Enver: They were in the middle of a movie, when something caught his eye. Something that had been on his mind; but had been pushed to the back burner because of, well, life. He'd seen the tattoo on the guy throughout the whole movie, at a quick glance, but when the main star was sitting around being zoomed in on, it was then Enver remembered Crash. And his wife. Working on him while the guy was half naked. It wasn't that he didn't trust Keara, but Crash had a reputation on the street as a sort of slime ball, and Enver didn't trust the guy with his wife alone. No one really. He paused the video, turned to face her a little and began. "How's your tattooing coming along?"This RP takes place on Thursday 8th May 2014.
Keara: Keara had snuggled herself against him. They had had quite a busy time of it lately so the past few nights had been blissful for her, as they had barely left their cell. As much as they spent practically every waking second together, when they were busy and had other commitments, Keara craved nothing more than to sneak away somewhere quiet with her beloved and lock the rest of the world out. She was only half watching the movie, as she took in her husband’s presence using as many senses as possible; her hand ran over his chest, she took in his scent and so when he began to speak she found herself lost in that too. “Huh? Erm. My… Oh. Stalled that has. Said you did not if I Crash as a canvas could use, and need I do for on flesh not to practice.”
Enver: He nodded his head, then cleared his throat. "Could use me as a canvas. I'm sure it won't turn out like ****." His teeth clenched together, thinking about Crash alone with his wife. Enver was sure if Crash were to be sired any time soon, he'd be an Allurist. Sure, he was a sleaze, but when the guy was high on life (and drugs) he was the life of the party. He put Enver to shame, not that it was much of a competition these nights as the male more or less kept to Vedarian and his wife. He couldn't even remember the last time he stepped in to a club. "Just don't think Crash is a good idea. He's got a lot of tattoos as it it."
Keara: Despite knowing Enver’s moods better than she knew her own at times, she completely missed what was going on in his mind. “But your flesh far more precious is My Love.” She let her fingertips lightly brush along his jawline, tilting his head towards her as she pushed herself up and into his lips. She kissed him tenderly as her hand ran through his hair and settled at the nape of the neck. “Eternity have you do with whatever I upon your flesh put. Crash but one lifetime my mark will carry,” she was looking into his eyes as she spoke, her voice soft but certain.
Enver: She was doing that thing women did. Distracting him; with their looks and their touches and other things women did-and it was almost working. Until she said his name. His thrall's name. He shook his head. "Maybe you should get your own human. Or do it on Gizmo." Enver crossed his arms and scowled as he turned to face the television.
Keara: Now it clicked for her what was going on. Enver didn’t seem to get like this often and when he did it was usually due to some silly insecurity on his part. Not that Keara wasn’t above such bouts of silliness herself. Of the two of them she was probably worse than he was. With him trying to avoid her gaze, she pulled back the covers and straddled his hips before laying over him, as she reached behind her to bring the covers with her. Gizmo stirred thinking that she was about to get out of bed and when he realised she wasn’t he lay his little head back down and yawned. Keara wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck as best she could and nuzzled at his neck. “Gizmo an innocent is. Do such a thing, to such a creature I could not.” She was still speaking softly. “Crash more resilient is. Require I do not thrall of my own when I yours can use. Wish you do not for me my art to improve?” She kissed along the line of his clavicle as she waited for him to reply, half expecting him to push her away.
Enver: He scoffed at her. "Course I want your art to improve. That's not the point." He scowled harder, even though she was kissing him and his arms went around her to keep her where she was. "Maybe. You could put one on his arm. Or an ankle or someplace like that." He nodded, seeing that as a more than fair compromise on his end. "And Gizmo's not innocent. Still catch him chewing on things sometimes."
Keara: She pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Gizmo innocent is. All such creatures innocent are and distress him so I shall not. Crash already marked is. Wanted I did for to know if he another tattoo did want. Choose it’s placement for him you cannot. Know I do not what your worry is,” she moved to kiss the other side of his chest, this time kissing up onto his shoulder where she playfully bit him before sitting up. “Know you do how I about the human form do feel. Appreciate I could not another’s as I yours do.” She lightly raked her nails down his chest and adjusted herself slightly where she sat.
Enver: "He doesn't want one." Enver answered shortly before he sat up a little, cupped her chin and gave her a kiss. "Guess you'll have to find some other human." Enver didn't know if Crash wanted one or not, but he felt like it was the right answer. Because it was. In his mind. "Maybe that woman who you gave your shop to wants a tattoo." He offered with a grin as his hands roamed over the length of her body, his grin growing larger with each inch of flesh his hands covered.
Keara: Keara shook her head, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a purr as she did so. “Believe I do not that she such a thing would require. Have you Crash asked if he a tattoo wants?” She began a soft padding motion on his chest with her hands, before she leant down and kissed him; one of her fangs snagging his lower lip before she pulled back from him again. “Think I do that you Crash from me wish to keep.”
Enver: "Damn right I do." He nodded his head as he leaned forward to steal a kiss from her. "Can't trust him around you. Guy can barely get out of bed and shower most nights." He snorted and shrugged. "But no. I've not asked him. He has enough, don't you think?" His hands fell down to her butt, where he cupped it and scooted her closer to him. "Can't have him getting too marked up. Might make him an easy face to remember." Enver pointed out, as if that was the real reason Crash shouldn't get another tattoo any time soon.
Keara: “Then mark his face I shall not,” she leaned in, momentarily capturing his lips before kissing down his neck. “And trust him around me you need not. Though access has he does to our home,” she reminded him. She was sitting higher up on his chest now having been pulled into position by him. “Stay with us you may while work I do. Sure I am that he your opinion would ask. If even want a tattoo he does.” She reached out her hand and gently stroked his face, with the backs of her fingers, her hand loosely curled.
Enver: "Better not become a thing. With you marking him all up with your art." Enver grumbled, sinking down in to the bed so that she was higher up on his chest. "Might give people ideas." Enver nodded his head as he rolled over and pinned her down under him. "But I guess one time won't hurt anyone."
Keara: She frowned and leaned back a little, her hands resting on his chest. “What mean you by that? What ideas could people get if I this do?” Keara’s voice wavered a little as she was undecided if she should be hurt by his statement or not and so had been left confused by what he’d said.
Enver: "Well, if you're always around by him. Marking him up likes he;s yours, or something special." Enver stared at her, not sure how she couldn't understand what he meant; his jaw slightly agape a little to even show that. "You marking him all up and I don't get any of your work on me? Some people might, you know. Talk."
Keara: “Mark you I do as mine in other more interesting ways.” A wry smile pulled at her mouth before her fang found its home in her lower lip, the way it usually did when she was thinking of things of a sexual nature. “Perhaps realise they would that he nothing more than a canvas is upon which practice I can, as you too precious to me are. Use you in such a way I would not. Could not.” She shook her head, her dreads bouncing playfully as she did so. “Mark him I will not against his will. And mark him I only shall if all me you do for that to do. Special to me he is not. But yours he is. That alone something to me does mean. Care you do what said might be?”
Enver: He stared down at her then sighed, ignoring that fang of hers. It was one of those womanly tricks of hers that she might not know she was doing, but he knew what she was doing. "Care I do how much time you spend with him." He frowned before rolling off her and finding his back on the bed as he looked up at the ceiling. "Must be special if you're wanting to mark him up. Could do that on any human."
Keara: Gizmo whimpered at the end of the bed, picking up on the shifting emotions between his parents. Keara pulled herself up onto her knees and knelt next to him, looking down on him with her head tilted slightly to one side. “Think you do that more time with him I desire?” she asked, one hand reaching forward, so that she could run her fingertips from his shoulder to his wrist. “Few are there in this world with whom I time wish to spend. Crash one of them is not. But for my art upon a living canvas to set, necessary it is for a human to have. Exhaust myself I would for a human so enthralled to try and keep while marked them I did. Crash choose I did as he yours is. As he tattoos has. As he…” she paused as she knew he wouldn’t like the next word out of her mouth and yet it was the truth and so followed regardless of her desire, “expendable is. Matter it would not if I a mistake upon him made.”
Enver: Enver scoffed as his head turned to face her. "He's not expendable. None of my employees are expendable." He sulked, thinking on how she just threw that word out there so casually. "He's mine. If he works out good, I want to keep him. It's not easy finding people to work for me with my life style and all that."
Keara: She leant down, her forearms resting on his chest, her body all curled up on itself like she were about to pounce on him or something. “Take him from you I never shall. His fate yours to decide is. Meant I did that he human is.” That word never really sounded natural on her tongue but she made the effort at times to say it. “He how old is? Thirty? Live he shall perhaps forty, perhaps seventy years. Then die he shall. Decay then his body shall. Your body. Your flesh,” she practically purred as the conversation turned to her husband’s form. “That precious is.” She was making small circles on his skin with the fingertips of her right hand. “Mine you are for so long as we our forms can maintain. A century. A millennium. Forever.” Her words became quieter and she leaned in closer, finally kissing chest as if to help emphasise her point.
Enver: How old was Crash? Enver wasn't sure of that. Maybe about his age, give or take a year or two. "Oh." Enver nodded at what she said, realizing what she meant now. Realizing that she wasn't threatening another one of his thralls or suggesting something untimely might happen to him. "Yeah, well. I guess you could practice on him. If he lets you." He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "Guess it's not that big of a deal, really." He tugged her over to him with one arm, still remaining on his back as the other arm moved to grab the remote to start the movie back up, obviously the conversation settled in his mind. And since he agreed to let her play on Crash, more or less, she probably didn’t have much more to say on that.
Keara: She laughed as he pulled her back to him, trying to settle them back down to watch the movie, but as his hand moved for the remote, hers moved to capture it. “This reminds me does,” she snuggled up against him once more, one hand trapped between their bodies, the other tracing the lines of his scars. “Wanted I did about these to speak. As worry me they do.”
Enver: "Worry you?" He looked at her, his brows knitting together. "Why? They heal. Sort of. Nothing to worry about." Enver nodded his head as he looked at his collection of scars as she traced over some of them. "Not like they're going to kill me." He chuckled as his lips pressed to the side of her head, before his eyes went back to the television in their room.
Keara: She reached up and lightly gripped his jawline, as she looked up at him and turned him to face her. “Think I do that missed you have something in what said has been. Your body. These scars. They forever are. Think you do not to the future. How long has it been since met we did? Know you this? Know you how many of these acquired you have in this time?” She ran her fingers over the newest set of scars he had on the right side of his abdomen.
Enver: He sighed and looked at her. "Met? About a year ago? Yeah, about a year." He nodded his head, a hand going to her thigh and moving up the length of it. "How many? Not really. A few? What's your point?" The hand stayed on her thigh and pressed in to the flesh there. "It's not like I try and get shot or stabbed. Just happens." He frowned a little. "They bother you now?"
