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

This RP takes place on Thursday 13th March 2014.

Enver: Enver looked at his wife and then at her stomach and frowned. "You named that thing?" Just a few nights ago she wanted it out of her and now she was picking out names. He yanked her out of the tub and tossed her over his shoulder to make their way back in their room. "Don't know what's gotten in to you, but you can't be naming that damn thing." He scowled as Enver set her down on the bed as best and as gentle as he could. Then he gave her a good, solid shake. "Keara. Focus. When did you eat last?"

Keara: She whimpered as she was thrown over his shoulder; for one the pressure on her stomach made her uncomfortable and on the other, her skin clung to his clothing, pulling at the scarring it was in contact with and aggravating the wounds. “Eat?” she asked, unable to focus on him, half thankful for being shaken as that meant he had a grip on her and she wasn’t about to fall off the bed. She looked down at her hands, as she tried to focus on the question. “Two…” was the only reply he got to that question, not that when she last ate was the issue; the issue was the amount of blood she’d lost in the one night they’d been apart from one another.

Enver: "Two days?" He growled and gave her a shake again. Even if it wasn't going to do anything and Enver knew it too. Still, he was hopeful something would be shaken the right way and she'd be right again. "Right. You lie down right there." Enver pushed her shoulders in a manner that more or less forced his wife to lay down before he disappeared quickly, then set off the camera and sensor and reappeared again. "Got some blood for you." Enver tossed two bags on the bed, moved in front of her and sat her back up again. With one hand on her, the other grabbed for a bag, brought it to his mouth and ripped it open. "Bottoms up." He moved it to her mouth and waited. If she didn't take it, he had no issues forcing it.

Keara: She wasn’t very comfortable on the bed what with having been shaken and shoved back on the bed. When he returned, it was quite clear that she hadn’t moved in any way and she didn’t fight him when he sat her back up again either. She felt like some sort of ragdoll being thrown around all over the place and when he offered her the blood, she wanted to take it but couldn’t raise her hands high enough to grab the bag from him.

Enver: He noticed her lack of movement when it came to the blood bag. He sighed as his frown deepened. "Don't suppose you can open your mouth?" He shook his head. Not really giving her the option to give an answer, because he didn't expect a concise one. Enver put the bag in his mouth so he could free a hand and then gently pried her mouth open as best as he could, as wide as he could. "Going to have to tip your head back." He said before he did it and then brought the bag from his lips to hers and started pouring it in at what he considered was a slow, reasonable pace.

Keara: She was as compliant as she could be, if trying to swallow the blood once it was being poured into her mouth could be seen as being compliant. He spluttered a bit when he poured in too much and tried to stop herself from spraying them both in the gloopy, red liquid.

Enver: When it seemed he poured too much, Enver pulled the bag away and looked at how much was in it. "You're not even drinking it." He frowned, crumpled the bag in his hand and tossed it to the ground while a curse left his lips. A few more things were muttered, something about her being stubborn, something about fadebeasts and something about nothing ever being easy. He sighed, looked at her face, more so her eyes to see if she had anything going on up there and if she was coming around before Enver closed his eyes and focused on assisting his wife in raising her blood, even just a little bit.

Keara: She couldn’t hear the mumbled words, as she could barely focus on what he said to her face. She’d swallowed the blood as best she could and that wasn’t good enough for him. He boosted her blood and this, mixed with the blood bag did begin to rouse her back from whatever dark and lonely plain she’d been on. “Thank you,” she whispered, as she looked into his eyes. As rough as he had been with her since finding her crumpled on the bathroom floor, she knew he loved her and even if it had taken him some time ot work out what she needed, he was still there and he was still trying.

Enver: Progress. Even if it was a little with just a few words. Two words. Two words that had some sense to them. He wasn't even going to bother with the second blood bag, believing that he was more effective by using the few necromancer tricks her knew. So, Enver tried again, this time his eyes locked on hers as he waited for what he hoped would be positive results again.

Keara: She was aware of him playing with her energies or manipulating her blood flow. Whatever it was he was doing, it made her feel better. She’d not had her blood healed in a very long time and while it was not unlike boosting her own blood, it somehow feel different to have someone else do it. Slowly, she began to feel better and as she realised what he was doing, it dawned on her that she had that power too and that she could in fact help herself. And so she boosted her blood a couple of times before reaching for the second blood bag, tearing into it and drinking it down as quickly as she could.

Enver: She was getting back to normal. Or was she? He wasn't sure what to make of her drinking the blood bag, willingly. The two didn't share a love for feeding from blood bags, so to see her do that, made Enver scoot a step back and give his wife a good once over. "You, alright?" He asked her, his question long and drawn out as he asked that, still looking her over. "You back?"

Keara: “Back?” she asked as she finished the bag, letting her and its contents fall into her lap. “Did I somewhere go?” She looked down at her form and noticed his name all over her. Keara was vaguely aware of what she’d done and yet the events of the last few days seemed hazy at best. “Know I do not why I this did.”

Enver: "Went somewhere. Not real sure where, but you sure weren't yourself." He looked her over again. "Not physically." Enver shrugged his shoulders and looked at his name all over her body. "Think you can heal any of those?" He rubbed at his name on her upper thigh and shook his head.

Keara: She shook her head. “Mind I do not for your name there to see…or there…or there… “she laughed softly as she pointed to different etchings of his name. “I…well…” she went quiet for a moment as she remembered more of what she’d done and why she’d done it. “Do I to you matter?” she asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it as she wasn’t sure his recent behaviour showed it.

Enver: Enver stood and looked down at her. He couldn't believe she was asking him something that he was sure she had known long before they got married. "What?" He ran a hand through his hair as his brows knitted together. "If I didn't, would I be here?" He asked her coolly, clearing his throat to keep from saying something more that would be more or less a tangent.

Keara: “Cruel to me be you can…Least…feels it does to me that cruel you are. Mattered did to me what River did. Took me seriously in that you did not. And…hurt it did.” She began tracing his name with her index finger. “Hurt it does…Know I do not how these things fee should. Strong emotions. Too much for me are. And well…lecture me you do, in place of me to help.” While the words themselves were perhaps unkind in places, she didn’t say any of it with any malice, in fact her voice was still soft and it was laced with uncertainty and sadness.

Enver: He sighed and shook his head. Back to this argument. "I helped you now." He pointed out before he looked away. "Didn't say it didn't matter. But it's whatever. What do you want me to do and I'll do it?" Enver wasn't going down this road again and watch it result in this again. "Want me to ask for Peter to be removed? I will. Want me to get you removed? I will. Hell, I'll just leave the family all together if it'll make you happy."

Keara: She pouted and looked as if she were about to cry, though with her head down, her fingers still tracing her wounds, he likely couldn’t tell. He shoulders shivered slightly, perhaps giving it away a little but no noise came from her lips and there were no actual tears…yet. It wasn’t about telling him what to do. Not for her. It was about having him support her and be in her corner; something she hadn’t felt since the day she’d read what she had and emailed River. She was lost. There was no way that she could explain it to him that she hadn’t already tried and she didn’t know enough of what she was feeling to define it any further. She didn’t want to pull him away from his family, she just didn’t want anyone interfering with hers.Peter was their's. They’d argued over him. They’d decided what to do and then…well then someone went and got between them; something her husband had even thanked them for. She had no words. None. And she feared that trying to force some would cause her to start weeping again, something she hated doing.

Enver: "I'm not sure what you want from me. I wanted Peter there. To meet Lorde and Falcon. Oria and Sin." He sighed and shook his head. "Hell, first time in months, River gets off her *** and does something. It's like a ******* miracle she found a spark of life again." River being an absent sire was something that irritated Enver to no end and it took her a few days to jump on his request and meet Peter. He'd never seen her react to something so quick in a long time and now he had to scold her? "Imagine if Ven came back. Getting a shred of attention from him, no matter what sort it is, after this long?" He didn't know if that made sense, but to him it did.

Keara: “Allow him I never would for between us to come,” she said sharply looking up at him as she did so, her watery eyes all too evident. “Trust me he would have too. If said I did that I something would do. Go behind my back he would not. And if…and say this I do for comparison to make, and not because do that he would…But if he did what I should have, scold him I would if needs be. Cruel you are to use my sire in such a way. My sire truly absent is. First time she something does and that something in our marriage did interfere. And that you worries not. Allowed she is for that to do. Your blood more important than mine is. Seen I have not my childer for what done we have and yet do you may as you wish. Without with me to speak. Then speak we do and matters not. For allow you do another that decision to make.”

Enver: His teeth clenched together slowly. "I wasn't being cruel. it was a ******* example. And you don't know if he is truly gone. People come back all the time. Months, or years later. I've seen it." He scowled at the wall behind their bed. Everything he said was being picked apart and was wrong. Apparently. "Fine. I'll talk to River." He looked at her as his arms crossed over his chest, grumbling as if he were a sullen child. "Tired of this god damn argument already."

Keara: “Know it I do. Deanna the same would say. Feel him we do not. Finally find I do the strength for goodbye to him to say…for you no less…and then say that to me you do. Cruel that is. Truly cruel. Know you do not what I require. That much to me now evident is.” She pushed herself up from the bed a little shakily, though more so from the fact that she had barely moved in twelve hours, and made her way to the bathroom to grab a dressing gown to wrap around herself.

Enver: His fingers moved to the bridge of his nose where he pinched at it as a heavy sigh passed through the male. "Yeah. I'm an asshole. A cruel asshole." Enver muttered before he shook his head. "Maybe you're right. I don't know what the **** you require anymore. Seems a hell of a lot lately." He growled out. "Don't trust me around women. Don't like I don't jump on people's cases. Think I'm an idiot for thinking there's a baby in you instead of that fadebeast. Don't like my music taste. Maybe you don't know what you require." He moved past her and headed to the door. "I said I'll talk to River. If that's not good enough for you, well sorry, sweetheart." He opened the door. "I need a ******* drink. And then some."

Keara: The part of her that would have had her summoning him back to her, or pleading with him to stay was quiet. She loved him like she had never loved any other and yet she had no idea how to make things right between them. She could have picked at every sentence he said and turned it back on him in some way, but the words weren’t there. They’d be fighting for a while now and the will to fight had diminished in her. She literally could not do it any longer and she couldn’t chase him and pin him to the wall without hurting herself, or possibly Enos; not that she was in any fit state to chase him, she was at half strength in so many ways, that he could likely have taken her in a physical altercation. A quiet darkness filled her heart as she sat in the corner of the room and slid down the wall to the floor, curling herself into a ball; if he wanted to leave her, she wasn’t going to stop him.

Enver: He had made it to the door and had opened it and got no reaction from her. Nothing. No words, no movements, nothing. "Do I matter to you?" He threw her words back at her as Enver stood there with the door open. "I'm glad Ven would be so understanding. He sounds like a great ******* guy. Understand everything as your sire and your partner at one time that you did and wanted. Not everyone is as great as Ven was as a sire and can understand everything without taking it personally." He shook his head. "Like I said. I'll email her. I'm going downstairs to do some work." He didn't have anything else to say without her two cents on things, at least not anything he wanted to vocalize, but he had a lot to think about.

Keara: ‘Matter to me you do,’ she projected her reply into his mind as while she knew he’d likely hear her from where he stood, she didn’t want to take the chance that he might miss part of what she said. ‘Only understand you I do not at times. Someone between us came and minded you did not. Perhaps obvious to you it is not how feel I do for you. Words my feelings no justice can do.’ She couldn’t bring her knees to her chest as she was, they sat beneath her, her head leaning on the wall, one hand flat against it as if she were trying to push herself from it or to perhaps prevent her from falling through it; not that that was possible. ‘Seen you have what happens when I distanced from you feel. Pain me comfort used to give but carve I can to the bone and quiet I cannot that which I for you feel.’

Enver: "Then why do you nit-pick and overanalyze every damn thing I do or don't do?" He turned around, shoving the door closed lazily. "Sometimes I don't mean a damn thing by the things I say or do. I just say and do them." He shrugged. "She's my sire. Why she sired me, I've no ******* clue, but I know for a fact more than half the city wouldn't have thought twice about letting me keel over and die the night she sired me. Hell, I probably would have walked on by myself. Not all of us were great warriors. Or great anything." He cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders. "Guess that's all I have to say about that. About River. So I give her a little leniency on some things. Wasn't the best creation my first few months. Hell, first two years."

Keara: He was talking about River. She’d borne her soul to him and once again he’d kind of missed the point. With her eyes closed, she tried to ignore some of what he said. The thought of him not existing wasn’t one she wanted to dwell and thankfully, since he stood before her, it was one that she could easily dismiss. “Because matters to me it does…what say and do you do. Others may not see. May not notice, or care…But…nothing in you, or of you, shall I overlook.” She looked up at him. He was everything to her and that was why it literally brought her to her knees when things weren’t good between them. If she were human she’d likely have been unable to breathe but as a vampire she had no such physical reaction. When they weren’t together she felt lost and lonely and when they argued, she felt as if her very soul was being tormented. Of course she wasn’t going to tell him that, as that kind of admission would make her seem weak in his eyes, or worse, it could drive him away, at least this is what she believed and so she fell silent and waited to be shaken or left as her husband saw fit.

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

Enver: He frowned and sighed after she had said what she said. "What you do and say matters to me too." He echoed after her as the male looked away. "I'm sorry I didn't stick up for you. Just didn't see things the way you did at the time." Enver cleared his throat as he thought. Part of him still didn't see what the big deal was, if he was honest, but he didn't want her doing what she was doing again for another day. It was something a crazy person would do, not that he'd tell her that. They had talked about it before and he said he'd try not to vocalize that word anymore in regards to her. But she looked crazy. Or, had. "So, I'll talk to River about it." He looked back at Keara and sighed again. "Alright?"

Keara: There was the smallest temptation to ask him if he needed to see her point of view in order to support her, as she knew she didn’t have to agree with everything he did and said in order to support him. This reply however remained unsaid; not because she wanted to keep it from him, but because she really was sick of the bad feelings she was having and knew she had to just try and get passed it. Enver had said he’d speak to River and she believed that he would…even if he likely would put it off like he’d done with the talk with Falcon. Not that the poor guy had, had much of chance to do anything recently. “Like that I would,” she said as she held out her hands to him, obviously wanting him to help her up from the floor. “Enver…where is Gizmo?” The question seemed a little out of place and yet it was the first time she’d noticed that the little scamp wasn’t about. She hadn’t seen him in days and up until that point in time, had forgotten the poor little thing even existed.

Enver: He looked down at her hands, grabbed them both and helped her off the floor with a slow, forceful yank. Mostly because he wanted to make sure he got her up. "Gizmo?" Enver looked around the room, then back at her. "He's ahh, with Crash." He admitted. "Couldn't drag the poor guy all around town looking for you." He shrugged his shoulders. "He'll be alright." Enver waved it off rather casually. "You need more blood?" He asked her, eyes looking at the outline of her whole figure, then at her face.

Keara: “With Crash? Better would be if alone he was. Get him you should before injured he is.” Keara wasn’t chastising her husband for his choice of dog sitter, she was simply concerned for her little terror, something that was evident in her tone. “And…erm…yes? Blood have I need of still…Though feeding as I am perhaps bad idea is…yes? Will you blood bags for me bring, when return you do with Gizmo? Though…maybe return here you should not…Return we should to the boat…Yes?” She hadn’t meant to return home but it had seemed to her at the time to be the best place to go at the time, as it was the last place she was supposed to be. Now it seemed a little risky to remain there.

Enver: "We could go anywhere. Doesn't have to be the boat." He reminded her. They did have a few places between the both of them. Her, more so than him. "But yeah, I'll go get Gizmo and pick up some blood bags and meet you?" He'd leave it up to her where she wanted to go. Enver didn't mind much. He was even fine with staying here, doubting anyone would bother them as everyone thought they were out of town. Well, almost everyone.

Keara: She wrapped her arms around him and cuddled him as tightly as she could manage, what with all things considered. “Like I would for to the boat to go. Gizmo comfortable there is.” Keara gave a slight nod and then came up onto her toes and lightly kissed his cheek. “Love you I do,” she whispered before using her speed to take her to the Docks, so she wouldn’t be seen.

Enver: His lips brushed against the side of her temple as she clung to him. The boat was nice, so was here. So was the last place they were at all. He didn't care as long as she was wanting to go with him, they were together and things were at least half way right between them again. "Boat it is then." He agreed with a small grin before she kissed his cheek, reminded him how she felt about him and then was off before he could say anything back. Enver chuckled, shook his head, used his tome, exited the front door and headed to one of the apartments he passed on to Crash to use. Love you too, beautiful. Be there in a few. Keep the bed warm, yeah? Enver knew it was stupid to ask that, because they didn't get cold, but he liked asking it anyways. Once he had the dog in arms, Enver checked to make sure Crash was still alive, given his rough life style, then headed back to the boat the long way. He would have used celerity, but it rarely worked nice for him and to add Gizmo to the mix, might be the death of the dog. Thought we could get around to watching one of those movies I brought. Of my own work? Enver thought to his wife as he put the dog in his coat, zipped it up, caught the train to River Rock and headed home to meet her.

Keara: His first message made her smile and so without any argument, she climbed into bed the moment she was able to and waited for him. She let everything she’d felt over the last few days fall away completely and began to feel excited about seeing him again. His second message only served to widen her grin, as she’d forgotten about the movies he’d brought to the boat and was actually intrigued by the prospect of seeing her husband on the television and not just on some CCTV footage in the Asylum. ‘Like that I would. Forget not the blood for me…Please. Else devour you I shall have too…And quite bad that would be…For us both.’

Enver: Enver looked at the mound that was in his coat and then sighed as he realized he had forgotten blood. "Right. Down you go." Enver put the dog down, tied his leash to the outside of the boat and disappeared before the dog could even try and make any protest at Enver for putting him on the ground or for trying to leave. A few minutes later he was back, two blood bags in each pocket of his coat as he made his way back and untied the dog. The small beast of a thing seemed to give him a little attitude as it raised its head high and away from him. "It was just a few minutes." Enver grumbled at the dog, his brows furrowing at it as they walked together to the boat. Once he was down below, the leash was taken off the small animal so he could roam around free again. "Got four. Hope that's enough. Didn't want to look too weird asking for more than that in one go." Enver chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair, pulled the bags out of his pockets with the other hand and put them on the bed next to her. He moved to the television, popped open a DVD case and showed her the cover. "Was an eccentric therapist who ahh, had a colorful past that ends up coming up again with a new patient he gets. It's a comedy." Enver put the DVD in and climbed in to bed to join her, after taking his coat, shirt and shoes off. He kissed her temple again and got comfortable as an arm wrapped around her and pulled her in to him.

Keara: Gizmo forwent his usual tour of the room the moment he caught Keara’s scent and went bounding towards the bed the moment he was let loose. His tiny paws catching on the covers, tugging it as best he could to get her attention before barking in his own adorably pathetic manner when she didn’t scoop him up quick enough for his liking. Reaching over the bed as best she could, she caught the pup under the belly and hoisted him into the air, almost dropping him as he wriggled with excitement. “Yes. Yes. Know I do that seen me for two days you have not.” He padded around her, avoiding her stomach and making her wince as he climbed over her legs and irritated her scars. Something her husband’s movements only added to when he joined her in bed, but she didn’t protest, she just snuggled in closer to him. “You funny are?” The note of surprise in her voice could possibly have been offensive, because while she did find Enver funny at times, she didn’t really see him as the comical sort. The whole notion of playing a role was probably lost on her in that moment as she quite forgot he’d of been working from a script; that and she’d really only considered him as a serious actor for whatever reason.

Enver: "If the pay is good enough." Enver winked at her before he shrugged his shoulders. "Some of my early work. Might have been my fourth or fifth film?" He tried to think on it and then shrugged. "Started off in television if you remember." He wasn't actually sure if he had told her that was where he first started. "First film was an epic bust. Didn't make it to DVD even." He shrugged his shoulders. "Have to start somewhere." Enver pushed play on the remote that was on a surface next to the bed and then gave the covers a solid pat, as if calling the dog on the opposite side of where his wife was. The dog, however was content on staying where Keara was. "Traitor." Enver muttered before chuckling again, glad it was taking to her and even his wife was taking to him in her own time and way.

Keara: Gizmo raised his head and looked at Enver when he patted the bed, his ears perking up as he was called a traitor; not that the pup knew what he was being called. When both his owners had settled and he’d checked Keara from head to toe as best he could while she was covered, he made his way over to Enver’s side of the bed and began pawing at the covers, as if asking to go under. He didn’t mind being nestled next to Keara’s feet, but the larger her stomach got, the more wary the little thing had become of that region of her stomach. Before Enver could react to the pup however, Keara was lifting the duvet so that he could settle in next to his ‘daddy.’ “So consider this you do not your best film to be?” she asked having obviously assumed that he would want to show her his best stuff first.

Enver: "My best earliest film." He nodded his head and then shrugged his shoulders. "Not one I won an award for. Or even got a nomination for." He cleared his throat. "Didn't think you'd like seeing some of my other works." Enver pulled up the covers that rested on him and looked down at the dog who made themselves comfortable under the cover. "You're going to spoil him. Not that he's not already spoiled." Enver put the covers back down with a shake of his head.

Keara: “His life short is,” she replied, as if that one statement said everything she needed it to in explaining why the small creature required spoiling. The answer came so quickly from her lips that it seemed to surprise even her, as she pulled back from Enver for a moment a slight look of concern in her eyes. “Think you do that I him do spoil?” She liked the critter well enough, but she wasn’t sure she spoiled it, though she’d not given it much thought. “And why would I your other works like not to see? Like you I do. So probable is that everything that done you have I shall like.”

Enver: "Don't know. Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders, not sure how one spoils anything, but it sure did seem comfortable, almost too comfortable for being so new to the scene. "Guess not." Enver vocalized as he cleared his throat. "I'm not so sure about that. Some were real doozies." Enver chuckled and shook his head. "Some, just might not be up your alley." He didn't want to go in to it more than that, so he looked at the screen. "We going to talk through it?" He looked at her sidelong, giving her a small grin.

Keara: Her eyes moved from her husband to the small snout sticking out of the covers next to him. Maybe she did spoil it a little but then he had brought it home to be cared for and not eaten, so looking after it as best she could, seemed to be the right thing to do. It didn’t hurt the creature’s chances of being spoiled that they had both stayed in day and night (or near enough) since getting it either. “Speak no more I shall,” she said nestling herself next to him once more so that she could watch his work.

Enver: He grinned wider, glad he got to work around the films his character had been married in. When she squeezed in closer to him, he pulled her with him, wanting her closer to him still. "Sounds like a plan." He chuckled, grazed her lips with a soft kiss and then turned his attention back on the film. His wife, kept true to her word, unless Enver instigated some form of conversation as the film progressed, but for the most part, they watched the movie in silence, enjoying the presence of the other in a more agreeable way than they had for a few nights.

Keara: It was a little odd watching her husband playing his part in the film and while she didn’t speak unless spoken too while the film was playing, she did pull a few faces Enver didn’t notice as she tried to reconcile the man she knew from the man on the scene. By the time the film finished, she’d kind of made a comparison between his job and her old one. “Hmm…Acted I used to too.” Without thinking she classified Enver’s acting career as a thing of the past along with her own. “Only acting I was for information to learn and my identity to protect. You this did for…money?” she asked unsure, as she was sure he had to have had another reason for doing it too, as money wasn’t everything and while Enver had more than enough for the both of them, it wasn’t something they ever really discussed.

Enver: "Yeah. I mean, it's a job. Someone has to do it. For entertainment purposes." He rubbed at his jawline and cleared his throat. "You did it for your reasons and I did it for mine. The money I've got now? Only a fraction of what I had once." He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, money isn't everything, but it's not bad having it around either." He chuckled. "My last film was only a couple years ago. With Lorde. It's how I came to sire her." Enver was sure he told her about Lorde and how she came to find out about him and the choice he had to make to keep her from spilling out who or what he really was.

Keara: She didn’t want to talk about his childe, as despite his assurance on numerous occasions that she had no feelings for him and that she was in fact very much into women, Keara was still a little wary of her. “Mhm…Remember that I do…And…wish I do not for any other again this night to discuss.” She came up onto her elbow and pressed her lips to his, something that prompted Gizmo to make his presence known, as he began growling from under the covers to voice his objection.

Enver: "We should get the dog a dog bed. On the ground." Enver grumbled as the dog interrupted a moment he could have taken advantage of. "Soon." He nodded with a grin before Enver ruffled the covers around, trying to make the environment for the dog unwanted by all the commotion. "Tomorrow even." He corrected his thoughts on what soon was with a cheeky grin.

Keara: “His pillow he has,” she reminded him, pointing to the end of the bed. Keara kind of liked Gizmo’s tiny growl, it made her laugh, as the tiny creature could do nothing of any real consequence (besides chew her boots that was). Enver’s attempts to disgruntle the pup seemed to work, only instead of coming out from under the covers, he burrowed under, moving to the end of the bed, finally coming to rest by Keara’s feet. “Seems it does, that likes he does not when affectionate with one another we are. Think you that there reason is for that?” She lifted the covers, peering into the darkness in an effort to focus on Gizmo to see if he was okay.

Enver: "Probably wants all the damn attention for himself!" Enver glared at the small bump in the covers before he scooted down further in the bed. "Pillow should go on the floor." He gave a deep nod to emphasize this. "Think we should watch another movie tomorrow." Enver suggested with a shrug. "Unless you want me to get Crash to bring over some ritual supplies. To keep you busy doing what you like." He tugged her down as Enver got comfortable in their bed. After she was down in his arms and comfortable on him, he would bring up other things they should do in the nights to come, talk about the family and how things were progressing in the asylum and other things that they really hadn't talked about in the past few nights.

Keara: “But likes he does not on the floor to be. Unable he is then for under the covers to creep if cold he is.” The concern for his wellbeing was all too obvious. “Though perhaps blanket for him make I could…if proper bed he has. Something comfortable and warm you must for him buy,” she nodded her head and settled in with him. She’d missed her husband in every way possible and so when he began talking over all the things they had to discuss, she allowed herself to close her eyes and let her fingertips trace his scars as she replied.

Enver: "Proper bed? He's not a person." Enver grumbled. "I'll see what the pet store has." He added in, mostly to appease her. Whatever they had, Gizmo was getting and he better be happy about it too. Enver was tired of talking about Gizmo. The dog would get what he got and that was the end of it. He was becoming spoiled and not by him either. He never thought she'd be the one spoiling the damn thing, even if it was her gift. As the night came to an end and everything that seemed important to Enver was discussed, the dog was moved from the bed anyways, with or without Keara's protest, so Enver could enjoy the first night in about a week with his wife, how he had wanted to.