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

This RP is set on Monday 18th November 2013 in the Northern Catacombs.

Keara: "Enver?" she began when he returned. "Mean to offend you I did not, through clarification to ask. And well...questions regarding the song, have I still."

Enver: "Offended?" He pulled out a cigar from his new stash he had put in his case and looked over at her. "I'm not offended." He cleared his throat, cut the tip of the cigar off, pocketed it and then lit the thing. "More questions?" He wanted to groan. Didn't he answer the question of all questions just a little while ago? What more was there to know?

Keara: She nodded. "Understand I do not if you me only like for how look I do. And well looked this way I have for centuries now, if discount time in accursed realm I do. And never have you upon my looks commented before. Not in any real fashion. Vague you always are in such things. Know I do that common place my looks are. Undesirable was I when I human was too. Heard that said I did. Yet song implies otherwise. Maybe. To you at least." She was rambling a little and staring at her feet as she spoke by the time she finished.

Enver: A hand went to his face as she tore apart the song, breaking it down in a logical sort of mind set. He groaned when she was done, then sighed. "Forget it. The song was stupid." She had missed the song and its content completely, so he didn't see much point in explaining it now. Not when he'd have to break it down so much that the song would be forever ruined in his mind. "I'll pick a better one next time." He grumbled, taking a long inhale in of the cigar.

Keara: She went quiet and curled herself up in the foetal position in the corner of the chamber they were in. She didn't say a word, nor look at him as she began to consider the fact that he didn't find her attractive and just didn't know how to say it directly without hurting her feelings. It didn't occur to her that there could be any other reason behind his reply and she wasn't sure if asking him anything further would yield any answers, so instead she chose to remain silent.

Enver: "Great." He muttered when he saw her curl up in a ball and go silent on him. The male started pacing, a waft of sweet air circling him as he went back and forth, while puffing on that cigar of his. "Look, the songs not just about how you look in this second or just tonight. It's about how the woman the guy is in to helps him persevere through some ****. More or less. Makes him a better man and that's why he lo-likes her as much as he does." He looked over at her. "It's not just really about how she looks that night, but how she looks while she does what she does that drives him up the wall for her. It's more than the fact she's pretty or beautiful." He stopped, mostly because he felt like he was getting riled up, for what, he didn't know

Keara: She listened to him speak but said nothing at first as she tried to process what it was he was saying. One word in particular seems to trip him up but she isn’t sure what it was or why. She more has trouble with the phrase ‘driving someone up the wall’ as she’s sure she’s had that defined for her before, most likely by Enver and so she racks her brain for the definition. Finally she realises it means crazy. Knowing that didn’t help much though at that point as then she had to work out if she drove him crazy or if he what she did made him crazy for her. In the end she decided she was too confused by his words and that she might as well just give up. Finally, she looked up at him and asked “Good that explanation is but answered my question it did not. Do you the way I look like?”

Enver: He stared at her long and hard. That's what this is all about? She wanted to know if he thought she was pretty? Beautiful even? He chuckled, sighed and shook his head as he exhaled some smoke from his lungs. "Yeah, I like the way you look." He shrugged, having never given it any thought until now. Wasn't it sort of obvious? If he didn't, then why would they be where they are now? Sure, there were other things that people looked for in others, but there had to be some physical attraction in his mind.

Keara: His reply seemed a little lacking in detail to her. Like was a words she understood, but then she liked the way BI looked and that didn’t mean she was attracted to her. “Like understand I do. Like I do the way that dress you do…sometimes. But like not the word is for when I to your feature look. Something stronger then is required. Like I do many thing but feel for them I do not what feel for you I do.” She wasn’t very good at this and attractive wasn’t a word that resided in her general vocabulary. She knew she knew a word to describe him but up until then it had escaped her. “Handsome,” she blurted out as an afterthought. “Handsome I find you.”

Enver: This was one of those games women played, wasn't it? They had to know something for whatever reason and wouldn't let up until they got the answer they were looking for. He was about to sigh when she said he was handsome, the male grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah?" He cleared his throat then, mostly because if she had said it, she meant it. At least in his mind. "I think for all the years you've not gotten any compliments from any males is hard to believe. " He started off, a hand going through his hair. "To me, you're the most captivating woman in the city." He slowly started out, as he thought best how to sum up what he thought about her appearance. "I think you're stunning and most the world are idiots not to see that.." He muttered quietly.

Keara: She wasn’t too sure what stunning meant but it sounded good. She smiled up at him, a brighter smile than she usually gave and not at all the quirky sort he usually got. Her cheeks flushed a little too, as no-one had this side of time had said anything so nice to her. Even if she tried to recall what little Ven had said in that past, she was sure it wouldn’t have measured up, as they rarely spoke of their attraction to one another since it was kind of forbidden. “Lie to you I would not,” she said in her usual manner. “No-one to me talks, the way that you do.” She probably should have left the conversation there and not push her luck but that really wasn’t her way. She still had an unanswered question and since she was sure that he’d have the answer, she wasn’t going to just let it drop. “Enver…” her voice was tentative, her mood changing once more. “The song said that the male the woman loved and said that word you never have. Misinterpreted that have I?

Enver: The male tugged at his collar, cleared his throat and snuffed out his cigar on the catacomb's walls next to him." No, he said that. You didn't misinterpret the song." His eyes swung back to her once he was sure the cigar was extinguished, then shrugged. "It's a song about why he loves her and what he loves about her. Like I said before."

Keara: "But..." she was confused. He'd said that he meant the song for her. So she'd assumed it expressed his feelings and not just the feelings of the guy in the song. Wasn’t that their way? To find songs that expressed how they felt for one another. And no he was being decidedly evasive. "Thought I did that song for me you had chosen. For your feelings to express…” her words were barely audible as she hugged her legs once more. “Misunderstood then I guess I did.” It wasn’t like she was really hurt as she wasn’t really sure what love was and if she felt that herself, she had no idea what half the emotions were that she’d been experiencing recently and maybe he was the same way. After all the last song she sang him wasn’t entirely true as her heart didn’t beat, not in a physical sense.

Enver: The male groaned. Why did she ask so many questions? Couldn't she just appreciate the god damn song? He pocketed the cigar as he watched her body become defensive? "Yeah. Okay?" He growled out, finding his way to his knees in front of her. "I never said it before, alright?" He wanted to yank her off the floor, but at the same time he wanted to pull her in to his arms. "That's how I feel, alright?"

Keara: She wasn’t sure what that meant, surely he’d said it to someone before, after all he’d been married and bound. She’d said it to Ven but now she wasn’t so sure she’d used it right. It was hard to tell when she didn’t have the ability to understand what it was she was feeling herself. “Said it still you have not,” she replied in a very straight tone that he could take either to mean she was or wasn’t expecting him to say it now. Regardless of her meaning, she continued to talk and didn’t allow him the time to reply. “Enver…” she was picking at her nails now, something he may have already noticed she did when she was nervous or embarrassed. “Like to know I would what feels like love does. Can you it to me explain?”

Enver: He chuckled nervously. "This is sort of starting to feel like an interrogation." He cleared his throat, then shook his head. "I think it means something different to different people. How I feel about you, might not be how you feel about me. Which is understandable." He looked around the mausoleum, noting any familiar faces. "It's more of an action sort of thing, then being told."

Keara: “Perhaps but…” she was staring at her hands as she moved from nail to nail. “How do I know if love you I do…I mean…if so many feelings I have, that new are…how can I a label upon them place?”

Enver: He reached out and grabbed a hand, mostly to keep her from ripping flesh off them before it got too late. "Huh." Was all he said at first, not believing what he had heard. So he replayed it in his mind, still got the same thing he had heard and grinned a little more. "Well, let's see. You'd do anything for them pretty much. Which you've done. Twice since I was in that place." He started out. "You want to be around them, maybe even see them when you wake up and when you go to bed. You're excited to see them. And the thought of not being around them for whatever reason, ruins your whole ******* night." He said after clearing his throat.

Keara: She let him hold her hand, it helped her to shift her focus back onto him, even though she still felt stupid for having to ask him something like this. “That all true is,” she said when he stopped trying to explain random actions that showed you loved someone. “But explains it does not what in here,” she gestured first to her chest and then to her stomach, “and there I do feel. Thought I did yesterday that sick I might be but that not possible is. Ached my stomach did. That last time that you my lips kissed. And understand I still do not why you that did. Well…maybe understand I do a little but that not our agreement was.”

Enver: "I did it because I missed you." He reminded her coolly. "Because when I saw you, it's what I felt like I should do. Even now, or any time we meet, I want to do that." He cleared his throat and looked away. "And you feel those things because it's what people feel. A mix of emotions for whatever reason. Fear they might not love you back. Excitement to see them, to be around them. Happiness for the same reason and sometimes more. And the other range of things. Anger for whatever reason, be it valid or stupid, sadness, like when I was dead." He looked back around, then at her, not real sure what else to say. He couldn't tell her how she felt and he didn't think it his place to tell her how she felt either. Even if he felt something stronger than she did at moments.

Keara: “Both helpful and confusing that answer to me is,” she said looking into his eyes. “Mean you do that feeling that had I did anything could be. Hope I do that figure it out I shall….eventually” She looked away to the hand that was holding hers and contemplated what she should do next. A part of her wanted to recreate the night before so that she could analyse it step by step. She wanted to crawl to her knees, caress his face in the same tender manner he’d caressed hers and then press her lips to his…But she didn’t. Doing so could open a door in their relationship that she then might not be able to close, and so she sat there and sighed, as her thumb played over his fingers.

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

Enver: It seemed they were always doing that. Confusing the other and it'd be their thing. But, he was alright with that because it seemed everything got sorted in the end. He felt her thumb on his hand, and the male couldn't really help himself. He pulled his hand away, so he could lock their hands together and give her a tug towards him. "You'll sort it out in your own way." He said after clearing his throat. "I'm not trying to confuse you. Not on purpose at least. " He chuckled, as he tried to get her out of the corner, not liking the fact that the position seemed a little defensive at the moment.

Keara: He was trying to get her to her feet, or so she assumed and so where he went she followed. Allowing herself to be led by him. “Know that I do. Unreasonable perhaps it is for you my feelings to me to explain,” She bit her lower lip as she thought about what happened the night before. As she played the memory over she could almost feel that sensation in her stomach again but she was till none the wiser as to what it meant.

Enver: He stood, listening to her talk and tried to bring her up off the ground with him too. As he did this, the male let his gaze drift before he decided that he had had enough of her talking. About this, not just in general. To him, talking was great, but actions spoke louder than words. He was pretty damn sure he knew how she felt, even if she couldn't say it for whatever reason. Maybe she thought it as a betrayal to Ven. Or maybe, she just really didn't know. He was going to help her sort it in her head. When she was off the ground, the male brought her hand to his lips, as if he was going to kiss it, only using that method as a distraction to keep her off guard. Just as he was about to kiss it, he tugged her close, so close they smacked in to the other, as his other hand moved under her chin, lifted it and let their lips meet. This kiss wasn't like the night before. This one wasn't so urgent and so impassive, not that he would have labelled that anyways, because he had missed her and was so damn happy to see her. This one was gentle, yet eager and even seemed to be searching her lips for the truth from her.

Keara: She had perfect balance usually and wasn’t the sort to misstep or anything like that. She wasn’t clumsy by nature but as she allowed herself to be led by him, she quickly found herself off balance in more ways than one. She thought he was going to do one thing and then he did something else entirely and while she could anticipate her opponents in battle, in love it seemed she was totally lost. As she felt herself pressed to him once more, she froze, unable to react in any way. She couldn’t move or perhaps she didn’t want too but whatever the reason she didn’t fight or try to pull away and she certainly didn’t kiss him back. She just allowed it to happen, or rather it happened to her regardless of whatever it was she wanted.

Enver: She wasn't kissing him back. She wasn't doing anything back. She just stood there, like a statue as he tried to get the truth out of her, but all he was getting back was nothing. And it was frustrating. Hell, it even hurt his ego, not that he'd admit to it. Enver stopped kissing her, confused at it all. He was so damn sure she felt something, she had seemed to imply it a few minutes ago, but he was getting nothing from her. "Forget it." He growled as his brows knitted together, his hands releasing her completely. "You'll sort your feelings out whenever." He muttered, took a step back, clenched his jaw together at the same time a fist also clenched at his side. "So, any more questions about the song?"

Keara: “I…” she began, once again unable to speak around him. A very disturbing pattern was beginning to form and she wasn’t sure what to do. Why hadn’t she slapped him? What was going on? Why did she feel sick again and why was he mad at her. He’d kissed her. She should be mad at him. None of it made any sense. She stepped back until she hit the wall and kind of just slid down it till she was seated on the floor again. What the hell is going on? She was screaming at herself inside her mind. “Wha…” she whispered as she stared blankly before her.

Enver: "You what?" He asked, his brows knitting further and further together. His mood was starting to decline and he was even starting to feel aggressive? Especially when she sat on the ground again and did nothing! "What the hell is wrong with you?" He moved in front of her again, not really meaning much by his words, other than he was frustrated with her lack of reaction. "I come back home and you're happy to see me, but the second some bloke is putting his *** on the line, you can't be bothered to say or do anything back?"

Keara: In the state that she was in she was torn between her thoughts and the words she thought he wanted to hear and somewhere between the two desires, she ended up spilling her thoughts to him by accidentally reaching out to his mind with her own. ‘What? Why? Slap him I did not. That something is…right? Maybe? Know I do not. Stomach queasy does feel. What is that? Figure that out I must.’ Very slowly she raised her right hand to her face, her fingertips brushing her lips. ‘Strange that custom is. Feels that way it does not when his lips my hand doth touch. Wonder do how respond better I can? Angry he gets with me. Know why I do not. My doing it was not…Figure this out I must if wish to keep him I do…I do…Know I do. Oh Nox. What have you to me done.’

Enver: She was in his head again and part of him wasn't sure he wanted her in there. Could she know what he was thinking or feeling? If she could, he felt like a right jackass right now. "It's not strange, it's what people do when they're in love." He started pacing, his eyes burning in to the catacomb walls as he walked back and forth in front of her. "And you could kiss me back, that's what you could do." He fumed as he refused to look at her. "Unless you don't see me as I see you. Then don't do that. I suck at friends with benefits, or open relationships. Not worth my damn time."

Keara: As he started to answer the questions she didn’t know she’d verbalised, she looked up at him and pulled her knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them once more. She was partly horrified, partly relieved, how he made her feel so damn ambivalent all the time she didn’t know but when he was near she could run through a plethora of emotions in a seriously short space of time. “How…” she whispered, “How did you know what thought I did?” As she asked the question, the answer came to her and she hid her face in her hands before dropping them so that they only covered her mouth. “Mean for you that to hear I did not. Just…Less control of myself I have when near you are.”

Enver: "What do you mean how did I know? You said it right in my damn mind!" He looked up at her finally, still pacing, before he saw that she was practically hiding her face in her hands for a few seconds. A sign of being embarrassed perhaps. "Oh." He said after clearing his throat. "Your mind powers must be broken." His frown had vanished and was replaced with a look that didn't say much of anything anymore. "Doesn't matter. I think we've got it figured out. How you feel." The male tugged out his cigarette pack, pulled one out and lit it.

Keara: “Have we?” she asked curious as to what any of this helped to clarify how she felt. If he knew then great, but the least he could do was fill her in as she was quite literally clueless in all of this. “Know I still do not how feel I do. What answer have you that I do not?” Her hands were on her knees as she watched him. His anger seemed to be cooling but he was so difficult to read at times.

Enver: He groaned as a hand found his face and smeared down the length of it. She had pushed his buttons for the last time tonight. "I'm not playing this stupid game. What do you want? A sonnet? You want me to say the words? You want me to find you another song? You want me to go out and buy you a nice little ring so you can just admit how you feel?" He bent at his waist, wrapped a hand around both her arms and yanked her up off the ground. "You know damn well how you feel about me, even if you don't want to say it, or want me to know it. You came to that place when I was dead. A couple of times. You were in my head all the damn time." He let go of her once she was standing. "Fine, alright. You're incredible, amazing even. You're beautiful in more ways then you probably know and I love you. There. I said it. That's what you wanted, yeah?"

Keara: Now she was getting angry, He was manhandling even though he knew she didn’t like it and then he was saying stuff that should have been pleasant to hear in and tone that she really didn’t appreciate. She wanted to do something but she had no idea what it was. She was conflicted beyond belief and then out of no-where, when he was done declaring his feelings for her, she leant back against the wall, and used that to stabilise herself as she brought one foot up and tried to kick him (her foot aiming for his stomach) across the room. “Ask I did not how feel you do,” she growled, her head was down and she was now clenching her fists as she tried regain her composure. “Asked I did how I feel.”

Enver: He hadn't expected a reaction like that. Not in his wildest dreams. The foot connected and he went backwards a few good feet before landing on his ***. He didn't move, he just sat there, dumbfounded as she talked away. "How the hell am I to know how you feel?" He sneered, pushing his way off the ground. "Forget it. I don't give a damn how you feel." He said, searching for the cigarette that had been lost somewhere in the catacombs when he was kicked by her. "So keep your feelings and your thoughts to yourself. And your songs." He scooped up the cigarette that was half way done by now due to the time that passed and started working on it again. "I'm going to work. I've been gone too many days to be pissing my time away." He looked past her, at the wall, before he nodded his head. "This jackass has had enough for one night." He would have tipped his hat, had he had one, but since he didn't, he just gave her a quick half-hearted wave and headed off.

Keara: He made her so insanely mad that the moment he walked away she turned and began punching the walls as hard as she could. Her hands began to bleed but she paid no attention as shadow blood didn’t leave a mark or a stain or anything of the sort. When she was close to exhaustion, she flexed her hands that were now sore beyond belief and tried to retrieve her tome from her boot. Once in her hands, she read it aloud and returned home. She’d turned to him for answers and all she’d got was more questions. So now…she wasn’t sure she’d be asking him anything again after that.

Enver: He'd gone back to the theatre, muttering the whole way there about women and their games. He had to leave, because if he hadn't, he might have said something a lot worse (if that was possible) or had given her a good shaking. Or maybe something worse, he wasn't sure. When he got to his office, the male took off his suit coat, tossed it on the back of his chair and just thought about where it all went wrong. He did some paper work (rather half assed) before he sighed, opened his email account and shot her an email. It said: Keara- Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean half the **** I said, but I can't sort your feelings out for you. If I told you how you felt and it was wrong and you thought that, it could lead for some bad things in the future. I don't have the answers. Only you do. Enver

Keara: She wanted to just delete his email when she read it. Instead she left replying for a few hours as she wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. She meant everything she said and she couldn’t believe he didn’t either. Eventually she calmed herself down and formed a response. –Enver. Know I do not what expect of me you do. Asked I did only for your help in my feelings to know. Rest assured. Do that again I shall not. Keara.