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

This RP takes place on Sunday 1st December in Aithne Asylum.

Enver: After their back and forth, he shut down his laptop, put it on the floor, because he really didn't give a damn about the thing with the way their conversation was going. Once it was on the ground, Enver sat up in the bed, faced her and crossed his legs, wondering how he'd instigate this, because he hadn't really thought their conversation would have turned out like this. "You ready?" This would be her only chance to back out in his mind, because once they got going, well, it'd probably be hard to stop. At least in his mind.

Keara: Keara was sometimes too naive for her own good and could not fathom how wrongly her words could have been taken but it seemed she might soon learn that fact for herself. She didn’t think anything of it as he shut down the laptop and placed it on the floor, he’d said on the forum he was going to do as much. When asked if she was ready, she nodded, sat up and placed her hands on the duvet that covered her lap. “Teach me you may when ready you are.”

Enver: He nodded his head. "Right. First thing is first. Try and express your feelings without slapping me. If you can." Enver cleared his throat, looked around the room, then back at her before he took his white tank top off. He hoped and thought starting off with him and her following his lead, more or less might make things go smoother. Guess they'd see. "Now I want you to look at me, like you do when you paint. Don't say anything, just focus on finding something that looks pleasing to you, I guess." He'd never really done this before, at least not in this way, but he sort of started something and was going to try and tackle it head on. "You don't have to tell me either. It's not about me, it's about you."

Keara: Keara wasn’t really sure what he was going on about when he asked her not to slap him, it wasn’t like she planned on doing it or anything. When he removed his top, she took in his form and nodded. He had a nice enough body but nothing really stood out to her, asides from the tattoo that was but then that was unique to him, as were his scars. Each one was sure to have a story and as of yet he hadn’t explained exactly what that was. The tattoo too was a mystery in its meaning, even if the artwork was nicely done. It did give her pause for thought though, as she’d never drawn on flesh before and she could perhaps use such a challenge to test her artistic skills. As she concentrated on the tat she bit her lip as she wondered how exactly one went about something like this and made a mental note to look it up online later. Having focused on it for a while she looked once more to the scars and then her focus was drawn by his arms. It was true to say she liked those, even if the hands at the end of them did get the male in trouble on an alarmingly frequent basis. This thought led her to his wrists, as she liked those too, or at least she had a few nights previous. “Appreciate your form perhaps I can,” she said after several minutes of quiet scrutiny. “While your form you does make, you it is not. If that sense makes.”

Enver: He noticed her looking at his tattoo and he wasn't surprised. Most people didn't see him as the type to get one and it wasn't like he had thought of ever getting one, until about half a year ago or so. Maybe it'd been even longer than that. Time went by fast for the guy, even if he had lots of it on his hands. Her eyes wandered to a few of his scars and other parts of his upper body and he chuckled when he heard what she said and how she said it. "It's a tattoo. That's what they're called." His eyes moved down to his tattoo that he could barely see from this angle and shrugged. "You can touch it. You should touch it." He said with more emphasis. "It's a Crow's feather." Enver started explaining what its symbolism meant. "And those-" He pointed to the two red Chinese symbols. "This one stands for think, and that one for Freedom." He cleared his throat, knowing it might be a touchy subject being the Crow's feather was being ripped apart by the two words. "My sister Sin did it for me. Thought it made sense she do it, being she's family." He nodded after shrugging his shoulders.

Keara: Being a lover at art, she had no trouble analysing this particular image. She already knew he didn’t really believe in keeping their kind a secret, so for him it probably made sense. A small part of her wanted to be able to pluck out her memories and share with him exactly what happened in her final weeks at the hands of the frail creatures, creatures that on mass were not all that frail and were in fact quite deadly. She’d explained a little of her thoughts on the matter at least once and had decided to drop the subject as their passions in this were polar opposites and no good would likely come from starting up that particular conversation again. Keara adjusted her position, coming up onto her knees and leant in closer so that she could run her fingertips over the tattoo. She could feel were the ink was and wondered if with her eyes closed she’d feel the texture, though of course she didn’t give way to that particular whim. “Okay. Know I do how feels it does. Should that my appreciation of it enhance?” she asked wondering if he made everyone touch it as he had done her.

Enver: Enver laughed. "Of the art? No." He shook his head and brought a hand to the top of her hand, eyes on her face. He had also noticed how she looked at his scars and so, he was going to more or less walk her hand to each one. "This right here." He brushed her fingertips along the left side of his abdomen, since the tattoo was on the opposite side of where her fingers once were. "Was a left over from when they tried to kill me. When I was with you in the sewers." His hand dropped away from hers to let it explore it if she wanted to, for as long as she wanted to, as his hand went to three bullet wounds. "That was from a friend. Legion. Ty tried to kill me for inspiring an offender and that was from him. It's how we sort of became friends." Enver chuckled at how odd that sounded. "He's bound to Phoenix." He doubted she knew who Legion was, so using Phoenix to describe him seemed to make sense to Enver. Who didn't know who she was for some reason or another? "Anyways, you're not supposed to be appreciating the tattoo or the scars, not really. It's more like appreciating that they're a part of me." He looked back up at her face. "It's who I am and it's okay to either like or not like those things. Not that I can change much of what's happened." He chuckled after pointing that fact out. "And it's alright to want to touch the things you like about your boyfriend or girlfriend. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Keara: Her hand trailed over the wound on his abdomen but she didn’t seem to be enjoying doing so for whatever reason. Keara didn’t mind his scars, what she minded was the fact that he had so many and that each one was an attempt or a success from someone trying to take his life. She then let her fingertips explore the cluster of 3 wounds where he said Legion shot him. “No such things do I possess,” she said wondering why it was that he retained his marls. “Natural marking have I only,” she added, not elaborating on what she meant by that since in her mind it was kind of obvious. “And this one?” she said as her index finger ran over the scar on his left arm. “This from when you died last is…yes?”

Enver: He nodded his head and looked down at the scar she was trailing over. "Yeah, that one's from Every and the one up here, as you know was from Nix. When she helped me with some research, more or less." Enver trailed a hand over the scar that was barely visible in his hair, only on a couple centimetres of flesh that met the head of his hair. "I hear most people's wounds heal, most mine do, if they're faint enough." Enver shrugged not knowing why they didn't all heal. Maybe it was some sort of weird irony or a joke from the guy, girl or whoever it was that was "upstairs." His eyes moved from off his arm, to Keara again. "You know, there's a lot of places on your body I find appealing. If you want me to show you, feel free to take off your shirt." And there was that cheeky grin again, but he thought it a fair enough suggestion.

Keara: Keara shook her head. “My shirt need not be removed for you me to teach. Learn nothing I shall from my own form bare to make. As said you did. Your form the subject of this lesson is,” she reminded him. “Have you more scars? Or is that all to see that have you do?”

Enver: He chuckled at her rejection and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't need her to take her clothes off to show her. If he wanted to, he'd just put his hands where he wanted to (even at the cost of a potential slap), with her clothes on. He stopped chuckling at her other questions and looked at her. The final question could have been taken in so many ways, but he was trying to behave as best as he could. "Nah, I've got another." Enver looked down at his legs, trying to find it, because he knew it was there, when he realized it was on the outside of his thigh and not the inside. "I've got to stand though." He warned her before he actually stood and then came to a standstill. He could probably show her what he had to show her with a quick yank of his boxers upwards, or he could...Yep, that's what he'd do. Enver nodded his head, turned to his side, so the right side of his body was facing her and dropped his drawers. Wasn't like she didn't see what he was working with yesterday. "That one was from a Paladin's blade a few weeks back. Before I died." He pointed to it, then just stood there. It was awkward to be in this scenario as it progressed further, only because there was very little reaction from his counterpart.

Keara: She quickly did the math of it all. He had 5 scars and the 3 of those he’d acquired just in the time she’d known him. If things kept up at this rate, he’d be covered in scars and then it wouldn’t matter if she appreciated his form or not in its current state. This particular scar she couldn’t touch as he was out of range and so she just sat there and focused on something she could say instead. “Like I do your arms…hands…wrists,” she volunteered the rather short list of things she liked about his form but didn’t explain why. Truth was she might not have been able to explain her reasoning’s and/or her thought process had more to do with other reasons outside of the aesthetic.

Enver: As she talked, Enver pulled his boxers back up and looked down at his hands. "Yeah?" He grinned wider as he hopped back on the bed and sat across from her again. "Never been complimented on my wrists before." He shrugged as he looked those over again. They seemed average to him, but if she liked them, that was all that mattered in his mind. He wasn't bothered that she didn't like all of his body, or that so few parts stuck out to her, Enver was a lot of things but vain wasn't one of them. He held out his wrists and hands for her. "Take them." He had meant to offer them, but it had instead come out as a direction. "Show me what you like about them. Without using words, make me believe you like them." And he sat there and waited.

Keara: He thrust his hands at her and as instructed she took a hold of them at the wrist but for the life of her she had no idea how to show she liked them, she just did. She was beginning to regret saying anything now but even as she sat there undecided, her eyes wandered to the veins on his right wrist. Looking up at him, still holding his wrists, she asked, “Know I do not how to do what asked of me you have. Though wish I do to comply.”

Enver: He nodded his head, knowing it'd be difficult for her. Sure, she'd been married before, but for whatever reason, Ven didn't appreciate her (or so Enver had led himself to believe) in all the ways he could. In all the ways a husband should. "It's about instinct really." Enver started as he pulled one of his arms away from her hold slowly. "For example, I've always found a woman's um, *** to be a real turn on." His grin doubled as his hand moved to one of her cheeks and gave it a quick, good, firm squeeze. "And now you know, I appreciate yours." He chuckled and took his hand back before she smacked it away.

Keara: She knew she should slap him as a part of her was calling for it so loudly she could barely concentrate on anything else but even as he’d started to explain to her how he appreciated her form, her eyes were back on the wrist she still had in her hands, as she wasn’t about to let his right hand go. His touch went seemingly unnoticed as she trailed her fingers over the vein on his wrist and brought his arm up so she could inspect it better. She barely heard a word he said being so engrossed in what she was doing but the word instinct stood out loud and clear. What were her instincts trying to tell her? She could kiss it, she supposed but then he didn’t like it when she kissed the back of his hand. A very small, faint voice was whispering something to her that she could barely even believe she was thinking as the very thought of it should have made her stomach turn and yet the thought brought with it the very same fluttering in her stomach that she had every time their lips met. If he wanted her to act on instinct, this surely was a sign of something good…right? If she was going to do what she was thinking, she had to act quick or she knew her rational self would talk her out of it and so she closed her eyes and bit down on his wrist, holding it with both hands; one holding his palm, the other his midway up his radial bone. She didn’t dare drink his blood, she wasn’t so far gone that she’d resort to that, but she held his arm in place for a few long moments before she withdrew her fangs and looked at the bloodied markings she’d left.

Enver: He wondered what was so fascinating about his veins, the reason she was playing with the larger of them in his wrist. Did it stand out too far and that's why she liked it? Because it sort of commanded attention in its own way. Enver didn't think it looked funny, so he wasn't sure why she was so focused on it. He was about to say something about what else he liked about her, when she raised it more, making him remain silent as he merely watched. Then she did something he hadn't thought she'd ever do, which had Enver's posture grow rigid for a very brief second. His chest rumbled as Enver reacted accordingly to what it was Keara had unintentionally stirred within him from that one movement. Having hunted animals, she could have compared it to a low growl, only the difference was it wasn't one of threat or warning to her, at least not in the defensive way. It was however, a warning of something else should she continue.

Keara: The had on his arm, slid towards the wrist and she wiped at one of the bloodied holes, smearing his blood across his arm, only then realising that some his essence must be upon her fangs also. Instinct again caused her to lick them clean before it registered what she was doing. His growl was likely a warning at her to stop what she’d done and yet he didn’t try to retrieve his appendage from her, which left her a little confused. Internally she was screaming at herself for having ingested the tiny amount of his blood that she had, as that act was clearly forbidden in the old code, but then that is what is was…old, outdated. She wasn’t even sure if she was coveting it, as she hadn’t meant to taste it…had she? It was so different to anything she’d ever tasted before and she closed her eyes and thought about it for a moment. Power ran in it perhaps. Though perhaps she was imagining that, perhaps she merely liked the taste as it was his. Needing to know more, she brought his wrist back to her lips and licked the puncture marks. “Taste….” She began, but then her words deserted her, as she had none to describe the taste of him.

Enver: She hadn't bit him again, but she hadn't given up his wrist either. Did he want her to? No. He decided he didn't want her to, because maybe she would bite him again. He was a sucker for her fangs, whenever they peeked out beneath a smile of hers, but the fact she was actually tasting his blood, something he was pretty sure she abhorred had Enver's mind in a whirlwind. She must really think highly of his wrists! But that was stupid, wasn't it? The idea of her drinking blood from his wrists meant she was in to his wrists? Blood was everywhere in his body, so she had in a roundabout way, shown Enver what she thought of him and wanted to do to him (in his mind). He didn't say anything about how he might taste, because he didn't know, in fact he didn't comment at all. Enver's free hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her, as if pulling her to him. He needed to kiss her. Or maybe he wanted to. Didn't matter, the urge was just there, from what she'd done to him. So, he moved to claim her lips, regardless of them being a little bloody from his blood.

Keara: A strange sensation ran through her and as he pulled her in, she didn’t dare fight him giving way to what could only be described as a hunger for him as their lips met. She may not have had the words to describe how much she desired him but it seemed on some level her physical being knew how to show it. She wrapped her arms around him, her body calmer than the last time she attempted the simple action. One hand pushed into the centre of his spine and the other ran through his hair. The scent of him was maddening and for all intents and purposes she had become a slave to her emotions. How on earth he brought this out in her was anyone’s guess, and while they quite reasonably could have assumed he had pacified her, they both knew he’d not attempted anything of the sort.

Enver: His arms crushed her to him as she responded back in the way he felt around her in moments like these, or most moments he was with her, being his cheeky, flirty self. He growled against her lips as his hands roamed her back, and then pushed against her, using his weight to get her back on their bed. His lips were momentarily separated due to getting her there too quickly or too slowly once she had found the bed and it caused him to pause. How'd they get here? Weren't they supposed to be doing something? Enver stared down at her and mustered up every ounce of willpower in him to not continue. The male punched at a pillow in frustration, because he wanted to, but the lack of contact had weaned his lust filled desires for the moment

Keara: When he pulled away from her she should have felt something, she wanted to keep him against her, she wanted him to be kissing her and yet…nothing. There was no reaction from her at all. She lay there dumbstruck as to what had happened. Was it a dream? Had she done that? Had he used his powers on her? The answer was ‘yes’ to only one of those and the blame rested squarely on her shoulders. She covered her face with her hands and sighed softly before dropping her hands to her sides. Keara looked up at Enver, her eyes probably asking the exact same questions of him as she’d asked herself and yet still, no words came from her lips.

Enver: With her lack of words and actions, it was obvious their moment was lost. Enver could have kicked himself as he sighed, cleared his throat and leaned back. He didn't know what to say or do either. At least, not in what she was probably looking for. He definitely knew what he wanted to do and his eyes betrayed his thoughts as they lingered up the length of her body. "Yeah. That's pretty much all I've got tonight with that lesson." Enver muttered, frustrated at her. No, frustrated at himself. He moved to the edge of the bed, mostly because he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself again if they touched again, a thumb going to the bites she made on his right wrist as he sat there, sorting out what had happened in his mind.

Keara: It took a while to register what he was saying. This whole thing started because she wanted him to teach her something and he had tried, it was her that had led them down this path and she knew that, so when he moved away, his frustration at the whole thing clear in everything he did, she wasn’t sure how to get him back. Not that she thought he was going to leave or anything but they had a habit of doing silly stuff like this and emotions between them ran hot and cold as if some insolent child were playing with the taps. Slowly she stretched herself out on the covers, using her hands against the headboard to push herself further down the bed, so that her foot could reach him where upon she gently kicked in the small of his back. “Lying you are again,” she teased, knowing that wasn’t all he had to show and knowing that she was the reason he was now upset with her. She wanted to distract him and make him feel better about it all, she wasn’t angry, even if the boundaries she’d drawn a few weeks back were as good as having been drawn in sand, rubbed out and moved a mile down the beach. She liked that though actually, as it reminded her of the mess that still awaited Enver in his apartment and in that moment she laughed.

Enver: He felt something on his back and turned a little to see what it was, glad for the distraction. Her foot caught his attention and then her words before he snorted at them. No, that wasn't all he had to teach her, not by a long shot. She laughed, at what, he wasn't sure of, so he looked around the room, half expecting to see something funny. Only he didn't. "Lying's such a black and white term. There's grey." He reminded her as he stood, the urge to shower now stronger than it had been about an hour or so ago. "Sometimes, telling a small lie is for a good reason." He nodded and nudged his head to the shower. "Since you're in no hurry." He gave her a teasing grin, then jetted off to the bathroom.

Keara: She frowned momentarily when he left the room, then kicked herself up and off the bed and ran after him, standing in the doorway in much the same manner as she’d done the night before. “Like grey I do not. Black and white me better suits,” she commented. “What good reason have you for to me to lie this time? Angry am I not for what between us happened did. Blame at my feet lies. In fact…” she moved into the bathroom and took a hold of the wrist she’d bitten with both hands, her thumbs moving over the marks. “Apologise for that I must. Never have I such a thing to any of our kind done.”

Enver: Enver listened, though his back was to her, as he decided to brush his teeth first. He hadn't gotten very far, had only uncapped the toothpaste when she grabbed at his wrist and caused him to turn to his side a little. When she apologized, he started at her. He couldn't believe it. It was like they were backpedalling. "Don't." Enver grumbled out as he pulled his arm away from her. "Ever apologize for acting for how you feel. Especially not for that." He frowned a little. "Unless you didn't like it." He didn't wait for her reply, because he already knew that wasn't true, so he instead moved around her and pushed her against the sink. "You don't want me to lie?" Enver shrugged. "Fair enough. Do you know what I want to do to you?" A hand went to her thigh and started to inch up her nightie. "I want to put you up against this sink and show you everything else you could; no, will learn. Against the wall, in our bed, the floor. Hell, just about anywhere. That what you wanted to hear? I doubt it." His hand roamed around to her butt again and gave it a soft squeeze as he pushed away from her.

Keara: Apparently that was the line he couldn’t cross, as after everything he just did and said she slapped him across the face. Once again she had no idea why she did it but unlike the other times she’d done it, this time she sure as hell wasn’t apologising for it. “Remember not to apologise in future then I shall.” Her tone wasn’t cold but it possibly came across that way as now she was the one frustrated with the way things were between them. She hadn’t cared what his answer was and a part of her was even curious to know what it was she’d learn in time but the constant push and pull she felt with him, that was what caused this change in mood. “Presume you should never to know what want I do from you to hear.” A slight hint of anger came with that comment and she lashed out as if to strike him again.

Enver: He reeled back from her, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah? Well at least it was the god damn truth. What you want. Or so you said." He spat out, then moved around her to get out of the bathroom. "Next time, I'll remind myself to not do that." He grumbled as he rubbed at his face and headed to his drawers to pull out some clothes. He didn't even care what it was, sure he had things in here that went with whatever pants he had. It was all Ven's fault, in his mind. How someone could be married to someone for that long and not even think about half the things he wanted to do to her was beyond him. "So, sorry, sweetheart." His tone was slightly sarcastic as Enver pulled a black t-shirt over his head that said some bar's name with a juke box on the front of it.

Keara: They did this all too often and she was really becoming tired of it, or at least she thought she was as deep down a part of her kind of liked the back and forth they had going as it kept things interesting. She followed him back to the bedroom and the moment the t-shirt went over his head she grabbed his arm, turned him around and pushed him against the chest of drawers; a gesture she was sure he’d understand even if it was the reversed now. She placed her hands on his face and forced him to look at her. “Enver,” she said sternly. “Always from you shall I the truth want to hear. Fear that I do not. Understand this…what happening now is…I do not. Everything good between us was, till you from the bed did move.” How she was going to resolve this she wasn’t sure but she was determined that neither of them would be leaving until things had calmed between them once more.

Enver: He didn't move once she positioned him where she wanted him. With her hands on his face, he looked at her and focused on her face. No, more like her eyes. Was it odd that when they were like this, he couldn't even remember half the time what had set him off? Was it some sort of shadow power that snuffed the emotions out of him, or was it her? Enver's jaw clenched as he tried to remember why he'd even move from the bed, because things had been ******* great until then. Or seconds before then. "I moved because I-" He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Because of what I said. And this." He held his wrist up to her, the one she had bit. "When you did that-" He cleared his throat. "I could barely control myself, Keara." He looked away as he ran a hand through his hair.

Keara: When he started to talk to her she dropped her hands but made sure she was ready to grab him if he went to leave but he didn’t. When he held up his wrist she felt a slight tinge of guilt due to the words that accompanied it, as she wasn’t sure what exactly it was that he had been trying to control. As she played everything back in her mind, she decided there was only one thing that could be done. “Back to bed we go,” she said as she grabbed him by his wounded wrist. With all the strength she possessed, which was a lot more than he had to fight her with, she dragged him back over to the bed, stepped up on to it and walked as far as she could without letting go of him. Flopping down onto the mattress, she tugged him towards her, hoping he’d see some method in her madness.

Enver: His jaw dropped a little when she suggested what she suggested. His look of surprise didn't last too long because she was tugging him to the bed, without him getting a word in edge wise, until she was on the bed. "I'm not really sure just being on-" Words were cut off as he followed after her, and was over her on the bed. Talking, he decided wasn't needed anymore, because she wanted him here. She wanted them here, in bed. Even if she knew what might happen again. And it probably would. A hand went to her cheek as he stroked it, the male looking down at her face. He wanted to kiss her, only he didn't. Instead, Enver was curious what would happen if the roles were reversed. He brought one of her hands to his lips, brushed them against it gently, then trailed them down the length of the hand and around to the inside of her wrists, where he nibbled on it gently, until his fangs had elongated and could pierce her own skin, black blood surfacing through.

Keara: He started to argue against her plan but stopped mid-sentence, obviously realising that merit of it, at least which was what she thought. She was soon proved right in her thinking when he joined her on the bed and forgetting his frustrations began kissing her hand. A part of her wanted to laugh as he kissed higher up her hand and onto her wrist, he’d never done that before and he left her skin alive and tingling at his touch as he went. A few weeks back such sensations were alien to her but now she kind of enjoyed the fact that she could feel his actions long after they’d happened. When he mirrored what she’d done to him and bit into her wrist, her body froze and she was unable, or perhaps unwilling, to try and pull her hand away from him. As the fangs penetrated her flawless flesh, she gasped more out of surprise than anything else but that abrupt noise quickly gave way to something else as a soft, sultry growl escaped her lips. As a reflex, she closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip. She always closed her eyes to think and reflect on something and this time was no different as she tried to recall ever being bitten. She was sure at some point some filthy Necuratist had caught her by surprise and she’d been bitten by creatures on more occasions than she could count but this…this was an entirely different experience.

Enver: She froze and he waited. Waited for the inevitable slap that would come, which would be fair enough, maybe. He certainly was pushing things tonight. But when she did something else, something Enver hadn't thought he would hear her do, quite yet, he grinned down at her to see her eyes closed. It was all he needed to know that she was enjoying herself and had enjoyed what he had just done, even at the potential risk of the rumors about becoming one of those N-rat things. Enver was a conflicted man. From what he was told and believed, Keara hadn't done anything close to this, ever. Which was why the male was pretty damn sure he was impotent or something. But a voice inside his head was screaming what it was he already knew he wanted to do and was pretty sure what Keara wanted him to do.

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

Enver: Enver growled in frustration, a growl that spoke of all the ways he was frustrated. He'd been pretty damn good the last few weeks with her, and now here they were. And he wanted more. He wanted every damn thing he could have with her, right here, right now. But he knew she wouldn't go that far and he'd get slapped or pushed off the bed and that frustrated him too! Screw it. He'd take the slap or the push to see how much further he could push the boundaries in his favor. One hand remained on the wrist he'd just punctured, while the other trailed over the outline of her form. For once, she was awake and could give an opinion, good or bad.

Keara: She was overwhelmed by the experience as he traced her form; to her it was as if she were remembering every forbidden fantasy she’d ever had only now she was actually living it. He really hadn’t done much of anything yet but still to her it was enough to push her senses into overdrive. He’d awoken something in her that even she never knew existed within her and as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, she couldn’t help but do what her instincts were telling her to do; she reached up, placed her hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her so that she could kiss the lips she loved so much. Her hand stayed at the nape of his neck, as she tried to shake her other wrist free from his grip, so that she could place her other arm around him and keep him close to her.

Enver: They were kissing, and this time she instigated it. He was against her without even thinking about it, returning the kiss, his hands still hard at work. They trailed over every curve they could, leaving no inch untouched (besides the fact she was still clothed) before he ripped his lips from hers, sought out Keara's neck and bit in to it. As his hand continued to explore her, from head to toe, a hand grazed across something metallic around her wrist. Sure, he had noticed it there before, but now that he touched it, his hand wrapped around her wrist and remained there, frozen. The rest of his body followed suit and Enver remained on top of Keara, lips on neck and fangs on that neck.

Keara: There were no thoughts in her mind anymore, nothing, she was working on instinct and adrenaline and as his fangs sank into her neck she growled once, only this time a little more forcefully as the sensations that followed rippled through her body. Then as suddenly as it all started, it all stopped and he froze in her arms. Admittedly this was a new experience for her too as usually she was the one to freeze in his and so she too stopped whatever it was they were doing. “Enver?” she whispered, “Everything okay is…yes? Did I…”

Enver: He heard the growl and maybe it was a good thing he had stopped. This growl had a little more emphasis behind it then the first one, when he had bit in to her wrist. When she started asking questions, his fangs slowly pulled out of her and he sighed. Enver shook his head, pushed off the bed with his other hand so that he could look down at her. "Yeah. Everything's fine." It wasn't the complete truth, but when he thought about it, everything was technically fine. He wasn't hurt, she wasn't hurt. "Did you what?" He frowned, and shook his head some more. "No, no, no." The hand on her wrist left it and cupped her face as he spoke in a hurried manner. "You didn't do anything. Nothing at all. So don't think that."

Keara: Her hands were still more or less where she’d left them, only as he pulled back from her, the hand on his back slipped down to his hip, while that was on his neck began to play with his hair. “Then understand I do not what wrong is?” she looked into his eyes, still trying to figure out what was going on. This was likely how he felt when he’d kissed her and she hadn’t responded and if she were honest she didn’t much like that feeling as it made the butterflies in her stomach go away.

Enver: Enver looked down at her, thinking as she played with his hair. She probably didn't know what she was doing. No, scratch that. She definitely didn't know what she was doing and how hard it was not to cross that boundary. Enver didn't know how to answer the question. So he cleared his throat to think. "Nothing's wrong." He muttered out. "I mean, I don't think, do you?" He sighed not sure how to phrase it without making him look like he didn't want her (because he'd lie) or without making Keara feel potentially bad because she'd never been here before due to that jackass Ven. "I don't think I can show anything else tonight. If I do, I think the lesson might be lost." That sounded alright to him, so he nodded his head, eyes still on her.

Keara: She shook her head slightly when he asked what she thought and listened as he said the lesson would be lost. For a moment she had no idea what he was talking about. ‘There was a lesson?’ she thought. ‘What was I supposed to be…Oohhh…yes. Yes there was a lesson.’ It was then that she became acutely aware of what they’d been doing and where her hands were. She wasn’t usually like this and although she frowned for a moment, that emotion quickly passed, as she chose to verbalise her thoughts on the matter. “If something wrong was, slapped you most likely I would have,” she said as a smile played across her lips. “Think I do that lesson over was before we to the bed returned,” she shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. “But successful perhaps it was…yes?” she asked, her fingertips still lightly playing in the hairline on his neck.

Enver: Was she testing him? The thought had crossed his mind with the last few things she said. Or was that just his paranoia working in the back of his mind? What would she be testing him for? Enver didn't want to make the wrong move. No, he really did, but what if he did make the wrong move and she did more than slap him? What if she managed to teleport him half way across the city? Or something worse? Even if it was unintentional. She was playing with his hair again and his eyes focused on her face. No, they focused on her lips. "Huh?" He asked, not focusing much on her words. "Oh. Right. Depends. Do you think or feel differently now? About my body?" His eyes moved up to her eyes, curious of the answer.

Keara: “No,” was the very short, positive sounding answer that came from her lips. “See less of it now that before I do. So…think perhaps lack I do the skills of your form with my eyes to appreciate. Though…” she cut herself short and bit into her lower lip. Could she really say what she’d been about to? Was it appropriate? He had asked if how she felt about his body had changed in that perhaps some headway had been made, after all she had yet to remove her hands from him. “Think I do that…Mean to say I do that…Well…I…” She sighed, closed her eyes briefly (just long enough to mentally chastise herself) and then rather quickly added, “No urge have I for you now to strike or push away. So, that perhaps different is…yes?”

Enver: He grinned down at her and nodded his head. "Yeah. That's different alright. A good kind of different." He leaned down and kissed her lips quick, pleased that something had been gained from the lesson, even if he wasn't sure himself what he was supposed to be trying to teach her. He rolled off her, to lay next to her, instead of looming over her and tugged her to him with a yank to the side of her stomach with the arm that still rested there. "See less of what? I'm not half naked anymore." He reminded her with a chuckle.

Keara: “Exactly,” she replied having been moved in closer to him. “See less of your form now I do, since covered more you are.” She wasn’t sure what to do with herself now as she neither wanted to get closer to him or further away. Her hands however had been left empty when he moved and so she let them rest on her stomach. “Enver?” she asked as one hand moved up to her neck where he’d bitten her, feeling for the punctures that were no longer bleeding. “Is this something that do often you do?” She wasn’t about to ask how many women he’d bitten since he turned as she wasn’t sure she wanted that much detail but she was curious to see if biting was a habit of his.

Enver: He cleared his throat at the question, then looked around. "Often?" He thought about it and shook his head. "Haven't done it in a while, no." He looked over at her. "I mean, what's often mean? With another women, or the last time I did that with someone?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know which one she wanted to know, truth be told, but he didn't want to say the wrong thing either and give out too much information. His past wasn't as innocent as hers was.

Keara: He answered a little too quickly and gave very little detail, a habit of his that Keara didn’t really care for as she far preferred to just hear the truth, whatever it might be. Still, the more he rambled, the more she wondered if her question had been too vague. She bit her lower lip and sighed as she wasn’t sure how to ask it any other way and she really did want an answer. She took a few moments and while she thought of the best way to ask it again, she began picking at her nails. “What I…” she sighed. “What wish to know I do is…Is this something that you with every woman do?”

Enver: He frowned, rubbed at his jaw with his other hand and thought about it. "No. Not every woman." He said with a shrug. "Majority, though." He added in. "Does it matter?" Enver looked at her sidelong.

Keara: She couldn't answer without making things worse. She wanted to say that it didn't matter but her lips wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't look at him either as she was sure that he might gleam the answer from those too if they dared look his way, so instead she focused on her nails and tried to think of something else to say. "Lucky you are that slapped you I did not for so informal with me to be."

Enver: He frowned and raised up off the bed to sit up. "You asked." He grumbled. "You know I've been married before." He pointed out. "And before I got bound I dated some other woman and after, I sort of saw someone." He said after clearing his throat, not sure how to categorize his and Yeka's relationship. "And I'm going to let you know that I've had sex before. With my ex-wife and with a couple girlfriends. It's what most people do." Enver put his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his hands, not liking how this conversation was turning. "You act like I'm biting every woman in the damn city." Enver grumbled out. "Hi, I'm Enver. Can I snack on your neck?" He scoffed at how stupid it sounded.

Keara: Yes it was true to say that she had started the conversation but she didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that and when he implied (in her mind) that she wasn’t normal because she hadn’t had sex before, she pulled her feet up to her chest, placed them on his back, as best she could manage from that angle and pushed him off the bed. If he was going to hurt her emotionally, she was going to repay him in kind accept physically. “Most people ripped apart would not be by evil spawn for themselves to another to give. Forget that you do. Consequences greater were in first life that lived I did. Think you that I so agreeable am that anyone my life I would hand?” Her tone clearly showed he’d hit a nerve in what he said and she was, for now, choosing to focus on the one thing she could voice without wanting to lie to him.

Enver: Enver had no clue what she was on about. Evil spawn? Consequences? First life? Then he thought about it and shoved off the bed. "Oh, come off it. You don't believe that, do you? All that fadebeast stuff and that you never would have come back?" But that was just the surface, wasn't it? He was just skimming at the top of things. "And no. I don't. But don't you think you've lived in fear long enough?" He moved to the dresser, where he was sure he put a pack of cigarettes on the top of it and started fishing for it. "And you think what? That because I'm having sex with a few people that I'm trying to create those things?" He found the pack, but started looking around for the lighter. Where that was, he wasn't sure of. "There is something called condoms, you know. Don't think they're a new invention." He scoffed, popped the cigarette in his lips and lit it after he found the cheap plastic lighter he had tossed on the thing. "I think I've got more chances dying then having someone pop one of those things out of them any time soon. Old wives tale that **** is."

Keara: Keara had sat up on the bed as he began his diatribe and listened with ever increasing feelings of rage and sadness. She couldn’t believe what he was saying to her, as not only was he basically calling her stupid and gullible, he was questioning her entire existence, as she’d lived and believed what she had some two hundred years before her death. When he called it an old wives tale though, that was when she felt the need to interject, her demeanour changing as the room about them darkened slightly, an electro static feeling in the air beginning to build. Somehow staying seated to yell at him did not seem right and so she got to her feet, standing on the bed as she began her reply. “Think you so little of me,” she practically hissed. “Believe you do that I unintelligent am? That someone’s fool I was?” she growled. “Fool am I only now through you to love!” She walked to the edge of the bed as items in the room began to tremble as if an earthquake were about to start. “Tenants had we then Enver. Set of rules that abided by must be. Questioned my elders I did not. By those commands I lived as trusted I did in their wisdom.” She hopped from the edge of the bed to the floor, as whatever was happening around her continued to build in intensity. “Fact it is Enver. Death then no fleeting thing was. Think you that I one second longer in that place would have stayed if exited I could have? Think you that liked I did my mind to lose in the darkness? That chose I did alone and broken to stay, while freedom in my grasp stood?” What had begun as hushed words dripping with distain had grown into something far less passive, as her voice was now raised and she was quite clearly as angry as she had been the time she’d thrown him against the bookshelf in the lounge. “Is that what you think of me?” she demanded to know as a bulb in the light above them spontaneously shattered.

Enver: He had missed some of what she'd done, as in standing on the bed, because his back was to her as he was fiddling around for a cigarette, but he didn't miss how the room seemed to be changing around him. And not in a good way. The room was shaking, making things shake with it and the lights were acting up like the damn place was haunted, more or less. He turned, his jaw clenched together as he focused on a few of the things she said, but mostly the fact she seemed to be sayng she was foolish for loving him, which meant she was foolish for being with him. He didn't move, he just stared at her, or an outline of her since one of the bulbs popped in the room, leaving it a tad bit darker. "I think, people might have told you some **** that isn't always true. How many fade things have you heard about popping out of people having sex? I know a lot of people sexing it up and never heard of them popping those things out." Enver cleared his throat and exhaled his cigarette. "And like I said, there's condom's if people are that freaked out about it. Pretty sure that if someone wanted to have sex, even back then, they figured out how to get creative, quick." He shrugged, and took another inhale in. "Not like we've got to worry about it anyways, since it's apparently crazy idea to even be with each other." He snorted, blew the smoke out from his lungs, then focused on the wall on the other side of the room. "Times change. What people thought was true two years ago, ain't. Same could be said about **** a long time ago."

Keara: The urge to slap him was overwhelming, instead the noise of cracking glass could be heard from the bathroom, the most likely source being the relatively newly installed mirror. “True perhaps things now different are but methods then their risks had.” She was still pissed as all hell and it didn’t escape her attention that he was trying to back out of their relationship, not that at that moment in time it would have perhaps bothered her all that much as all she felt was rage. Advancing towards him, she grabbed his free hand as a dagger appeared in hers. With the blade pointing towards her, she thrust the hilt into his grip and closed her hands around it, forcing him to hold the dagger at her heart. “Scenario give I to you. So that better understand you can how lived we then.” Her tone was eerily calm, the hostility she still felt continued to bubble away just under the surface. “If knew you did that this blade my life would end, if pushed into my heart it was. Would you my life to fate give? Would you?” her tone was demanding, showing how fervently she believed in the validity of this example. “If right now, as fate, I a coin did introduce and that into the air could throw, one side my life to represent, the other my death. Would you that coin from me take? Would you that gamble take? For assure you I do, that it is the woman that the ultimate price did pay. Come back I would not. Could not. Not then. If my death certain and true would be. Would you that chance take? Could you that coin throw?” she pressed herself against the tip of the dagger, the sharp point sliding effortlessly through her nightdress and into her flesh. “Could you,” she growled with the pain, her eyes fixed to his, awaiting his reply.

Enver: "Knock it off." He growled out when put in the scenario she put him in. The room was still altering to some strange, dark place he didn't want to go or be in. "Taking things a little far, aren't you?" Enver used all the strength he had in him to try and pull the blade from out of her chest with his hand. "It's not ******* funny, Keara." Not that it ever had been, but now that she was putting things in to this perspective, Enver didn't like it one bit. His life? Didn't really bother him to lose a week from the **** hole known as Harper Rock, but her life? Things seemed different now. "No. No, I ******* wouldn't and you damn well know it." Enver snapped out, before he tried to move to the side of her, no longer wanting to play whatever game this was of hers. He didn't get far before a dresser drawer that kept popping open and closed from whatever unseen force hit him in the knee. "God damn it. What the **** is wrong with everything tonight?" He snarled out, eyes narrowing at the thing, half tempted to kick it off its hinges. "No. Alright, you ******* happy now? You got what you were looking for? Whatever the **** it was?"

Keara: “That the choice for me was Enver. If allowed I did lust in my heart to grow. Same choice have we now, only protection greater is and death no longer eternal.” She allowed him the room to pull the dagger back a little, only then noticing the darkness that had taken a hold in the room around and the strange occurrences that went with it. Even if she didn’t know how it was happening, she knew it was because of her. She cast her eyes about the room, the anger she felt still in control even after hearing the fact that he wouldn’t take that risk and bring about her death. Perhaps she’d of calmed a little if his words weren’t so hostile, but then she couldn’t know that for certain. All she knew was that she was the cause and that she somehow had to stop what she was doing before she tore the room apart, even her fear in that did nothing to make the violent shaking around her falter. So being of not so sound mind and having already a dagger in her hands, she did the only thing she could think of to help her focus her energies on something else and stabbed herself with the blade. In one swift movement, she lowered the dagger, as if allowing Enver to take control of it and then thrust the steel into her stomach, twisting it for good measure to make sure that all she felt was pain. It may have seemed drastic to him, but for whatever reason it worked and the room went silent as the darkness ebbed away.

Enver: He didn't even want to argue this anymore. Enver was pretty sure everything the elder's knew had been blown out of proportion to at least a hundred degrees and obviously they weren't going to see eye to eye. He didn't think she was dumb, not at all. He had seen her be pretty submissive in some scenarios and so, if her sire told her that crock of ****, he could see how she might believe it. Especially if he was also her husband when he told her that ****. He was still a dick, and probably an impotent one at that, so he probably made up some story, or heard it and ran with it. He was about to apologize and just call it quits with the argument, when Keara did something pretty drastic. She stabbed herself in the stomach and Enver flinched backward. "What the hell are you doing?" He shouted at her, reached for her arms and shook her as hard and as fast as he could. "I said to knock it off. You won, I'm shutting up." Enver growled, still shaking her, as if he'd shake some sense in to her.

Keara: She pulled the blade out, staring down at her blood upon it and just smiled. “Well that new is,” she whispered as she dropped the blade. It narrowly avoided their feet as it landed point first in the floor and she promptly collapsed in Enver’s arms. She was no stranger to being wounded, so the oozing tear in her flesh wasn’t the issue, it was the mental toll the early evening had wrought upon her.

Enver: Enver blinked when she said that. Wasn't it obvious it was a new wound? Why she even felt the need to say that, was beyond him. Not that he had time to think about it as she was against him and in his arms seconds, if that, later. "Keara?" Enver asked her, wanting to shake her again. She obviously wasn't dead, but a wound like that couldn't have wiped her out like that either. Not to this point. Enver had a hell of a lot worse wounds than that before he felt tired. "Keara?" Enver sighed, scooped her up and carried her to the bed. "Yeah. Not so foolish to be with me now, huh? Doubt anyone else would carry you all around." He grumbled as he placed her on the bed and released her, but not before he focused on trying to help her out with a little blood.

Keara: She was unconscious in his arms and so didn’t hear the snide comment he made a he laid her on the bed. Of course he wasn’t entirely right in that, as her family would have helped her if they found her in such a condition. Regardless she was out for the count and stayed that way for some time, the blood he gave her only helping to sustain the flow as the black substance pushed to the surface, only to evaporate into the atmosphere. After a while she began to find her way back to the consciousness and her eyelids fluttered open, her hands instinctively going to the wound, as she could still feel the blade inside of her. As she pressed her hands to the flesh, it began to heal itself but aside from lifting her head to look at her hands, she did and said nothing, only to collapse back onto the bed once the wound was closed. Her hands then moving up to her face to help hide herself from Enver scorn, which she assumed would soon follow.

Enver: He sighed when he saw her hands go to her face, not sure why she always hid herself from him when things got awkward. Sure, it'd be easy to do that, but it wouldn't really solve much in the end. At least he thought so. Which was weird because normally, Enver would have probably been off to a bar by now, or had the feeling to go there in the middle of an argument like this, but he hadn't. Yet. "Saw this movie once. Where some girl did that with her hand and face. She was so used to it, she forgot she had paint on her hand once and splat. Big red mark on her face." Enver didn't know what else to say, because of how things panned out tonight.

Keara: His words were not what she’d been inspecting and a part of her wanted him to yell at her or something as Nox knew she deserved it for the tantrum she just had but instead she was smiling, not that he could see or tell, that was until the smile became a laugh. She pulled her hands down to cover her mouth and looked at him. “Done that I have,” she replied her amusement evident in her tone. Her mood had totally altered but she had no words to explain what had happened as in that moment, she had no idea what had even triggered her outburst.

Enver: Enver grinned a little and nodded. He could see it happening to her given her love to paint and the fact she was always hiding behind her hand. "Yeah? Well lesson learned, I'd think." His knees hit the floor of the cell, one at a time, his chin on the bed as he looked at her. "Didn't realize Deanna was so powerful of a ghost thing." He commented, eyes fixed on her face.

Keara: “Lesson yet learned has not been,” she said slowly as she sat herself up on the bed and began examining the rip in her nightdress. It was easily repaired, but not so easy as the knitting the flesh together. “Deanna here is not,” she said checking the room to make sure she wasn’t lying. Dea had been staying away when Enver was around, knowing or perhaps fearing that she’d anger her sister and be dismissed. “Me I think that was.”

Enver: "You?" He stared at her, then looked around the room himself. "Is that some sort of telepath power or...umm." He wasn't sure what to say or ask. He'd never seen anything like that before. "Maybe it was a different ghost thing." He suggested, not believing Keara would almost demolish their place. Then again, she had just stabbed herself. "You've done stuff like that before?"

Keara: She shook her head. “No. No other spirit see I here. And…” she sighed as she looked around the room again. “Felt it from me came. ‘Tis why stabbed myself I did. For control of myself once more to regain. So angry I was. Never have I so affected been by my emotions.” She was explaining what she could, what she felt and what she knew to be true but why here and why now? They were questions she couldn’t answer. She had no idea where this particular power or curse had come from but that seemed to be happening to her a lot of late, which begged the question as to what it was that was changing her so. As she thought of the dagger on the floor, it once again appeared in her hands and she just stared at the metallic surface as she fell silent.

Enver: "From you?" He looked at her with knitted brows, before he heard the rest of what she was saying. This made Enver clear his throat and look away. "You stabbed yourself because of your emotions. Because of our fight. Because of me, really." His jaw clenched together as he thought about what she has said, without really saying it. He missed the dagger reappearing, due to him looking away and being lost in his thought as he tried to sort out what he'd done to her. "Sorry." He muttered, still thinking on things.

Keara: She slipped from the bed to her knees to kneel next to him, placing the dagger onto the floor and sliding it away from them under the bed for safety, before she took a hold of his hand. “Know I do not why sorry you are. This,” she cast her eyes about the mess, noting a sprinkling of fine shattered glass on the floor in the middle of the room, “all my doing was. Blame you I will not for my lack of control.”

Enver: He looked down at her hand, then at her. "Lack of control. You only lacked it because of what I said." He coughed in to his hand with the free one. "Ever did that before? In your old life? With Ven?" Enver choked out the guy's name, barely able to say it, for whatever reason.

Keara: The usual shake of her head indicated that she had not before the words followed. “Never. Though so advanced were my powers then not either. Different time. Different rules. Remember?” she said softly, watching his face for any clues as to what he was thinking or feeling, besides the need to blame himself for her behaviour. “Think you that this bad is?” she asked referring to the situation, not really sure if she wanted the answer. As she spoke her hand absentmindedly moved to caress the small puncture marks on her neck, as she recalled the question that started it all.

Enver: "Don't know. Maybe." He shrugged. "Depends, I guess. I mean, if you're stabbing yourself all the time-" Enver's face didn't reveal much of anything of what he was thinking, even if his tone seemed to hint that it was probably a bad thing. "I mean, think about this. Hi, this is my girlfriend. Oh, what happened to her chest? She shot herself earlier tonight. What provoked it? Me." He watched her hand move to her neck, wondering what she was doing, or why she was doing it now. "See how that might sound sort of funny?"

Keara: He probably didn’t get the response he was expecting when she laughed softly again. “Honest of you at least that reply would be. Perhaps better than for to explain that your girlfriend crazy is. Chivalrous perhaps. That you the blame for my issues would take.” Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand and she was quite clearly amused by the whole conversation. “No wound see you now. Yes?” she pulled the nightie up to reveal what would have been the affected area before letting the material fall back down and cover her once more.

Enver: He chuckled too, then shook his head at her question. "No. Looks as good as it did last night in the shower." He winked at her, then stood slowly. "I think you owe me a date." He said after he looked down at her for a few seconds and cleared his throat. "Which, at this rate, we won't get to if we don't get our asses moving." He stood there, not really making a move to move, until he knew what she wanted to do with the rest of her night.

Keara: “Date?” she had completely forgotten about that and it was right about that point she heard the whisper in her ear that there was a raid in the city. She sighed and got to her feet as she telepathically asked Deanna to go check around and find the location of it before she crawled over the bed, got under the covers and pulled them over her head. “Only date that have I do,” came the muffled words from beneath the duvet. “Is with this bed. Raid in the city there is and exhausted already I am.”

Enver: Enver watched her, then chuckled as she disappeared under the blankets and not under her hand this go around. He looked around the room, then at her and debated with himself. Clean up the room? Crawl in bed with her or go to work? He wouldn't go to work to actually work, he had some things on his mind. He shrugged, decided if she passed out before him, he'd head out and do that later. If not, he could do that here too. Enver crawled in after her, inching his way under the covers, looked up to the ceiling and put both his arms under his head as he stared at it.