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

This RP takes place on Monday 10th March 2014.

Enver: They needed to move location. Both of them were getting tired of staying in the same place. Enver told Keara he'd meet her at the boat at the docks, leashed Gizmo up and said he'd meet her there after walking the dog and getting the promised movies. While he walked the dog, he decided to see how Peter's situation was going and sent him a short text. You stop at the grocery store for those things yet?

Peter: Peter was at home again, in the cabin, surrounded by dogs. For once, Jersey wasn't there, though he suspected that she might make an appearance at some point soon. As his phone buzzed, he put down the book he'd been reading and checked the text. A frown furrowed his brow, even as the smile threatened to break open on his lips, as he sent the reply: No. She's agreed we don't need sex to be in a relationship.

Keara: Keara was more than a little unhappy with Enver’s sire, something he likely didn’t know yet, as she only found the message on Crownet after he left. The darkness in the room enveloped her and without Enver there to distract her, she’d had to push her dagger through the palm of her hand to get the negative energy to dissipate. Having calmed herself, for now, she bound her wound with the remnants of Enver’s t-shirt (the one she’d cut up to make the bog bed), dressed (as best she could), cloaked herself in shadows and stalked out into the night air.

Enver: Enver's phone went off again as he approached the docks, skimmed the text quick and snorted. Yeah, he said that once too, but everyone knew how that went. Still, he'd let Peter find that out for himself. Enver rubbed at his jaw, felt a tug on the leash from Gizmo, the overactive, hyperactive monster he snagged off the streets, or it snagged him, hard to say really and replied to the text. Well, always good to be safe than sorry. Don't want to be that guy. You know. If.

Peter: Peter snorted at the reply text; he'd taken to just staring at his phone and waiting for it to go off rather than pick up the book to keep reading. He was still unsure about his revelations. Unsure whether it had been the right thing to do - but nothing untoward had happened just yet, and he hoped that nothing would. He scratched at the minimal stubble on his jaw before he replied, ignoring Enver's implications of if: I told her. About me. About fadebeasts. If we don't have the protection, there's less chance of us giving in. He then took to staring at the crackling fire, wondering if he was being a bit too much of a fool.

Keara: She began making herself at home as she waited for Enver. She’d arrived barefoot and slipped into bed having disrobed; as really she had no need of the clothing and knew she might need to distract her husband upon his return, if only to distract herself from doing or saying something she may regret later. And so she waited…a little impatiently for his return.

Enver: The phone remained in one hand, the leash in the other knowing Peter would reply in some form, even if to deny that they'd do the inevitable. He moved down the dock where his boat had been at all winter as another text came his way, then frowned. That wasn't quite the reply he thought he was going to get, and so he waited to reply until he was on the boat and heading down below, mostly to think about what he should say. Word of advice, kiddo. Buy the condoms. If you move like you do with spilling out your secrets, you'll be needing them soon. "So much for slowly acclimatizing her to things." Enver grumbled as he hit send at about the time he stepped off the last step.

Peter: The frown deepened over Peter's brow as a wave of anxiety washed through him. It didn't take much to make Peter anxious. Enver didn't seem at all angry or disappointed, but still. The implication was still there. Peter shouldn't have done it, no matter how much he thought he could trust her. His surety reared up to fuel a response, however; an explanation, of sorts. He replied: I failed to realise that I don't have a shadow. She noticed. How was I supposed to explain my way out of that one? Besides. I can trust her. I know I can.

Keara: “Acclimatising who? And to what?” she asked as Enver walked in muttering to himself, her issues with his sire temporarily forgotten in her curiosity. It was likely the word ‘her’ in the sentence that caught her attention but she hadn’t analysed her actions that far. She waited for Enver to reply and for him to let Gizmo loose so that he could explore this new environment. She’d placed his bed at the end of the bed and his bone, and toys. In fact, she’d brought more stuff with her for Gizmo than she had for herself.

Enver: "Huh?" Enver heard Keara before he read the text from Peter and then cleared his throat. "Ahh." He bent down to take the leash off Gizmo, gave him a quick pat before the little monster went on its terrorizing its location by sniffing everything and clawing at some things as he tried to figure out all the scents. Enver ignored it, mostly because he was trying to figure out how to avoid the topic. "Her? Oh. Some friend of someone. No one I know personally." He grinned at her, as Enver opened the new message and read it. He sighed, having forgot that fact about shadows and how obvious it should have been to peg Peter as not all that human (even if Enver disagreed on that topic) and began to reply to it. "Give me a second to finish this up." He looked up at Keara quick as he worked on his reply. If you think so. Best not to let everyone know you spilled the beans. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Peter huffed a sigh as he read the reply. His fingers moved swiftly over the screen of his phone as he responded, the actions sharp and only a little fuelled by irritation: I'm not an idiot. Though he did wonder; was it really all that safe to be keeping secrets from his sire? He knew he didn't intend to keep it secret forever. He just had to figure out a way to break it to her when he was more aware of what her reaction might be. The last thing he wanted from any of this was for any harm to come to Jersey.

Keara: “Lying you are,” she grumbled, her eyes following the path of their curious little companion as he ran to and fro sniffing at anything he could comfortably reach. “No!” she chastised the pup as he began chewing at something just outside of her field of vision, his little head popping out from his hiding place to see if the stern tone was aimed at him before running off somewhere else.

Enver: "No I'm not. I don't know her and she's a friend of someone’s." Enver shrugged his shoulders as he watched the dog go running off to hide. "He's just exploring things." Enver grumbled, obviously the more relaxed 'parent' of the two of them. Enver came in more to the stateroom, tugged off his coat and then put a back pack on a dresser surface. "Got those movies." He put the phone down and started rummaging through the back pack to show her, figuring his conversation with Peter would be done, because he knew Peter wasn’t an idiot. Especially due to his reply, which Enver knew Peter knew he was talking about Keara when it came to 'everyone.'

Keara: His answer was less than satisfactory and she knew when he was hiding something and so she crawled out of the bed and made her way over to him. Her movements were calm and deliberate as while the rage she felt still bubbled in her heart, she was keeping her focus on Enver and whatever it was he was trying to hide from her. Having left his phone unguarded, she snatched it up, turned her back to him and began looking through it to see who he’d been talking too. “Peter? What are you me not telling?” she asked as she opened the most recent message.

Enver: He assumed she was coming to check out the movies he picked up and pick one out. He tried to pick ones that were 'safe' i.e. ones that didn't have him married or looking like he had sex at some point in a film. Boy was he wrong. She moved for his phone and so did he, but she was quicker than him. "Guy talk." Enver shrugged his shoulders. "It's not that big of a deal." It was a big deal, for Keara and he knew it. "Right, well Peter has a friend who is a girl. And someone made the poor kid think he couldn't have sex. Ever." He stared at her, not saying who that someone was, but his stare pretty much said it.

Keara: A small growl escaped her lips as he expressed what to her was a chastisement of her behaviour. “Intimate with a human he cannot be. What did you him tell?” she asked, immediately jumping to the conclusion that Enver had given advice to the contrary. She wasn’t going to trust his word for it though, as he had a habit of trying to keep things for her ‘for her own good’ and so she began working her way backwards through the messages he’d received. A much louder growl escaped her lips before she turned to face him, thrusting the phone at him, as she’d seen enough already. “Told her he did. Credited him with more intelligence I did!”

Enver: "To buy some condoms." Enver chuckled, before dismissing her off. Or he was about to until she worked her way through the messages. "Oh. Because you would have said what when someone pointed out your lack of shadow? Kid doesn't have your years of knowledge under his belt." Enver scowled, obviously fine with what Peter had done. "Besides, he trusts her. Good enough for me. Some humans can be trusted." He reminded her.

Keara: It took a moment to process what he’d said, possibly as she was still trying to get her head around the fact that Peter had already told his female toy what he was. “What? You that said!” She was beyond annoyed at her husband and slapped him hard across the face. Her desire to do the same to Peter had her reaching out to him at the same time, summoning him across the city without her consciously willing him to her side. When he arrived, he’d be greeted by the sight of his naked sire who was quite heavily pregnant; the abomination in her womb being approximately the size of a butternut squash. To anyone knowing anything of pregnancy, she might appear to be 33 weeks along and yet she and Enver had only been in hiding a few weeks.

Peter: One second he was trying to read his book, even though he was processing none of the words; he was dwelling too much on the fact that he might have made a mistake and thinking about how he might be able to remedy it. In the next second, it felt as if his entire body were crawling with ants until all of a sudden, he was no longer solid. In that split second it took him to realise that his book had fallen to the floor with a loud thud, he was flying across the city - bodiless, and voiceless, even though he was shouting his surprise and fear in a wrangled scream. So when he finally landed in front of a naked, heavily pregnant Keara, the silence of the room was broken by his still terrified shout. He had no idea what had just happened, or why. For only one second he was silent as he realised exactly who and what he was looking at. And then he shouted again - this time in stupefied shock. He instantly turned his back on the naked woman. He was completely lost for words, standing there like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing with no words coming out.

Enver: "Damn right I-" he was cut off by the harsh slap across his face, a hand going out to her wrist to catch it and keep it still. "Unless that was an offer of foreplay, I'd be careful, sweetheart." He knew how much she hated that nickname, so did it intentionally. He glared down at her and cleared his throat. "It's naive to think he'd not have sex. With a vampire or human." He scoffed and let her wrist go before he rubbed at his cheek. "Let's be honest."

Keara: Keara had failed to notice the arrival of Peter in the room, Gizmo on the other hand was on him as soon as he materialised. It was the noise emanating from him that had Keara stop in her tracks and turn to face him, a look of confusion on her face. His arrival had stopped her from kicking Enver in the shins, for now, but that didn’t stop the room darkening about them. The objects in the place beginning to vibrate about them.

Peter: Peter didn't turn around to look at the pair of them. His gaze dropped to the small dog that instantly ran to his feet; he might have otherwise lathered the animal with attention, but he was still too shocked and flabbergasted by what had happened. He thought that he had done it. That maybe his preoccupation with the advice given to him by both Keara and Enver had suddenly pulled him to their presence. Finally his voice came out in a dull croak, his gaze shifting across the floor as he tried to find out where the exit was, without again witnessing a naked Keara. "I'm sorry. I'm... I don't know how I did it. I didn't mean to. I ah... I can leave, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, taking a long stride toward what he assumed (hoped) was the exit.

Enver: The dog running to somewhere or something was what alerted Enver to the fact something or someone was on his boat. Other than the two of them. He turned to see a back of a male. Not just any male, but Peter. "What the hell is he doing here?" Enver doubted he'd come here without an invitation, and he sure couldn't summon him, so it had to be his wife that summoned him here. So he turned to her, waiting for an answer, but then headed to the bed, yanked the sheet off it and started wrapping it around her. "Least you could have covered up first." He grumbled, a scowl still on his features.

Keara: The room continued to take on a more sinister feel and as Enver attempted to wrap the sheet around her, she took it from him, shoving him away with crudely bandaged hand. “Mean I did not for him to summon,” she growled at Enver. “Think you do that wished I did like this to be seen. Hidden away I would not have if that the case was…” her tone was harsh and unyielding, showing her annoyance as she crossed the room to Peter. She lay a hand on his shoulder, gripping it a little tighter than she should have in her current state. “And as for you…” she tried to turn him to face her with her once free hand. “You and I talk must. Happy I am not.”

Peter: Peter's progress toward the door was halted by the hand on his shoulder; he fearfully glanced to the side, seeing Enver first before slowly settling upon Keara. He relaxed visibly as he realised she'd been covered by a sheet, and relaxed some more as it dawned upon him that this was not his doing. His presence here was Keara's fault, not his own. It was only as those pieces fell into place that Peter realised exactly what he had seen. He stumbled backward and away from Keara, pointing now at her protruding stomach before turning his desperate and now slightly affronted eyes in Enver's direction. "Is that what I think it is?! If that's what I think it is then I'm not happy either!" he said, glancing between the two of them before pointing his accusing finger at Enver. "You! You encouraged me when look!" he shook his head, bewildered. He knew there was a lot more at stake, here, but for once he decided to feel and act like a victim, like it had been bottled up inside and was only now being allowed release.

Enver: Enver was used to the way Keara was with him when she was mad at him, so the shove, while sent him backwards didn't get much of a reaction from him outside a snort. "Leave him alone." Enver followed after Keara, but stopped when he heard Peter's accusations. "Right. Because I did that all by myself." Enver scoffed as the dog kept demanding attention from Peter by jumping on his legs, front paws landing in his shin area. "Didn't think it was what it was when we talked at first. About things." Enver muttered as a hand went through his hair. "We knew the risks. She knew the risks." Enver frowned. "Thing would be out of her if she wasn't so damn casual about this. Waiting things out." He moved to a dresser, scooped up his cigarettes, dug one out and plopped it between his lips. "If you think you're not going to have sex again, you're ******* naive."

Keara: He wasn’t happy? She had no idea what he could possibly be upset by, this was there problem and the reason they’d kept themselves to themselves for the past few weeks. She didn’t want Peter here anymore than he likely wanted to be there, but that was something they’d all have to deal with as this was one cat she didn’t want escaping from the proverbial bag any time soon. Enver’s reaction didn’t help matters either, as while it was all too obvious that their relation had a very physical element to it, it wasn’t something she wanted to discuss with anyone else…ever. Vampire sex broke one of the old codes, she knew that and this pregnancy was her punishment for doing so. The shame she felt in that moment caused the room to calm and she looked almost helpless for a moment as she looked between Peter and Enver. As much as she was angry with them both, she didn’t want them fighting too. And so, as any good wife does, she took all the emotions she was feeling, and channelled them at her husband. “Told you I did what inside me was. Listened you did not. Think you do that stupid I am. Truly believe that at times I do. Well stupid I am not Enver and yes. Knew I did consequences of my actions. Survive this I shall. If frail creatures my energy cannot destroy, damned by the parasite I shall

Keara: not be, by the name of Nox and Helios swear that I do.” There was a strong sense of determination in her voice, determination and anger which hid the underlying fear she still felt; as no matter what she did or said or how calm she appeared, she did not want to die.

Peter: In that moment Peter was torn. There was a situation that he was dealing with, that had been tearing him up inside for a week or more. Enver insisted that he wasn't at fault. For anything. Peter rarely, if ever, swore, but he had the very strong urge to tell Enver to go **** himself. Literally, because it would be far better if he were to **** himself rather than anyone else. "Yeah, yeah, you knew the risks and she knew the risks and it still happened! And what if it were to happen to Jersey? She isn't as old or as... as strong as Keara and though Keara has all the certainty in this world and the next that she'll come out of it alive, and I have certainty that she will, JERSEY WOULD NOT!" Peter said, his fury slowly gathering in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly wanted to be sick, he was so angry. A woman's life was at stake, one that he cared for quite a bit, and Enver just wanted to dismiss it. "You two - so damned wrapped up in each other all the time you have no idea what you're doing to those around you. Keara - I'm sorry it happened to you. I know you'll survive," he added with a forced calm.

Enver: Enver didn't exactly appreciate the words his wife was saying. It felt almost accusatory, especially when she said he thought she was stupid. His teeth gritted together, slowly before the male cleared his throat and shook his head, attention on Peter. "I'm not doing anything to anyone. But sure, we'll all keep living in fairy tale land. Sure. You'll never have sex. Ever. Good for you. But if you do, which I’m sure you will, best to be protected. I'm sure you've heard that since you were around twelve, Peter." His attention turned back to his wife. "You can finish this conversation without me. Being he's yours and obviously I'm the stupid jackass here. On a few levels.." Enver moved past Peter, past the dog and headed topside.

Keara: She couldn’t argue with Peter in what he was saying ad while she wasn’t so sure she’d survive exactly, she did know she’d return, even if it was just to gut her husband so he knew the pain she’d been through. That thought though was only one of fleeting rage as while she could all too happily attack her husband when in one of her rages, she never ever intended to truly hurt him. She just loved him so damn much it made her crazy; something Peter had perhaps picked up on already having borne witness to some of the darker side of their relationship on more than one occasion. The truth of Peter’s words being ever more obvious perhaps when Enver went to leave having said his peace and instead of first addressing her son, she called out to her husband. “Promised you did for me not to leave Enver! Prefer I would if came back to me you did without the need for me you to summon.” This whole night was quite stressful on her and she was more than a little unhappy with it all. With Enver gone, she tied the sheet about her as best she could before undoing the bandage on her hand and jamming her thumb into the wound to help her remain calm. “Sorry Peter. While talk we must and talk we would have. Mean I did not for you here to bring. Only….” she moved to sit on the bed, Gizmo now following the trailing material, tugging on it with his teeth. “Angry I am that betray you would your identity.”

Peter: Enver left and Peter remained with Keara; Peter was the one who wanted to leave as he had been the one who wasn't actually wanted here. The one who'd been summoned by accident. He did wonder whether Keara and Enver were ever in a state of peace, but he assumed they must be, given Keara's current state. Peter nodded at Keara's words. "How could I not when she noticed my lack of shadow? How was I supposed to explain that to her? I'd prefer you didn't turn this around on me. I'd prefer it if you two got your **** together enough so that you're both not telling your .... your fledglings contradictory things and confusing the hell out of them. It's been hell, I'll have you know," he said.

Enver: Enver hadn't gone far, just topside to get some air, even though he didn't need any air. He just needed to think and get away from, well, his wife. Sure, she told him, but people have told him lots of stuff, like that stuff about the crow guy. With the crow being defeated it only proved that Enver had been right all along. Why couldn't he have thought that what was in her was something else than what a few elders whispered about? He heard her call, but Enver ignored it. He wondered if she could summon him if he wanted to stay away from her. Not that he didn't trust his wife or love her, but no way in hell was he going back down there to get ragged on again by the both of them and be made to feel like an idiot. "Like to see you try." He muttered as Enver took a long drag in off his cigarette and put his feet down harder on the wood surface above, as if that would keep him planted there.

Keara: “Turning this around I am not. Summoned here you were as angry I was…am…that you her this so soon told. Know I do not how explain that you could. If capable you are to lie, said you could have that shadow you had and that saw it just fine you did. Issue for me that would have been…but for you…likely not. Certainly no issue for Enver that would be. And angry I am at him for advice that given you he has, as told me he did not. Correct his words I cannot if he me this does not tell. But that happen shall. Recount he cannot by heart every word that says he does when with him I am not. Understand you must that Enver and I very different are. Think alike we often do not. But matters that does not to us. Agree we can for differing opinions to have. In some ways that us stronger makes. Only…sometimes…” she sighed, a longer pause falling in the midst of her ramblings, as she patted the bed next to her for Peter to come and sit by her. “Sometimes feel we both do that correct we are. Therein confusion you will find. Enver this time learned has that wrong he was. That creature inside me a fadebeast is. Knew that I did. Knew that he did not…Till few days ago.”

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

Peter: Peter approached as if to sit, but he didn't. Not when she mentioned the word 'fadebeast'. It was still something that he had not seen, and so perhaps appeared all the worse because of his overactive imagination. He imagined the alien out of the Alien movies, all silvery gnashing teeth and too-long claws. He shuddered, the bile again threatening to rise in his throat as he imagined having done this to Jersey. "As far as I'm aware I'm fully capable of lying, but I'm not very good at it. Never have been. She'd already seen a fadebeast. She works for a vampire. She knew about the zombies. It was only a matter of time," he said.

Enver: With the lack of Keara summoning him, Enver assumed that she couldn't summon him. A cheeky grin fell on his features as he recognized her lack of ability to do that, wondering how he managed to do that. He looked out at the dark waters that hit the side of the boat slowly, hearing some ice chunks scrape against the side of the boat from time to time as he kept smoking his cigarette. As he walked, the male took heavy, small steps, making sure he could stay topside so Keara could do whatever she wanted to do with Peter. He wasn't getting in to one of those arguments with her again, on top of the others he knew were sure to come tonight.

Keara: For now she’d pushed all thought of her husband from her mind. After all she hadn’t spoken to another soul for quite some time…least not face to face and Deanna didn’t count, at least not as far as Keara was concerned. “Perhaps. Perhaps not.” She kept her focus on Peter. “Enver’s thrall for him two full years did work and knew she did not his secret. Perhaps need I do for you in the foundation to enrol. Therein learn you can a little more of what we are. Though foundation finished as yet is not. Least not to standard that I think it should be. Library works still requires. Though…grow it shall in time. Hope for that I do. Fledglings then us can help for the newer generations to educate.” She patted the bed again. “Come. Please. And by me sit.” She stopped playing with the wound on her hand and began to bandage it once more, as for now at least, she felt relatively at peace.

Peter: Peter kept his eyes steadfastly averted from the wound that Keara had been playing with, though he realised that her blood was a lot like his own. It wasn't really blood. It was something entirely different. Something he didn't particularly care to think about. Regardless, he relaxed when she covered the wound back up again, finally moving to sit beside Keara. He had to struggle to keep his eyes from the protrusion of her belly, too - had to stop imagining whatever it was squirming around inside of it. "Sure. Whatever you think is best," Peter said. He wasn't exactly a stubborn man and in this life, he was impressionable - in the exact way that Enver had said he meant the opposite of. Most nights he still woke up just a little terrified, wondering what new thing he might discover. He knew less than he wanted to, and was likely to listen and absorb everything and anything anyone else told him. Which was why he found it difficult, flipping between Keara and Enver. He swallowed, and then turned wide eyes to Keara. "You can't kill her. I won't let you," he said. At least, in this, he was not malleable.

Keara: “Huh?” It wasn’t a phrase she said very often but it was apt for the moment. “Kill who?” There was a brief pause while her brain kicked into gear and realised that he was talking about his female friend. A rather odd smile graced her lips as she worked this out as while she was quite sure Peter would try to stop her from killing his playmate, she knew his chances at succeeding were slim as she was a little more powerful than he was. “That not entirely true is,” she said the self-assured smirk on her face disappearing. “If wanted to kill her. Likely do that I could. Stop me you could not. No more than Enver Hannah from me could protect. So phrase that differently you should. Like I do not to be told that do something I cannot. As try then I shall for the statement to disprove. If wish you do for me her not to harm. Ask that of me you should. While care for frail creature I do not…Care for you I do. And that all that to me does matter. Me and mine.” She reached out to try and stroke his face with the back of her fingers, her hand curled slightly. It wasn’t a gesture she did often, in fact she only recalled ever having done it to one other person once, of course that wasn’t including Enver, with whom she was much more intimately acquainted. This to her was a sign of the growth she’d been through since meeting her husband and something she would never be able to thank him enough for, as he truly had brought out a side of her she didn’t know existed.

Peter: The gesture of affection was unexpected. Peter did not flinch away but stayed exactly was he was; he wasn't a touchy-feely person at the best of times, but even he knew, when he did not know Keara all that well, that it was somewhat out of the ordinary. He wasn't sure he'd even ever seen her intimate with her husband, and then he was certain he hadn't actually ever seen her with anyone else. Maybe he was wrong. Still. He wasn't stubborn when it came to people pulling rank; he knew his place, and would do what was needed to protect the things that he cared about. "Please, then. Please don't kill her. I can trust her. We all can, I promise you that," he said. That fleeting expression on Keara's face had frightened him, and he wasn't about to test her.

Keara: She pulled her hand back and placed it in her lap. She didn’t quite expect his words to be as they were but they were more than good enough for her. “Learn you shall how best something of me you can ask Peter. And ask you can anything. Promise you that I do. Afraid of me you need never be. Lie to you I never shall. Just aware you must be that like I do a challenge and like I do not to be told that something I cannot do, when know I do that I that can do. If that sense makes? Enver that understands…when suits him it does…” she laughed softly. “Which reminds me does…” she held up her hand to Peter as if to excuse herself but all she did was close her eyes for a moment. ‘Enver? Hear you up there I can. Will you return to us…Please?’ Her tone to her husband was soft and showed no sign of the hostility she’d felt when he’d left, something that would hopefully lure him back to her.

Enver: Enver was sitting on the stern of the boat by the time she entered his mind. His cigarette had been finished some time ago, but Enver wasn't in any hurry to get back down below. He snorted and shook his head. "Please my ***. Think I know you better than that by now." Enver made no attempt to move, outside of looking around the dock area as he pocketed the remains of his cigarette.

Peter: Peter opened his mouth to respond - to perhaps apologise for his former tone, and to explain that it was unprecedented and entirely unexpected, the sudden feelings he had for Jersey. But his words stuck in his throat as Keara raised a hand - silencing him. He waited for Keara to finish whatever it was she was doing. "I don't want to challenge you and I'd prefer not to be challenged myself," Peter said. "She just means a lot to me, is all," he added, still wondering what it was Keara had done and whether he was interrupting her.

Keara: “Challenge you I shall in other ways,” she said looking back to him. “Sick you shall be for this to hear. But believe I do that we each our own path must walk. While agree with direction that take you do I may not. Here I shall always be.” She frowned slightly having said her piece and briefly closed her eyes again to send Enver another message; not that she needed to close her eyes to enter his mind, it just helped her to focus. ‘Prefer I would if returned to me freely you did. Promised you did for that to do and well…summon I shall a fadebeast for Peter to see. Protect me you may need too…As move so quickly now I cannot.’ He’d made no move to re-join them and she had to do something to get his attention and she was more than willing to follow through on her threat, in fact the moment she thought it, she was almost certain of what a great idea it was, as Enver too could do with a little beastly practise. (Or so she though).

Enver: Yeah, right. Said you were going to birth that monster out in you and kill it, so I'm sure if you summoned it, and that's a big if, you could manage to kill it now. Since you're so damn confident and got it all figured out. Enver grumbled in his mind, or probably both of theirs before he reached in to his coat and pulled out another cigarette. I'll wait till you're through with your childe and he leaves. Was he being an ***? Probably. But he wasn't about to argue in front of Peter. Or argue with the both of them.

Peter: Peter didn't know why Keara thought that her confirmation of being there for him should make him sick. But it was a comfort to think that, regardless of what advice she may give him, and regardless of whether he would follow it, she would still be there for him if he needed her. Peter couldn't remember the last time he felt so secure - probably when he was kid, when he still trusted everything his parents told him. The true sign of growing up is when you no longer agree with your parents - when you realise they're wrong, sometimes. They aren't the be all and end all. Although Peter knew this about Keara and Enver - as much as he might joke, he did not actually consider them to be his 'parents' - he knew that they could not both be right, it was still a comfort. He knew that he would have to figure some things out on his own, and that was okay. He nodded. "Thank you."

Keara: “Sometimes…Swear I do that wishes he does my patience to test. Do I shall something now for his attention to get…But first…if you Gizmo for me could fetch. Want I do not for him harmed to be…And in the corner of the room stand. Matters not which corner but a corner you should choose.” If he was going to be an ***, she was going to let the creature have its fun in his boat first and if it happened to damage the integrity of the hull and sink the thing then so be it. All she had to do was keep the creature away from her son and hope for the best.

Enver: There was no response to him, which could mean one of two things. She was distracted by Peter and ignoring him or she was really going to do what she threatened to do. When women were quiet, they were planning something and going to make damn sure they got the message they wanted the receiver to get loud and clear. You wouldn't really do that, yeah? I mean, it'd probably sink my damn boat and everyone in it. Never mind the fact the boat meant a lot to Enver, for sentimental reasons and would end up pissing him off if his boat suddenly found its way at the bottom of the river.

Peter: Peter's mouth snaps shut as Keara asks him to fetch Gizmo and find a corner. The only reason for this strange behaviour, that Peter can glean, is that Keara wished to do something to gain Enver's attention. Reasonable Peter, forever clinging to common sense, did as he was told. But even as he did it - scooped that small, feather-light dog up into his arms and found himself a good corner, he asked: "Why don't we just go up to Enver? I could probably use some fresh air..." And why not? One good way to get Enver's attention was to go and stand right in front of him, right?

Keara: ‘Oh do it I will My Love. Peter deserves does for to see the creature that inside me is. Or its likeness perhaps more accurate would be.’ She replied first to her husband and then to Peter, her words quick and as logical as they could be being that they were her’s and she was a little illogical when it came to Enver. “Oh no. Leave this room I shall not unless I shadows around me do wrap and then see me you shall not. Left he did. So return he must.” Then as if fearing Enver might use a power to try and stop her from casting her own, she summoned the beast into the room with them. It was hideous to behold, it’s twisted form a mass of shadow and gnashing teeth. The moment it materialised Keara summoned her blade into her hands. It wasn’t one she chose to fight with but then she only needed it if her powers failed. Blade in hand, she then cast rigormortis on the creature to keep it temporarily paralysed.

Enver: There was something going on. Outside the remark from his wife. The boat rocked, creaked and groaned as if there was some sort of weight, and significant weight increase inside of it and so the male growled and narrowed his eyes. A hand ran through his hair before he stepped towards the stairs and decided he had no choice but to go below deck and see what the hell his wife was doing (though he was sure what it was she was doing) and make sure Peter wasn't pissing himself with what she probably did. "What the hell are you thinking?" He snapped out as he made his way to the bottom step and saw his wife, Peter, their dog in Peter's hand and sure as ****, a fadebeast right then and there. "Knock it off. You're going to get us all killed." He scowled at her.

Peter: Surely, Peter thought, there would be some other way to get Enver's attention. Even if Keara did not leave the room, Peter could go up and get Enver. He was sure that he could manage such a small feat. He opened his mouth to suggest it, but no words came out. What materialized in front of him was a monster of epic proportions - a thing made of flesh and shadows. A thing that made the boat rock with its weight. Peter shouted and pressed his tall frame tighter into the corner; Gizmo yelped, either because of the fadebeast, or because Peter had suddenly clutched the dog a little too tight. Subconsciously he tried to soothe the creature in his hands, who was now trembling - petter the dog's head and covered its eyes. Peter, of course, did not see the immediate benefit to him. Instead, all he saw was a wife's attempt to get her husband's attention - said husband coming down to tell her that she was going to kill them all. All Peter could see was another bickering argument and the dangers that came with it - especially with these two. He shook his head, and didn't say a word.

Keara: Keara rolled her eyes as Enver returned and immediately began to chastise her in his usual manner. She wasn’t so incapable that she couldn’t control the beast, after all, this one hadn’t ripped its way out of her. She manipulated the darkness about it so that it had trouble seeing its targets, especially since Enver’s entrance into the room had pulled its focus. She knew she had to retrieve a decent weapon and that gun fire would likely attract more attention from the outside than she required and so she paralysed the beast again and summoned a Sidhe to attack it while she retrieved her finest sword from under the bed. While she expected to rest at the boat, she hadn’t come unarmed. So with one hand holding her sheet in place, she advanced on the creature without so much as a word to her husband.

Enver: "Right. So we'll just be over here..." Enver crossed his arms at his chest, eyes on Peter, who looked like, well, he was about to piss himself. "Women." Enver muttered as he stood there, watching the darkness swirl around the room, due to something his wife did, or so he assumed and hoped so. "Don't even know why she's married. Doing everything all herself all the damn time." He grumbled, complaining to himself more than anything, which kept the attention of the beast, even if it was having a hard time seeing, it wasn't having a hard time hearing. When it stepped in his way, Enver seemed to realize that his complaining was drawing attention from the creature, so he snapped his yap shut, looked up, as if he was looking at the ceiling of the boat, only he was looking past that, at least in his mind, focused on where he believed the shadow realm was (though he had heard it was below their feet too), muttered a few words that he didn't speak too often and pointed at the ugly beast thing, indicating something should happen to it. Only, nothing did. Instead there was a wail of some sort, from something unseen as it moved past the fadebeast and disappeared almost as soon as it came in to the bottom of the boat.

Peter: To Peter, it didn't look like Enver had done or was doing anything. To Peter, it looked like Enver was just going to stand there after his admonition of 'you're going to get us all killed'. Peter's brain was in overdrive, and he couldn't think properly. It didn't seem reasonable that Enver should WANT them all to die, but that's certainly what it looked like - and Peter himself was torn. He should drop the dog and try to help, but how? With what? With his bare hands? The whole situation was something right out of a nightmare and Peter was stuck, as if in mud that would not release him. Finally, he found his voice, and he directed it at Enver: "What are you doing? Are you going to help...?" he shouted - only to have the foul creature turn its attention to him, instead.

Keara: She had not been expecting Enver’s help, as he usually left the slaying of things to her; perhaps due to the nature of their initial meeting, or perhaps due to the fact that he knew how much she loved to battle such things. This was quite the challenge if she were honest, to fight the creature one handed and while carrying one of its own. Her dexterity was a little impaired but she didn’t like to admit it. Still, she wasn’t about to let it rip her family apart. She paralysed it again and just in time it would seem, as Enver’s conjured creature took a swipe at it. Peter’s words drew the attention of both his sire and her creature. As it moved towards him she panicked ever so slightly and thrust her sword into its form, twisted it and yanked it out through its side. The fadebeast flailed and turned his attention to her, at which point she dropped the sheet she was holding, thrust the sword through it again and reached out with her free hand to burn the small piece of flesh she manage to lay her hand on.

Enver: "Do something? My bag of tricks is sort of running out, kid." Enver scowled at Peter, feeling a bit useless as he failed to raise a vampire to do his bidding, which, he really couldn't blame the thing. Enver sure wouldn't want to do anything for anyone either unless he wanted to. He could see his wife's fighting wasn't what it usually was, something he figured had to do with her size. "Gun, had my gun somewhere." Enver muttered looking around, realizing the gun was on the opposite side of the room and he'd have to pass the beast and his wife to get it. "Right. Doing something." Enver locked his eyes on the fadebeast as his fingers slowly curved inwards, forming a set of claws on each hand, charged at the thing and shoved both of them in its back, while distracted with Keara and Peter.

Peter: Peter felt absolutely useless, shoving himself so far against the wall that he may as well try to push himself through it. Enver had been momentarily at a loss, and now had thrown himself at the beast with bared claws - Peter felt like a coward, pushing Enver into something that he might not come out of alive. And if Enver had fumbled, than what the hell could Peter do? Although Peter wasn't the kind of guy with a huge ego, and was the kind of person to happily admit to his faults, even he did not like to have his masculinity stripped from him. Even he did not like feeling like there was nothing he could do to help. All he could do was stand there and watch, his shock and awe delaying the realisation that Keara was, again, naked.

Keara: She didn’t want Enver anywhere near the creature. If she couldn’t kill it in the state she was in, she stood no chance of being able to put up a fight after it had birthed itself in its own unique fashion. With Enver practically on its back she had to be careful with her blade and so she threw it backwards and began to claw at the beast herself in a similar fashion to her husband. She was much less likely to harm him using her hands, or so she reasoned. “Required your help I did not,” she growled at her husband. The rage she felt at the situation as it now was fuelling the hurried movements; her claws carving through the beast with relative ease. It was paralysed again, which helped her to avoid the gnashing teeth and razor claws that were all too intent on tearing at her own flesh.

Enver: He scoffed. Was she really going to do this, right now? "Maybe not, but I want the dam thing off my boat before it topples us over." He yanked a clawed hand out of the back of the beast, used one of his feet as an anchoring point to pull the other clawed hand out. "Done playing with it?" He walked away from the thing and her, backwards just in case she did require his help after all.

Peter: The dog had started to struggle in Peter's grasp. His one command, really, had been to keep the dog safe and so he rearranged his hold on the tiny thing. This, of course, meant that the dog was now able to see everything. Still trembling, it started to bark, yaps shrill and insistent. Gizmo, too, wanted to have a go at the fadebeast in the middle of the room. What was it with dogs thinking they can take on things bigger than they are? Having clued on to the fact that the creature was attracted to noise, Peter did his best to try to get the dog to shut up.

Keara: Enver’s reply, along with Gizmo’s barking caused the creature to try and turn to get at them, even with a target before him, the noisier ones seemed to be the ones it wanted more. Perhaps it sensed that of the three vampires gathered in the room, Peter was the weakest and therefore its best chance at a meal. Its thoughts however were not long lived, if had any real thoughts it in fact did, as Keara plunged her hands deeper and deeper into the thing. She was so intent on ripping the damn thing apart, she didn’t even acknowledge the fact that Enver had spoken. Eventually she did enough damage to the thing to cause it to come apart, leaving little more than a collection of bones and blood on the carpet before her. Her hand were stained with black ooze that was smeared half way up her arms, showing just how up close and personal she’d gotten to the thing. With the threat having passed, she shook her hands out, turned on her heals and headed for the bathroom.

Enver: "Great. Will have to rip the carpet up." Enver muttered with a shake of his head as he watched her walk away. He didn't really know how to put his claws back, it was something he was still working out, but he didn't let anyone know that as he turned to face Peter. "You alright?" He then looked at the dog. "Think you can let him go now." He would have grabbed for the dog, but thought better of it. He sure didn't want to stab Gizmo, or kill him, even if the thing was an annoying beast itself. "So, we're never going to talk about you seeing Keara naked. Never happened." He turned his body to look at Peter directly, instead of to the side as he said that, his eyes locked on Peter's face.

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Peter: "Fine," Peter said, more in regards to Enver's statement that they would never talk about Keara naked, rather than to his question about his wellbeing. Peter did finally put the dog down, the ball of fur happy to free and bouncing around the place like it was on crack. "You two should get your **** sorted out," Peter said, his voice a little shaky. He was aware of which door Enver had come through, and thus which door would be his exit. Sure, he was glad that he had now seen a fadebeast and knew what to look for - but he was also certain that he could have been introduced to the creature in a more reasonable manner, and not as part of some argument between Enver and Keara. "I'll be around, if you guys ever want to talk to me when not in the middle of an argument," he said. There was the urge to swear, but he didn't. His voice, even if it did shake, was somewhat calm. He then strode toward the exit, intent on leaving the mess and the arguing married couple behind, so as not to be drawn into any other sordid activities.

Keara: Gizmo was tentatively sniffing around the remains when Keara re-emerged. She’d wiped her hands clean, the claws having retracted and had even had the presence of mind to wrap a towel about her. “Like I would if stay you will. Promise I can for with Enver now not to argue, if that your decision will sway. Wish I do not for you to leave so soon after what done I did. While Enver and I argue we do. Always do we our peace find. Long I cannot mad with him stay…usually.” She was talking to Peter but she glanced at Enver a couple of times while speaking, mainly as she wanted to gauge how mad he was with her.

Enver: "Yeah. Well, she is hormonal." Enver didn't really make an excuse for his behavior at what Peter had said, but was trying to make one for Keara. After all, she was his sire. When Peter left, or so he assumed as he was busy looking at the remains the dog was sniffing around in, Enver shooed the dog away with his foot, groaned, thinking about what a pain in the *** it was going to be to clean up all the blood and bones, headed to what would be a very, very small kitchen set up and grabbed some plastic bags to start cleaning what he could up before the dog ate it and got sick.

Peter: Peter paused by the doorway, gazing longingly up to the exit that he so wished to make. Keara was behind him somewhere, though, asking him to stay. And, because hew as a reasonable person, he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do you want me to stay? So that you can explain to me what you did and why, when those are things you probably should have told me before you did it?" Peter asked, gaze shifting between Keara and Enver. He itched to help clean up the mess, always amenable and ready to help, but he remained where he was, steadfast, holding his ground.

Keara: Enver was mad at her, she knew that. He didn’t even look at her, in fact it seemed as if he were ignoring her completely and while that probably wasn’t the case, it was how it felt to her. She crossed the room and sat on the bed, patting her leg for Gizmo to come to her before rather awkwardly leaning down around her own stomach to pick the thing up and set him beside her in the bed. Peter at least replied to her, even if his words showed his own frustration. “Yes,” she admitted her faults. “Explained first I should have and while my husband have you believe would that my mood upon hormones can be blamed. Wrong in that he is. Like I do not when leaves me he does and knows that he does. A fool I am in love and even when annoyed with me he is or am with him am, his fool I am. Know I do that likely that explanation you happy will not make Peter but the truth it is. The creature summoned was not purely for him though. Wanted I did for to show the creature that in me is. Told me you did that Jersey such a beast had seen. Now seen one too you have. Never would I have allowed for it you to harm. Either of you.”

Enver: Enver groaned as a hand smacked his face and pulled down on it. Peter probably would have accepted the hormone excuse and left it at that, but to him it seemed like his wife might have made things worse for the both of them with Peter. He listened, tossing a few bits of fadebeast in to the bag, not commenting on anything, except to raise his head at the mention of her being a fool when it came to him, his eyes narrowing at that, before he shook his head and went back to work on picking up the mess on his boat. Steam cleaning the carpet probably wouldn't do anything, so Enver was resigned to the fact that he'd have to replace this carpeting that just got replaced less than a handful of years ago.

Peter: Peter was shaking his head, though he didn't speak until Keara had finished. "No, no. Not again. don't give me that excuse again. How old are you? And you, too?" he asked, turning sharp eyes to Enver, who was on his knees on the floor, cleaning up the goop. "You're acting like teenagers, blind to everyone else but each other. Sure, yes, I know, that might not be the case but, you should know, that's how it appears. You need to take some responsibility and realise that the way you act with each other, it's not just confined to the two of you but has a ripple effect, effecting everyone around you," the words came from him in an angry, frustrated rush, and he almost couldn't believe that he had to say them. Not to these two. "I can accept that you were trying to teach me something, but you could have done it out in a clearing somewhere, telling me, first, what the hell you were going to do. This, this, wasn't fun," he said, gesturing to the gooey mess on the floor in front of them.

Keara: He still wouldn’t look at her and a part of her wanted to go over there and kick him or shout at him to force him to look at her but she’d promised not to argue with him while Peter as there she was going to keep that promise. Now being chastised by her childe, she hung her head. She had no idea how she came across to other but then she and Enver were rarely in the company of others and when they were she usually did try to behave. She bit her lip and tried not to let the situation get to her. Her husband was upset with her, her childe was upset with her and there was a good chance she was going to die when the parasite decided to emerge; a fact she was more than acutely aware of now she’d had to fight one in her current state. “I…I…” she sighed softly and closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how to respond. “Try I can for to change. But this way we never are in front of others…Are we?” She knew Enver likely wouldn’t answer her but she wanted to know as much as she wanted him to back her up. “And know I do not why say you should that better we should know? New this all is to me. Very new.” Her voice was soft, almost apologetic and she wasn’t looking at either of them now, instead she was trying to look at her feet as she wiggled her toes for something to do, her hands planted either side of her on the bed. She felt ashamed of herself and her behaviour and wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do next.

Enver: Cleaning up the mess wasn’t really all that easy for Enver being his hands were still clawed, but it kept him busy and the sooner he cleaned the mess up, the better he'd feel about it. He half listened to Peter's words while he cleaned up, until Peter started in on Keara. He could take Peter's judgement on him, but his wife? Not so much. "Now wait just a minute." He stood up, tossing the bag to the ground casually. "That's your sire, true enough. But news flash, they aren't ******* perfect just because they sire someone." He was ignoring Keara for the most part, because he didn't know the answer to the question she asked, and Peter had his full attention. "You ever been in love before, mate? Remember what it's like if you have? Maybe you were a teenager when it happened, but this, this hasn't happened for her before. So she's a bit behind on things. You want to talk **** about me? Go right ahead. I'm used to it and don't give a rats ***, but she deserves a little respect on things and understanding." As he talked, he walked closer and closer to Peter. "Maybe it's my fault she's acting like this, so keep it at me and let her sort **** out. And she is hormonal too. No person with ha-out hormones raging would have summoned a ******* fadebeast on a boat."

Peter: Though the two of them may have joked about things, in this moment Peter saw Enver not as someone who had been a vampire for longer, but as a man who was Peter's age, or thereabouts. The guy didn't intimidate Peter, not when he was trying to reason with them. It wasn't Enver himself that caused the emotional twitch, but the question that he asked. "I was in love," he said. "I wasn't a teenager, either. She was pregnant. Maybe as far along as Keara, here," Peter said, gesturing. "But she died. Because I couldn't protect her. And now I'm here, hiding from my problems. And the way you two act? It's not just a danger to me - because apparently I'm special - " he rolled his gaze over to Keara, having heard that they weren't this way in front of others, just in front of Peter, "It's a danger to the two of you. To her. You say she's hormonal, so don't react to it. Don't walk away from her, and don't let her summon a fadebeast on a boat in her current state. Or you'll lose her. And trust me, you don't want that," Peter said, his focus now entirely on Enver.

Keara: She didn’t look up from her toes as Enver spoke and Gizmo, sensing she needed comforting, had come to lay by her left hand, his little head resting on the back of it. She kept her eyes closed as the two of them exchanged words and was a little taken back by what Peter said as he had previously told her he hadn’t been in love before and now here he was saying he had. She believed him in what he said now, as she had then, his words filled with the emotion of someone that had been in pain. This was all her fault. She’d summoned him to them and right into the middle of their argument. Summoning the fadebeast too had been somewhat of a spur of the moment decision, made more out of desperation perhaps than anger. She shook her head and much to Gizmo’s dismay pulled her hands to her face. “Please,” she said speaking between her hands before they fell in her lap with frustration. “Can we argue not. No need is there for us all thusly to one another to speak.”

Enver: Enver stopped walking in Peter's direction when he admitted to being in love with someone and losing her. Not that he doubted Peter had been in love at some point given his apparent age, but as peter kept talking and said something about losing Keara, the very thing he was trying to prevent. He cleared his throat, nodded his head and looked at Keara, still nodding his head. "Yeah. Alright." He said before he sighed. "Got a mess to clean up anyways." He muttered then went back to it after heading back to the pile.

Peter: Peter's brow furrowed at Keara, concerned. She did look emotional, especially with her hands covering her face, as if she were about to break down crying. Peter was humbled by the sight. Enver's lack of argument helped to clear Peter's head, and in that moment of silence he remembered everything Keara had told him - not in sequence, but crashing into his skull like an awful and sudden realisation. The nightmare that he had just witnessed was what was living in Keara's stomach; it would tear itself out of her, and would harbour no love for its mother. It would try to consume her. Peter swallowed, hard - unable to properly comfort her, he, too, dropped to the floor and snatched a plastic bag from Enver, helping to clean up the mess.

Keara: He’d looked at her. If her heart beat it would have skipped at that moment, as even that small gesture meant the world to her. The fact that they both called a truce and began working together helped to ease her mind slightly and Gizmo, sensing a change in the air barked in his own pathetically cute little manner, as if wanting to agree with the guys and go get stuck in himself. He was padding at the edge of the bed and so Keara set him on the floor. “That my mess is,” she said with a sigh. “Allow you should for me that to clear away…when done we all with our conversation, as sure I am that words still spoken must be.” The same apologetic tone could be heard in her voice, and while she did feel guilty for what she’d done she didn’t yet move to help them as she still hoped that they would set the mess aside and come talk.

Enver: "Not really sure it's just your mess." Enver pointed out as he more or less shovelled some more sludge in the bag, sighed and shook his head. New carpet it'd have to be, so no point wasting his time trying to make something happen that wasn't going to happen. "Sorry to hear about your lady. Wouldn't have asked if I knew." Enver cleared his throat as he looked down at Peter. "Sorry you got in the middle of this too." His eyes moved to his wife. "Sorry for leaving." Even though Enver didn't really feel he had left, just going on deck, it wasn't worth arguing anymore to him.

Peter: No sooner had Peter got started trying to help clean up then he was told to stop. Enver stopped, too. Peter had managed to pile a couple of large handfuls of sludge into the plastic bag, and now had the stinking mess all over his hand. He held the hand out in front of him, ignoring it. He gave a lamentable shrug as he fell back on his backside on a clean part of the floor, arm resting on his knee so that his hand wouldn't dirty the rest of him. "It's fine. I don't like to talk about it," he said. Enver shouldn't have been expected to know, because no one did. No one here, in Harper Rock, anyway.

Keara: They stopped but made no movement to clean themselves up and so Keara got up and disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged a moment or so later with two damp washcloths and a handtowel. As she spoke to them in turn, she handed them a washcloth each and then waited to offer the handtowel to Peter first to dry his hands on, since there was a good chance Enver was going to shred the thing when he tried to dry his claws. “Understand I do the desire of of your past not to speak. And sorry too I am for your loss,” she said Peter before turning her attention to Enver. “And…” she briefly bit her lip before continuing, “Mean I did not for this mess to cause…For your boat to ruin…Thinking I was not. Know you do how I get.” It wasn’t by any means an excuse, although it did perhaps sound like one, though it was just kind of their way.

Enver: Enver took the cloth and did the best he could all things considered. He really needed to figure out how to control some things. Or more specifically powers on paths he really didn't understand. Enver almost scoffed when Keara mentioned understanding Peter not wanting to talk about his past, but he gritted his teeth instead. "It's fine. Carpet's a cheap fix." He shrugged, thinking about some places he knew he could get some at in the city. "It's just things." While he was still annoyed he'd have to buy some new carpeting, the idea of losing Keara was something he was more focused on. Because it was a cold, hard reality and damn good possibility.

Peter: <i>Just things,</i> Enver said. A sentiment that Peter could relate to. He'd had to give up a lot of things in the past. A lot of people, too. Now, should his cabin burn to the ground he probably wouldn't care too much, so long as Jersey and the dogs were outside and safe. Maybe he'd lament for the books, but they could always be replaced. Just like the carpet. It's the people that couldn't really be replaced, and Peter knew he wasn't doing that now. Jersey was not a replacement for Caroline. Jersey was something different. Someone different. Aware that his thoughts had meandered, Peter cleared his throat and focused on Keara - he'd cleaned his hands as best he could but still felt like he wanted a hot shower. He nodded to Keara. "Thank you," he said, both for the hand towel and for her sentiment.

Keara: Keara realised the error she had made in handing the cloth to Enver when she noted how he struggled to clean himself up and so she reached out and took it back from him. She looked up into his eyes, giving him a soft and apologetic smile before she began cleaning his hand and claws for. He knew she only did these things because she loved him so much, at least she hoped he knew that. He drove her to the edge of insanity but always brought her back again, eventually. “Most welcome you are,” she replied, looking over at Peter briefly.

Enver: His gaze moved towards her, or more so her face as Keara started to tend to him. He grinned when he saw her smile, then sighed at the whole series of events that night. "I'm ahh, well, these things usually sort themselves out." It was true. Somehow Enver always went back to 'normal' or whatever that was for a vampire, when time passed or something helped him sort out how to fix things. "But, thanks." He kept his gaze on his wife, as if Enver had forgotten Peter was there, even though the guy had just talked a few seconds ago. "Could always pick out some new carpeting later. Since she's ours. The boat." Enver clarified after he cleared his throat, then looked around the thing to see if any other damage could be seen and if so, how much it'd cost to fix.

Peter: Again, Peter felt the distinct urge to leave. Not because of anger or resentment, but because he was aware of that tender look that passed between husband and wife; he was aware that he had just witnessed them making up after a fight. And he was aware of the kinds of things that couples like to get up to after making up - and that these two might like to get up to, regardless of Keara's state. "Do you need me to stick around to help clean up or....?" he trailed off, thinking he should stay to help clean up but giving them a reason to tell him to leave should they want to be alone.

Keara: She was easily lost in his eyes and when he said they could choose the carpet together, her smile grew and she even dared to show her fangs a little. “Like that I would,” she replied before she began the task of cleaning up his other hand. As Peter spoke, she tore her eyes away from Enver but paused for a moment before speaking, as she had to consider what it was that had brought him there and if everything had been said. “I…erm…Oh! Peter. Ask you I must for our secret to keep. Know you do that meant I did not for you here to bring and well…,” she looked down at her stomach, “Meant we did not for any this to know. Speak of it with no-one. Please? Want I do not for anyone to know that this happened has.”

Enver: Peter was talking. Enver looked away from Keara, only because she looked away first probably due to the fact that Peter spoke. Enver looked at Peter, then looked away again, feeling sort of like a dick for forgetting he was there, but it was hard to really think of anything else around Keara, no matter what the situation was. She was always the first and last thing he thought about whenever he did something, or even when he wasn't doing much of anything. When she talked about keeping their secret, his gaze hardened as he stared at the flooring before his stare moved back to Peter. "This wasn't really expected." His eyes moved to Keara, or more so her enlarged stomach. "And while Keara and I will make sure everything turns out alright-if the wrong people found out..." He didn't finish the sentence, mostly because it didn't need to be finished in his mind and because his teeth started to clench together thinking of what some people might do. To her, if they knew.

Peter: Peter stood, brushing his hands against his pants as if trying to rid them of any lingering, festering muck. Keara stopped him in his tracks, telling him to keep their secret. At first he didn't understand. His brows furrowed into a hard frown, and he even opened his mouth to ask the question why? So that they could save themselves some face? So that they could keep the upper hand when telling their childer what not to do? The angry questions subsided as Enver chimed in, however, and Peter felt ashamed for thinking that either of them would deliberately keep this to themselves for such petty reasons. Although Peter wasn't too sure who the wrong people were and what they would do were they to find out, he didn't ask those questions either. Instead, he just nodded. "Sure, I won't say a word," he promised. And then, with a crooked smile: "Just try not to summon me in the heat of an argument again," he added.

Keara: “Promise that I can. That try I shall for that not to do. But sometimes powers a mind of their own seem to have,” she said looking back to Enver as she said that. Keara had more than her fair share of power mishaps herself but her husband definitely had her beat when it came to losing control of them and he would likely have agreed to that, mentally, as she couldn’t see him ever verbalising that fact even if he was the only one in the room, such was his pride.

Enver: "Don't worry about me. I can't do that trick." Enver held up his clawed hands with a short chuckle. "But thanks. Means a lot that you won't go blabbing. Not that I thought you did or would. Just, well, you know." Enver looked at his wife then. Enver didn't really put a lot of thought in to his own life, but her life, to him meant everything and the idea of someone else ending it for some lame *** story, or fear they instilled in to everyone (they being the elders), didn't sit right with him.

Peter: Peter nodded again. "Okay. Uhm. Well I'll go and leave you guys to it. I hope everything... everything goes... okay," he said with another curt not before turning for the door. He stopped, just before heading up the stairs. The expression that he gave them both was stern. "And quit fighting so much, would you?" he said, shaking his head before bounding up the steps in order to get off the boat as quickly as possible. He didn't much like being so near a large body of water, even if the boat was sturdy enough.

Keara: She was going to thank him herself but he was gone almost as quickly as he’d arrived. With the room now theirs once more, she hugged her husband tightly. “Love you I do even when fighting we are. Know that you do…yes?” she asked. This was likely a sentiment she’d expressed more than once but it seemed like the right time to re-iterate that fact. As she held him close Gizmo barked his disapproval only to be met with a gunky washcloth to his face, as Keara threw it on his head in an effort to silence him.

Enver: He watched Peter head out and then shifted his sole attention back to his wife. He nodded, still grinning before his eyes held an all too familiar twinkle to them that she only got to see. "You heard him. We should stop arguing so much." Enver scooted closer to his wife, ignoring the dog. Wasn't like he was getting hurt and the dog was smart enough to get away if he wanted or needed to. The male snagged a quick kiss from his wife before he finished his train of thought. "Should spend our time on other things. That are enjoyable."

Keara: She bit her lower lip and gazed up at him with a smile that was all his. “Yes. Good advice that is. Have you any specific things for us in mind?” she asked dropping the towel she had wrapped around her earlier.

Enver: Enver slowly nodded as he swatted the dog away. "I'm sure I've got something up my sleeves." With a waggle of his brows, Enver took the advice Peter gave them to heart, and quite literally, deciding this was the best way he'd rather spend his time with his wife.