanked him, Enver had assumed that she would move past the other topic at hand mostly because he had said it was his doing. When she circled back to it, the male cleared his throat and thought best how to explain it. "What I mean is, Phoenix kept me alive when a good handful of people would have had me killed." Enver took another breath in of the cigar which allowed him a few seconds before continuing. "I had almost fourteen hundred bucks on my head. I knew I couldn't work it all off in time, and so, given my history with a certain group, I knew they'd be coming for me. I called someone and somehow she was right. We tricked the Crow I guess." He wasn't sure how best to explain it because he didn't know how it was possible. "My offense vanished when she spared my life, but left me unable to do much of anything."

Keara: She turned her head to the side and looked at him after he explained the situation more fully, resting her head on the back of her legs as she did so. It still didn’t sit well with her but to a certain extent it was understandable. If she was right, he was trying to avoid being killed for a bounty and she could definitely understand the desire to try and avoid a trip to the Shadow Realm. What she couldn’t understand though however is why he didn’t have someone come and take care of him if he knew he would be in such a state. “Perhaps understand you better now I do. Remember I do that share a dislike of the dark realm we do. Though…” she wondered if she could bring herself to ask such a personal question and then without much thought blurted out before a conscious decision on the matter could be made. “If knew you did that injured you would be. Why did you no-one ask to watch you while heal you did?” As if realising she’d stepped over a boundary and had in fact assumed that he hadn’t contacted anyone, she quickly added. “Offer you a drink I should have. Remiss I have been in that. Which of the bottles sent me do you wish to try? Predator or Knowledge?”

Enver: He was glad when she changed the subject with the mentioning of wine. "Lady's choice. They're your gift." He had no preference, truth be told, the male was just glad they could both enjoy the gift. "I sent a message out to River, my sire. She's not the best with electronics. I've not thought of a way to contact her more easily than that, I'm afraid." He wasn't a telepath and hadn't the urge to go down that path yet, so the whole mind speaking thing wasn't going to happen for a while yet. "My, family, as people call it is a bit small. I left Grigori not long after being sired over some things said by some people there about my sire and those she sired, though no one really knew most of us to have an opinion." He shrugged, not really giving it much more thought than that. "I'm used to swinging things in this life." He added with a chuckle.

Keara: She didn’t dare move while he spoke and wondered if perhaps they should move elsewhere in the building, as while the ‘waiting room’ was perfectly comfortable, there was a lounge in which he might be more comfortable. Him being the main consideration for the move, as she was quite comfortable in almost any location seeing as she came from an era/life that wasn’t exactly synonymous with comfort. “Perhaps continue this conversation we should in more comfortable surroundings.” There was no hint of sexual motivation in her words and yet it was entirely possible that her words could have been taken that way. Not being the sort make sexual connotations from innocent phrasings, that fact was entirely lost on her however. “If go up the stairs there you do,” she said uncurling and pointing to the stairs off to her side. “Then to the left go. A lounge there you will find. Make yourself comfortable in there you can. And fetch the wine I shall. If that acceptable is?”

Enver: "Sure." He nodded, not really caring where they talked at. He, for some odd reason didn't believe himself to be in any danger around the woman, so she could have suggested they go anywhere else and he would have been fine with it. He stood after snatching his hat up and put it back on his head, then took one last look around the room before he started off that way. He stopped to spin on his heels and pointed over his shoulder at the place she directed him to. "I'll see you in there then." The whole thing was strange, but not in an unnerving sort of way. Just strange she was making a big deal about him being comfortable. Didn’t he just spend seven days in who knows where? He wrote it as the woman being an elder and having come from a time when that was probably something people did when guests came. He headed up the stairs, to the left and to the lounge where he took in the new decor as he circled the room, waiting for her.

Keara: She waited till he got to his feet before standing herself, looking down at her toes as she stretched them slightly and wriggled them inside her tights before making her way to the office she’d placed the wine in. She picked up each bottle in turn and looked them over, deciding that perhaps the Predator bottle which contained shark blood might be the more adventurous choice of the two. As she made her way towards the lounge, the bottle in her right hand and two glasses held with the stems between the fingers of her left hand, she let the tips of the fingers on her left hand trail along the wall. As she walked in to the lounge, she made her way to the coffee table and placed them both down. “Sit you may. And take your jacket off, if more comfortable like that you would be. Choose I did for the Predator wine. Tasted it before most likely you have.”

Enver: It seemed as if he wasn't leaving any time soon, though he didn't mind. He had showered after what he had guessed was the better part of a week and slipped in to one of his suits and headed to all his offices after letting people know in his own way that he was back to normal, sans the new scar from Phoenix. He slipped out of the brown suit coat, which would reveal a pink button down with a purple tie. He sat as he tugged off the tie as well, stuffed it in his suit coat pocket and laid the coat on one of the arms of the sofa's, as he focused on the bottle of wine. "I haven't. So I'm hoping it'll be alright. If not, I'll apologize in advance." He then unbuttoned the top of his button down and put the hat on top his suit coat. "Deanna is your sister, you said? How come, if I can ask, she hasn't come back like we do?"

Keara: As he made himself comfortable, she cast an eye over the room and contemplated where she would sit. She never sat in the sofas, so that wasn’t an option. Instead she had to decide between sitting on the coffee table or moving it and sitting on the floor. In the end she decided to go with the option that involved the least effort. Before she seated herself cross legged on the glass surface however, she went over to the cabinet and retrieved a corkscrew. Not being familiar with the bottles themselves she didn’t actually know how to open them though and was a little too ashamed to say as much. “Perhaps poor the wine for us you could. While explain I do the story of my sister. Knew I did not that here she was. Else I’d of sought her while we both trapped in that dark place were. When called out for a wraith I did. It was she who answered. Faded more in there she had, so return as flesh she could not. Know not why. Though younger than I she was, when died she did.”

Enver: "Sure." He leaned forward on the couch to snag the bottle and the corkscrew from her, making sure not to touch her, or touch her as little as possible, given their encounters seemed to indicate she wasn't comfortable with much (or any, maybe) physical contact. With both items in one of his hands, Enver put the corkscrew in the middle (best he could tell) and started spinning the thing down, careful not to spin the bottle with it. Once it was as far as it could get, Enver snapped the metal piece down on the front of the bottle and lifted it with the other side of the double hitch. Once that was done, he poured her a glass of the shark blood, then him and set the bottle down on the surface Keara was now on as he listened to her story about her sister. "There are rituals I hear. Maybe one of those can help her and you out?" He then handed her the glass of wine, holding from above as he passed it to her.

Keara: “Consider that perhaps I shall when proof I have that such a ritual work can on spirits such as her,” she said with a slight nod of her head. She shifted slightly where she sat, smoothing down the ruffles of her skirt as best she could, while she resisted the urge to play with the hem. When he offered her the glass, she took it and brought it up level with her lips. Instead of drinking however she sniffed at it and then stared into the glass, not really knowing if the scent of it was something she liked or not. She’d had an equally confusing time with the ’Bloody Marys’ she’d drunk at Lancaster’s. Not being overly familiar with bottle blood of any sort, she started at it while she continued the conversation. “How are things in your family now? Broking away from your clan a certain strength must take. Thankful I am that fracture my lineage as yet has not become.”

Enver: He watched her with an amused smile before he decided to just take a sip of the wine, not knowing how it'd taste. He still wasn't sure after the quick sip, so he'd work on it again after he answered her question. "It's quiet to be real honest. River was dead a lot the last year or so. Melody, she's one of mine is doing things with her wife, Darien's been a right sh-" He stopped to keep from swearing. "He's had a rough break lately and I think because he's one of mine, some people have it out for him." He shrugged. "When I was a human, I came from a small family, so I'm sort of used to the quiet in the aspect of family." He took another sip of the wine, this one a longer lasting one then the previous. "It's not bad, you know. Swallowable." He teased her with a cheeky grin. "Have to admit, I don't think I know many Vedarian's."

Keara: She pulled her eyes from the substance in the glass just long enough to see him flash her a cheeky grin. “Small we are in number. And quiet in general. Seems my clan after my path take in general, as few of mine in public speak.” She looked up again, her eyes connecting with his just long enough to convey her sincerity as she said, “Sorry I am to hear of the misfortunes of your sire and childe.” The liquid was calling to her and she couldn’t bring herself to sip at like a lady should. Instead she gripped the stem with her left hand and dipped her right forefinger into the blood. Then when a sufficient amount of the liquid clung to her skin, she raised the finger into the air, put her head back and let the liquid drip into her mouth. Satisfied with taste of it, despite the fact that she found it to be more acrid than blood of the human variety, she then brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean as she looked back to Enver. For a moment there was no sign of embarrassment in her actions, but then she quickly wiped her finer on her skirt and cupped the glass with both hands looking down into the murky contents once more.

Enver: He watched her as she talked, her words barely audible as he focused more on her actions with the wine than anything else. His brows knit together when he saw what she was doing, because it seemed she was testing the contents of the wine. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Good idea. Checking for toxins or poisons." He nodded approvingly before continuing. "I can't vouch what kind of person the seller is to be real honest." She worked for Tytonidae and had tried to kill him a couple of times. "Better to be safe than sorry." He grinned wider, his eyes back on his own glass as he swirled the red liquid around in it, checking it out for the first time. "Does it taste funny to you?" Slowly, his paranoia was starting to build. If she was worried about something, then maybe he should be too.

Keara: “Test for toxins?” her tone was inquisitive in nature as she sniffed at the contents of the glass again. “Perhaps that possible is but…” A slight colour rose in her cheeks but it faded as quickly as it appeared. “Confess I must that glass vessel unusual method of drinking is…for me.” She lowered the glass till it rested on her skirt, the liquid still begging to be played with. The longer she stared at it, the more the impulse to dip her finger in it again rose within her. To avoid embarrassing herself further she closed her eyes and tried to force the compulsion from her mind. When her mind calmed, she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip from it as she did so, a small amount escaped from the vessel and ran down he chin. Without thinking she brushed it away with the back of her hand and then licked the residue from her skin.

Enver: He looked at the glass then her, almost forgetting that the two had very different paths, which meant she didn't enjoy the past times he did. "Sorry. I didn't even think." Enver cleared his throat as she closed her eyes, thinking how to repair the awkwardness she was feeling. "If there's a better way for you, I'd not be offended or mind. I once drank wine from a tumbler on my boat." He laughed, though he wasn't sure she'd understand it. "A large plastic cup. Do what works for you." He grinned at about the time she licked the back of her hand. "Do you often watch over helpless individuals?" He wanted to get to the root of her concern for him. Was he really in that bad of shape?

Keara: Opening her eyes once more she looked to Enver, suddenly aware of her behaviour and the fact that she might have insulted him. “Oh no,” she said quickly. “Blood in bottled form quite new to me is. Gift most thoughtful was. New experiences always good are. Vessel’s for drinking such things the issue is. Drunk only from the vein I have for some two hundred years. Odd it is to drink from vessels of any kind. Glass odd texture has too. Such a thing we did not have when human I was.” She was very open and honest about her past and as she elaborated on that she almost forgot to answer the question last posed to her. “As for helpless individuals. Honestly done that I have not before. This side of the Realm that is. Look after my childer would. If ever found them in such a way. Worried I was for you. Right it felt over you to watch.” Keara didn’t move as she spoke. The glass resting once more in her lap. There was a small part of her that wanted to pour the contents into her palm and lap the substance up like an animal but thankfully she had enough willpower to hold that kind of behaviour at bay.

Enver: "Huh." He didn't know what to say about the latter part of her words, so he picked up his wine glass and took another sip of it, a long one. They shared no blood connection, but she felt it right to watch over him. "It's what friends do, I guess. Look out for the other." At this point, he'd be willing to consider Keara a friend, even if she hadn’t looked out for him. They spent a great bit of time together talking and doing things, so it seemed a fair assumption on his end. "So, I was thinking, being friends and all, that maybe we could go see Lady. That's my boat. I know you can water walk and stuff, but..." He shrugged his shoulders. "Something different and out of the city."

Keara: Up until now she hadn’t really labelled who or what he was to her, but friend definitely fit the description of what they were. Keara didn’t have many friends to speak of and the fact that he would label her such pleased her to the point that the corner of her mouth crinkle slightly at the thought. Distracted by the conversation at hand, her willpower slipped and dipped her finger back into the glass, swirling the liquid counter clockwise as he issued his invitation. “Boats of this era I am unfamiliar with. Delighted I would be to accept your invitation. While walk the waters I can. Resist the urge I shall if take me there you do.”

Enver: The way her lips crinkled didn't go unnoticed. He'd seen it once before from her, but he wasn't going to comment on it to see it vanish from off her face. "Sounds like a date. Without it being a date. I meant a plan." He cleared his throat before he changed the subject. "Do you like Halloween? I'm not crazy about it, but I'm doing some booth for Amaranthia at her nightclub for a charity gig. You should come check it out. If you've got nothing better to do."

Keara: “Matters not what called it is. Date or plan,” she said with all seriousness, as she didn’t really understand what a date was outside of the literal translation. “And…erm…” as she thought about her plans for Halloween or lack thereof, she brought her finger to her lips and without tilting her head back this time, placed the appendage in her mouth, closed her lips about it and brought it out clean. “Endeavouring to understand the evening I still am. Corrupted it has become. Walked the streets last Halloween I did, whereupon I across a party came. Intended only to observe I did. But best laid plans often alter can. Met a few people who in odd attire dressed were…Little insight did I gain from that evening.”

Enver: He chuckled. "People just pretend to be something they aren't for a night. It's a person's chance to escape their life or something." He shrugged. "I'm not sure how Halloween was back in your time, but Hallmark got a hold of that and made it something it probably never was or people intended it to be." He shrugged. "It was for a charity thing. Good cause and all that." He rubbed at his jawline. "I'm not sure how big of a turn out it might be. Crowd wise, as a heads up." He looked at the wine in her glass, "So if you don't show up, I'd understand." He added as he looked at her face, studying her over all features on it for the first time all night.

Keara: “Samhain to me it known was. It a celebration was of the season passed and of the one to come. Understand the modern day celebration I do not.” It was after she answered him that she realised he’d mentioned a charity event to which he was inviting her. She wasn’t surprised to hear he was doing charity work, she was however surprised by the fact that he remembered her dislike of crowds and saw fit to warn her as much. “Perhaps if early enough in the evening I come. No crowd there shall be,” she answered having considered the information and hinting to the fact that she might make the effort to come along. It was then that she noticed he was studying her features and while she rarely wore any expression on her face that would betray her emotions she suddenly felt exposed. In a subconscious effort to rid herself of her nervous energy, she began playing with the hem of her skirt with her right hand and accidentally knocked the base of the glass she was holding in her left hand. Her reaction, while swift, wasn’t quick enough to right the glass before half the contents spilt to the dark coloured rug. Without thinking, she quickly placed the glass on the table to her left hand side and leant forward and began wiping at the stain with her hands which only served to make things worse. “Sorry I am truly,” she said hastily, looking up at him through her hair that had fallen forward as she leant down to attend to the situation as best she could in that moment.

Enver: "Yeah, probably." He nodded in agreement, still studying her face for some sort of indication that the idea was pleasant or not in her mind, but it seemed he'd done something to make her uncomfortable judging what happened with the wine glass and her reaction to try and right it. He moved to stand to try and help the situation, but stopped dead in his tracks when she started trying to wipe it clean. "Um." He started out, as his eyes stayed on the top of her corset. "You should let me get that for you." He moved in to her space after he grabbed his suit coat and then pressed it to the carpet. "Don't apologize. It's your carpet for starters." he chuckled, "But, I can see." He stopped and pointed to the top of her corset. "That doesn't cover much like this." He cleared his throat, looked down and focused on trying to get the stain up.

Keara: Had she of been watching him, she’d of seen him grab his jacket and tried to stop him from using it to clean up the blood. She was about to verbalise the objection when he began to try and calm her down and then in a rather unexpected move, commented on her corset. His comment made her freeze for a few seconds while she contemplated what he meant. She then looked down at her cleavage and back to him, a slight look of confusion in her eyes. “Covers enough does it not?” she asked as she covers her flesh with her now blood stained hand in a moment of doubt on the subject. She sits up straight on the table again, removed her hand (to reveal a now bloody hand print across her skin) and stares down at her chest again. She was used to the sight of herself in corsets from this angle and didn’t really understand the issue. “Pay to replace your jacket I shall,” she whispered in an attempt to change the subject as she still tried to figure out what he meant about her outfit.

Enver: When she asked him the question, he couldn't help but look back at the top of her corset area and her cleavage. "Um. I mean if you think it does, then it probably does." It didn't, but the fact he was male and the view wasn't all that bad won over this time. He had stopped trying to clean up the blood with his coat by this point and had even forgotten about it as his eyes locked on the hand print on her chest. "Huh? Oh, don't worry about it." He cleared his throat as he stood. "I've got half a dozen more suit coats somewhere." He nodded his head. "I should pay for your carpet." The male started to pace as a hand ran through his hair. "I'll send you a new one tomorrow." He said, more for himself than her as he kept pacing.

Keara placed her blood stained hand on either side of her, marking the glass beneath them. As Enver began pacing she looked around the room unsure what to say or do to salvage the conversation. She’d been the one to spill the ‘wine’ and now it was on her chest, his coat and her table. If she’d of been trying to make a good impression, it wasn’t going well and to make matters worse she was fighting the urge to lick the palm of her hands which were also covered in loose fibres from the carpet and could possibly make her vomit if ingested. “Necessary that is not,” she pressed the palm of her hands to the glass, as she slipped her feet from their crossed position onto the floor either side of the discarded jacket. “But replace this I shall,” she said walking out of the room, her left hand trailing along the wall and marking her path as she curled round to the left and entered the elevator to take it upstairs. Her unspoken plan was to wash her hands, get a towel to wipe up the rest of the blood and to put the jacket somewhere safe so that she could find a replacement when she was next out shopping.

Enver: As soon as she was gone, Enver's pacing slowed, not realizing yet that she had taken his coat until he turned around to see it gone. He would have normally put two and two together with what she had said before and what she had just said, but he'd been battling an inner battle of telling her the truth or keeping his mouth shut. "You don't have to do that." The male headed off in the direction she went, based off the trail she left with the blood wine. "Let me help you." He spoke again as soon as he was in the elevator with her. His hands shot out to her wrists, the both of them and held them. "Your walls are starting to look like a murder scene from a movie or something." He teased as his eyes moved down to her hands before he let her wrists gone. "Sorry. About the touching thing." He took a step back. "Can I at least have my coat back for my car keys?" He shot her a cheeky grin as he leaned against the elevator wall.

Keara: She barely registered him enter the elevator as the doors were already starting to close and the smell of the blood upon her skin was making her hungry. When he grabbed her wrists she fought to pull them back, biting back a growl as she did. He soon let go and apologised but he’d done it and a part of her wanted to slap him. She gripped the coat tighter in her hands, an injured look in her eyes. His grin did little to alleviate the tension growing in her and his assessment of her walls, while entirely accurate, was unappreciated. As the elevator stopped on the first floor, she exited the small space, jacket still in hand and moved off to the left, entering Cell 1. She no longer trailed her hand against the wall, as her hands were still firmly grasping the jacket. As she entered her bedroom, she made a beeline for the bathroom.

Enver: He sighed, noticing she didn't say anything and practically bolted from the elevator (in his opinion) the second the door opened. His gaze narrowed, the male a bit irritated with how the evening was turning out when it seemed everything was going fairly well. He followed after her, a hand going through his hair as his jaw clenched together as he thought about how to fix the situation (if he could). He entered a place called "Cell 1," and looked for her. "Keara?" He called out after clearing his voice, his eyes looking around the place, trying to get a feel for the place.

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

Keara: Placing the jacket on the hamper in the bathroom, she grabbed a wash cloth, wet it down, added soap and began scrubbing her hands with it. There was no mirror to reflect her appearance so she stared at the tile above the sink, closed her eyes and tried to push away the feelings that were welling up in her. She could still feel his hands on her wrists and while it wasn’t exactly an unpleasant sensation it was overwhelming to her senses, especially when mixed with the scent of the blood. His call went unanswered as the running water drowned out some of the sound about her, including her own mumblings, the only audible words being issues, stop and stupid.

Enver: Silence echoed back at him, making the male run yet another hand through his hair. "Great." He muttered before looking left, then right , then left again. He didn't know what room she had gone in to, but he didn't care. The male went left because he was sure he heard something coming from that area, so down the hall he went. "Keara?" He said just as he entered the bathroom and paused in the door. He saw her working on her hands with a wash cloth and heard the word stupid. "It's not a big deal. The coat or the blood wine. I can get another bottle tomorrow. Same for the coat." He assumed she was chiding herself over those two things, so he entered the bathroom, only to stop when he was in front of her. "Let me help you." He didn't move to touch her or the wash cloth, he just stood there.

Keara: “Blood not the issue is. Spilt much I did not. More in the bottle there is. Know objects replaceable are. Know that I do,” she turned to look him in the eye, the anger at him having turned inwards. “Stupid I am. Control my senses I cannot,” there was a look in her eye that showed disappointment and yet her facial features seemed unchanged. “See I do not how help me you can. If touch me you do. React badly I likely shall. Stop myself from feelingly thusly I should be able too.” She ran her hands under the water rinsed out the cloth, forgetting about the handprint on her chest as she turned the tap off and half-heartedly threw the cloth onto the side.

Enver: "Because you couldn't stop the glass from falling?" He knitted his brows together, confused. "**** happens. We're vampires, that doesn't mean we're perfect." He nodded once. "I won't touch you then." He rubbed at his jaw. "Not like I have to touch you to help you." He pointed at her chest. "You missed the hand print." He pulled his hand and finger back. "See? No touching and I helped." He grinned.

Keara: As much as she didn’t want to react to him, his last statement made the corner of her mouth crinkle ever so slightly. “No. Know I do that things not always in our control are,” she gave an audible sigh and picked up the cloth once more and began scrubbing at the stain. “React so I should not when touched I am. But help it I cannot,” she added quickly as if it made any difference. “Explain why I so feel, I cannot. Used to be able to touch others I could. Normal I was. Well…perhaps not normal. Never overly fond of contact was I. Not with those I did not know well. But then social conventions certain interactions dictated. Men would the hand of the woman kiss. Dancing involved holding hands. That sort of thing. Still feel I do where you my wrists held,” she was trying to explain herself to him. “Feels sensitive my skin does.” She looked down at her cleavage, having it rubbed it clean. “And yet feel in the same way I do not the water upon me or the cloth in my hand. Why is that do you think?” She knew he wouldn’t have an answer for her and yet she asked him for his opinion all the same.

Enver: The male took a small step back as she talked, in case she wanted more space from him. Just a small step back. "Because you used the cloth and water. I touched you, unpredictably. You don't like being touched and believe it or not, I'm used to hearing that." He chuckled. "Not that I touch a lot of people, it's just normally the reaction I hear with some people." He cleared his throat as he looked around the bathroom. "I'm sorry I touched you. I just didn't want you having to clean up a bigger mess after I leave." He grabbed his hat, pulled it off and bowed at her. "I will refrain from startling you again."

Keara: It came as a surprise that there might be other’s out there that didn’t like to be touched. She was sure that part of her condition came from her time in the shadow realm and yet she was still at a loss to explain it. Enver’s explanation made a lot of sense. It explained why when offered someone’s arms she could take it. It was definitely worse for her when the contact was skin on skin and having dried herself off while he gave his explanation, she replaced it and began subconsciously rubbing at her wrists. When he bowed before her, the muscles at the corner of her mouth reacted, showing her own small sign of amusement. “Grateful I would be if you that do. Admit I do that this an issue is that work upon I must. For difficult it is to blend in when reactions faster than your mind are. In human company an issue that can be.” She moved around him and headed for her bedroom to retrieve a scrunchy to tie her hair back and paused just long enough to debate changing out of her corset. Shrugging off the idea she began pulled her hair back and fastened it out of her way.

Enver: He chuckled at some of what she said. "Nah. They'd probably think you crazy and leave you alone. Could work to your advantage." He said as she wandered off, again without so much of a word with where it was she was going. He stood in the bathroom for a few seconds, looked around, ran a hand in his hair and followed after her. "So, no touching. Anything else that trips your trigger?" He asked when he entered her bedroom. "Sorry." He took a few steps back so he could hang in the door way of the bedroom, as to not invade her personal, private space.

Keara: “Apologise you need not. This a room like any other is. As for triggers. A few perhaps. Though physical contact for me the worst is. Provokes violent response in me. Like that I do not. Like wounded animal I react and that not me is. Least hope it not is. Have you triggers of your own?” she asked, as she made her way back into the bathroom to retrieve the wash cloth and the towel she’d used to clean herself up.

Enver: Did he have triggers? Oh yeah. Didn't everyone have them? "Yeah, I guess so." He started out, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I mean, we were all human once, so it's pretty certain we all have them. No matter how old we are." He grinned as he watched her move around. "I've been told I'm a mean drunk." He cleared his throat, knowing that there was truth to that claim. "Not that I drink much anymore." Enver suddenly wanted to reassure her. "Outside of that-" He paused to rub at his jawline, "Don't like when people hide things, intentionally. Don't think it does anyone any good." He nodded, crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. "If I don't have my morning coffee, I'm a real bear too." He smirked, trying to lighten the mood of a potentially dark conversation. "Something wrong?" He felt his brows furrow together, realizing she was moving again.

Keara: “Forgot I did the items required for cleaning my mess,” came the reply from the bathroom as she re-emerged, towel and cloth in hand. “Alcohol and coffee stomach I cannot. So similar issue in that I cannot claim. Truth more important to me is now than before though. My past much secrecy and lies required. Complicated things were then. Organised but complicated.” She didn’t want to get in to her past at that moment in time. She’d yet to tell any in her clan who she had been. Of course Epsilon knew but then she hadn’t told him, the story had been passed down to him over the generation and the moment he saw her name in the city, he approached her, returning to her important documents from her former life that she had thought were lost to the ages. “Think perhaps best is if return downstairs we do. Drink more of the wine you gifted me. What think you of the flavour?”

Enver: "Oh." He chuckled softly, disregarding the idea that he was making her nervous suddenly. He thought about what she said, about her past and just nodded. Living a lie did complicate things. He knew that first hand a few times over. "Agreed." He commented quietly as his eyes narrowed, thinking on his pretty complicated life not that long ago. "Huh?" He asked when he heard the words think and flavor. He hadn't intended to split his focus, but with her shared thoughts, it was inevitable. "Of the wine?" He hoped that was what she was talking about. "It's not bad. Better than rats, bunnies or chicken blood." He winked at her, then pushed off the door with his shoulders. "Have to admit, I'm not much of a wine guy. Tend to stick to whiskey, so I can't give it the credit it might deserve." He nudged his head to the door where they entered; Cell 1. "Ready?" He moved out of the doorway then, mostly to make sure they wouldn't touch as she passed him, one hand in his pocket, the other at his side. "What do you think about it?" To him that was what really mattered, as it was her gift." There were a few types there. Snow leopard, some blood of priests I think and a few others."

Keara: “More bitter on the palette it is. Prefer I do from the vein to drink. Texture and taste different is otherwise,” she reiterated. “Bad I cannot say it is. Just different. Pleasant change to one of my path and age it is. Prefer also I do not to dine upon livestock if help it I can. This however; blood of a predator…interesting is. Perhaps kindred in their own way they are. Explain it might the bitter taste. Like drinking from own. Forbidden perhaps it ought to be. Ready I almost am,” she said disappearing into the bathroom once more, only return with Enver’s keys in her hand along with the other things she was carrying. “Forget these you should not,” she said tossing them at him, showing that while she may not have replied to him in the elevator, that she had at least registered the request.

Enver: There she was again, disappearing. It seemed a shadow trait, from the few shadows he the pleasure of knowing. He waited for her, digesting her words until she came back and tossed him his keys. He had almost forgotten, not that walking would kill him or he didn't think he couldn't get them back from her some other time. He put a finger up, as it to say something, then decided against it. She was set on not giving him his coat back and Enver knew that once his mind was made up on something, it was pretty damn hard to budge. She seemed to be of the same caliber in that regard. "Do you think that?" Enver clutched the key in the hand that wasn't in his pocket, his head angled to see her as they walked towards the elevator. "The forbidden thing. With drinking the blood of our kind." He stopped outside the elevator to push the button with the same hand, eyes still on her. "I mean, there's a difference between feeding off our kind and drinking off them." He coughed nervously. "I'd think." He added, as if that made his thoughts seem innocent suddenly.

Keara: “Difference? Are those not the same thing?” she asked needing him to elaborate on how the two actions differed. It was her understanding that imbibing even a single drop of vampiric blood would cause one to lose their hunger for anything lower down the food chain. Asking the question seemed to make him nervous for some reason and she began to suspect that perhaps he was a Necuratist. It was a habit she did not approve of in and of itself and yet she’d not have severed all contact with him if he were.

Enver: He didn't answer, not at first. He waited until the elevator arrived and the doors opened before he started to answer the question. "Not entirely. I don't think." He headed to the back of the elevator, still thinking on how he'd answer it best. "You have your N-rats, who feed off our kind to get stronger, faster and quicker. Gain some advantages that'll take us months or years to get." He cleared his throat. "Then there's drinking, for pleasure. Not really wanting much of anything, but to enhance their time with someone who they see as their wife, husband, or even companion." He tugged at the collar of his shirt, hoping she'd understand where he was going with that. "Guess it doesn't make much difference, really." He shrugged, as he put a grin back on his face.

Keara: She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. She didn’t really understand where the conversation was going or how drinking from a partner could be pleasurable. Deep inside her, she did in fact understand the compulsion to want to devour someone with whom you wanted to be intimate but then the few times she’d experienced such emotions she’d found the strength of mind to quash them. Such practises were forbidden in her guild, as it was widely believed that they lead to either Necuratism or the creation of fadebeasts. “How could drinking the blood of you partner be pleasurable when the risks are so apparent?” she asked in all innocence as the elevator came to a haul and the door opened.

Enver: He ran a hand through his hair at her question. "Uh," He started out, all too glad the door opened so he could get the hell out of the small space. "I'm not sure. I mean, I really don't have all the answers to this way of life. I've been sort of winging it the last two years." He chuckled as he headed out of the elevator. "I guess it's a choice. I mean, people sort of choose to become an n-rat, don't they?" He shrugged, not sure how the process worked. "When you're with your partner in some scenarios, you're not always thinking." He coughed nervously. "It's more a reaction, maybe. An impulse, that's innocent in the end and means no harm." He felt like he was just talking to talk now, so he tried to change the subject. "We could always open the other bottle of wine if the predator isn't your thing."

Keara: His words confused her further. She had no idea what he was alluding to. Any such thoughts about Ven had been well and truly repressed and while she still loved and pined for him, their relationship was quite different from those of this day and age. “Reaction? Impulse?” she let the word’s hang in the air as she began using the wet cloth to wipe the blood trail on the wall and the towel to dry it. “Open the other we can but content I am the other to finish…the one that started we have. New experiences important are. To me at least. Dismiss we should not what unusual is. Taught I was a book never by its cover to judge. So try a do a chance to all things and people to give/ First impressions sometimes wrong can be.” She wasn’t watching what Enver was doing as she was scrubbing the walls and removing what she could. She wasn’t doing the best of jobs however and it soon became apparent that she’d need to use something stronger than water to clean the stains from her walls.

Enver: A hand went to his face as she asked the two questions, the male wondering how he got to this mess. "Yeah, you know. When people are in a relationship and have sex." There, she kept baiting the subject, so he spelt it out as simple as he could. "But maybe impulse is a strong word. Seems like such an allurist word." He winked at her, then stopped to look at her walls. "Can I help you with that? Just point me in the direction of a wash cloth and we could minuimize the damage." He saw her working on the wall and how little water did for it. "Try bleach, maybe." He didn't know what got blood out of things, truth be told, but if bleach couldn't do it, nothing probably could.

Keara: She stopped scrubbing when he explained the full extent of what he’d meant, her cheeks flushing with colour. “I…erm…” the sentence went no-where and she tried her best to turn her gaze away from him to hide her embarrassment. Keara was an odd duck to say the least and while she’d of had no trouble standing naked before Enver, the thought of such intimate acts filled her with feelings and emotions she’d never understood. “Do this later I shall,” she moved quickly to the lounge, the wet cloth trailing along the wall as she moved, retracing her earlier path. When she entered the room, her hunger was reignited, the smell of the blood having permeated the room. She dropped to her knees next to the stain and greedily grabbed for her glass, cupping it in her hands before drinking down what was left of its contents.

Enver: He had made her trip over her words in a sense and now Enver wasn't sure what to say to her. He took the conversation too far, but his attempt at broaching the subject tactfully failed, so he was left with little choice. Then she was bolting off again and Enver was starting to get irritated with that trait. He forgot how shadows tended to do that; River, Echo, now Keara. He stalked after the woman, his jaw gritting together as he thought about what to say next. Only he didn't know what to say next as it seemed she was chugging the blood down. He cleared his throat as he stood between the large hallway and the room she was in, the scent of the blood permeating the room to a degree he'd never experienced before. The male cleared his throat and remained where he was, trying to focus on her and not the scent of blood. It wasn't that he couldn't control himself around the red liquid, he was just taken aback by the smell and her need to drink so quickly. Like she was nervous. "Good thing we have two bottles." He cracked a small joke as he took a breath in and finally entered the room. "Let me get you another glass." He swipped up the bottle on his way back to her, knelt down and poured her another glass. "So you do know the difference then? Between feeding and drinking?" He assumed she had to have, being she got so nervous suddenly and didn't make any strives to go deeper on the matter on a personal level.

Keara: She glanced up at him as he poured her more blood wine, the colour draining from cheeks momentarily. She was almost overwhelmed by the urge to interrupt the flow between the bottle and the glass with her lips and had to force herself to look into the vessel and tell herself that such behaviour was beyond unacceptable in this situation. When he asked if she knew the difference between feeding and drinking however her concentration waivered and she began shuffling nervously on the floor where she knelt. She looked from the glas, to Enver to the television and the door. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole and no matter how much she wanted to be invisible it seemed her power to merge with shadows would not work for her. Instead she looked to the floor, placed the glass on the table, her hunger replaced by a new emotion as she crawled away from the conversation (and Enver) and hid behind the arm of the sofa to her right. She snuggled up against the material, her body mimicking that of the foetal position if not rather more awkward and ran her right hand ran over the cloth in an effort to seek comfort in her surroundings. In truth, she wasn’t so much avoiding answering as she was avoiding being seen when she did. This was by far the most embarrassing question she’d been asked since her return to this world. “While now understand the distinction I do. Confess I must that no such experience have I in either situation.” Her voice was barely audible when she replied and it trembled softly as she spoke.

Enver: When she crawled away, he almost reached out to grab her, realizing that while he hadn't intended for this to be a topic they discussed tonight, or any time soon, it had gone that way and had scared his friend off. When he realized that he was about to touch her, the male pulled his hand back sharply and let her go where she wanted to go to feel more comfortable. He poured himself another glass of blood, wishing it was something a little stronger suddenly as she spoke. He thought about what she said, then nodded his head. "Well, I didn't gather you were a vampire who fed off the blood of our kind. By your words and opinions." He started out, then touched the other point, barely. "And I doubt if you don't do the drinking thing that anyone would think you strange. Not that anyone would know but you two." He hoped that made her feel better, but suddenly he wondered about something. "Do you live here by yourself?" It was his roundabout way of wondering if she was dating someone. Why he hadn't thought to ask before, Enver didn't know, but he didn't want her partner coming back to her hiding from some guy they probably didn't know.

Keara: “Asylum open to all of my blood is. And those that to my blood bonded are. You the first are, to whom I entry have granted, that neither criteria fits.” Her voice was still little more than a whisper and while stroking the sofa seemed to comfort her a little, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed of both her past and her behaviour. His words had allowed her to see that her reaction was perhaps unjustified, as he didn’t ridicule her for her lack of experience. His assumption wrongly being that she had steered clear of only the more depraved carnal acts.

Enver: He nodded his head as he kept looking around. "Care to tell a guy how he can get you away from the couch then? I'd hate for someone to get the wrong idea and all." He laughed at the thought of someone thinking he'd be a threat to anyone, let alone Keara, but he'd been in some strange situations where people misinterpreted things. "Besides, I'm not sure how you'd be able to drink your blood down there." He scooped the glass up, headed over to her and then held it out to her. "You know, I saw this place that has mini-golf. Ever done that before?" It was a random thought, but one that would get the both off them off the topic that made her uncomfortable.

Keara: “Mini what?” she replied, taking the glass offered to her but still not daring to move away from where she was. “Worry you need not for the ideas of others here. Rarely are these rooms used. Alone in here I am on most occasions.” She rubbed her cheek against the soft material and closed her eyes as she did so. Her actions feline like in behaviour. The glass she placed by her feet, so that she wouldn’t be tempted to drink it too quickly.

Enver: "It's like golf, but not as boring." He shrugged as she took the glass from him. The male looked around the place as his brows knit together. That seemed strange that she was here by herself a lot because it was a big place and had a lot of things in it. He looked down at her, watching how she was acting towards the couch, not real sure what to make of it. He processed it as the thing comforted her somehow and so he shrugged it off, then sat down on the floor a few feet away from her. "You know, the view is much nicer down here. Is this oak?" He grinned, then knocked on the floor, as if knocking on it would give him some form of answer.

Keara: “Know I do not what wood this. Ask Thomas I would have to. As supervised construction he did,” she replied, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that he was watching her. A she opened her eyes and confirmed it for herself she abruptly stopped what she was doing and grabbed for her glass, bringing it up to her chest and scooting back against the wall. With her back pressed against it, she placed on arm around her legs and clutched at her ankle on the opposite side. The blood was calling to her again and she bit her lip and stared into the glass as she swirled. As the awkwardness of the previous conversation slipped away, replaced by a question that now plagued her mind, her eyes sought his. “Enver…What is golf?”

Enver: "I could have sworn I showered before I came here tonight." He commented, his eyes hinting at a form of joke as she edged even further away from him. He scooted back a little himself, to grab his own glass of blood to finish it off. He thought about what golf was and summed it up as how he perceived it. "A game where a bunch of rich, pompous asses swing a stick around, gloating about how well everyone and everything is doing in their life. Don't much care for it myself, but mini-golf is a lot of fun." He nodded.

Keara: She gave him a confused look when he commented about having showered and the look only deepened further as he explained golf in terms that weren’t familiar to her. “Your scent not unpleasant is to me,” she said not realising he’d been joking with her. She sipped at the blood that was practically begging her to drink it, the feel of the glass against her lips still seeming foreign. “Understand golf I do not but endeavour to learn the mini version I shall, if willing to teach me you are.” Her finger had found her way into her glass once more and she was playing with the liquid as she stretched her feet out along the floor in front of her.

Enver: "So, you're afraid of me then? Why else do you keep trying to get away from me?" Enver sat back a little more as her feet stretched out towards him. "And sure. I can take you some time. Only if you promise to not stay an arm's length away from me the whole time." He winked at her as the male set the glass on the wood floor and poured himself some more blood. "It's an acquired taste." He nodded to the glass. "The blood. I'm sure the knowledge will be more familiar to you. Even if you don't have a vein at the time." He grabbed the glass he poured and took a small sip of it. "Did you get to watch Dune yet?" He looked around the room, eyes ending up on the television as he asked the question, wondering what she thought about it.

Keara: “Afraid of you I am not,” she said her old confidence returning. “And assure you I can that trying to get away from you I am not.” She raised the glass level with her chin before bringing the blood soaked finger to her lips, cleaning it off as she had before. “Acceptable your terms are. Though directions I will require to the location of the game.” She recalled watching Dune but had to think as to where she had placed the DVD. “Blood palatable is. Yes,” she commented stalling for time, as she tried to remember where she was when she’d watched it. “The DVD in my crypt is,” her tone sounded almost guilty in tine. “Return it I shall another night if acceptable that is. Film…odd was. Muted colours. Strange sounds. Think perhaps watch it again I should as distracted I was when first watched it I did.”

Enver: "It's not a big deal." Enver commented about the movie. "I can buy another copy." He added, in case it never did get returned to him for whatever reason. "We could probably meet up somewhere and get there together. Just in case I give you some bad directions or something." He watched the way she interacted with the blood again, the male leaning in as he did so. He knew it was odd for her to drink it like that, but there was something about the way she was still handling it that would remind him to perhaps rethink the blood idea if he were to send her another gift. "We'd have to go before it gets too cold. It's an outdoor thing. Or, maybe Wii has a program where you can play mini-golf inside." He looked at her again, not sure she would know what a wii is. "It's a game system. Like commies in space, but it can play any game disc you buy at the store." He trailed off, because he realized he was probably overwhelming her with so many new things. "So what's it like? Being the head of a lineage?"

Keara: “Catacombs a good place to meet is. Since see you there I do quite regularly these days. DVD returned shall be. That I promise you can. Cold bothers me not,” she added dipping her finger into the blood again before drinking from it once more. “So…outdoors or indoors….matters not to me. Seen adverts for the console I have. Like computers I do. And it sort of computer is. Only different. Hackable they are too, if articles online to be believed are.” There was a slight hint of excitement in her voice as she spoke about the wii and hacking. The last question almost went unanswered as she tried to act normal and drank from the glass again. “Unfamiliar and confusing is. If honest I am. Lineage with me ended in previous life. Now begins with me it does. Expect I did not so connected to feel to each generation that below me is…and yet feel it I do. Helped that has. To ground me. Gave me ability to learn and reason to remain.” By the end of the last sentence her eyes were on her glass once more, the vessel cupped in her palms again.

Enver: When she dipped her finger in the blood, Enver leaned even closer yet, though it wasn't intentional, he was just wondering how effective her method of drinking the blood was. When she seemed excited, he caught himself, sat back and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I've heard they are. Not really my thing. Hacking. I try it, but not that good at it." He expanded on the idea as he thought about what she said about her life then and now. "Yeah, I'm not sure how that works. The whole child, sire thing. But I feel something towards Melody and when she's been killed." He shrugged, not really feeling the same thing about Darien, mostly because the guy went crazy lately and attacked people in his family. "Want me to find you something else? A tumbler maybe?" He shrugged, leaning back a little bit more. "I wouldn't mind. If it's easier for you."

Keara: She considered his connection to his childe for a moment. She couldn’t recall him mentioning her before and so if nothing else, she had at least learnt some new information about him. “Easier for me would be if able to drink it from the source I was. Believe the vessel matters not if artificial it is. Many things have I still to learn in that respect. Normal this is not to me.” She wasn’t actually sure if she’d enjoy trying to drink from a shark as the texture of their skin was probably different too. She knew there was one in the 8th Dimension Mall but she hadn’t really given it much thought since the night she’d been introduced to it by Alexandrea. “Question I have for you. If answer it you can…” she paused for it a moment and looked up at him, perhaps indicating that she was about to ask something serious. Then she asked, “What does Pepsi taste like?” She’d been wanting to ask him about his beverage of choice from their night at the cinema and yet the timing never seemed right.

Enver: He nodded his head, figuring that would be the thing she would say, give or take. When she turned the cards on him to ask him something, Enver nodded his head. "Sure. Shoot." When she asked the question, the male chuckled. "Like flat, bubble water. Coca-Cola is better, but my marketing manager says Pepsi's what sells." He grinned cheekily as he stated his strong opinion about the drink. "It's sweet, because of the syrup, but seems to get bland quick. At least to me." He shrugged his shoulders. "If you could ever figure out a way to stomach it, I'll let you try a cup on the house." He added with a wink as he finished the rest of the wine in his glass.

Narrator: The conversation between the two was flowing more easily now and the pair seemed to be growing ever more comfortable in each other’s company; the way they sat and the ease with which their words were flowing denoted as much. Even if they were both had places they could be and things that required their attention, nothing was so urgent that it couldn’t be put on hold for a few more hours. They talked deep into the night, finishing off the bottled shark’s blood shortly before the sun rose, whereupon they returned to the catacombs to rest upon the gate Keara had cast earlier on in the evening.