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

This RP takes place on Thursday 8th May 2014.

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?"

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?"

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

Keara: Her eyes fluttered closed as he caressed her. It was apparently his turn to try and distract her from a serious conversation and unfortunately for her it was working. “I… erm…” she shook her head to clear it, her fang finding it’s home in her lip again for a moment or two. “No. No. That untrue is. Bother me they do not. Love you I do. Only…” She had to pull his hand off of her as it was almost impossible to think when at times when he was touching her like that. “Eternity,” her tone was slightly sharper, as the word was as much of a reminder to her as it was for him. “Eternity together we could have and you several new scars acquired have since met we did. If you so many, every year do gain… in time… over time… Heavily scarred you will become. What if scarred your face becomes? What if then face the world you wish not to? Would you this world… and me… then leave?” There was a sadness in her heart to even say the words as a part of her deeply feared this scenario, for as much as she loved Enver, she knew he could be a little vain and that that vanity could take him from her.

Enver: "Wait. What?" He sat up a little at that. "Chances of being shot or stabbed in the face are a little slim. Hasn't happened so far." He added in, as if she needed to be reminded of that. "But you make a good point. Might not be hireable for another movie any time soon if I keep up." He shrugged his shoulders. "But business is good with all of them. Make a lot of money every night." Enver rubbed at his jawline. "Not sure how to stop being stabbed or shot at. Sure, when I'm at home I'm not getting stabbed or shot at, but I could go to the bank and get in the middle of something that I didn't know was going on."

Keara: A soft sigh escaped her as he began talking about movies. “Worry I do not for your mortal career. Worry I do for your true future. Think you still do in mortal timeframe. Think I do in decades. Centuries. Want I do not for your form so scarred to be that venture you cannot into the streets without attention to draw. Love you I still shall,” she added quickly, her eyes on his to show the truth of her words. “That never change shall. But worry for you and your form I do. Wonder I do if perhaps…raids best place for you are not. Want you at my side I do. Lie I cannot. Desire you there I do. But if injuries you sustain for with me to be, then that my fault is and done this to you myself I have.”

Enver: "True future?" Enver echoed after her. "No one can know what might happen in decades or centuries. Sure, you could guess, but things happen in years to shake what you hope and desire to happen in centuries up. You have to think in years, a decade at most." Enver pointed out before sighing. "I don't really like the raids, but you can't do them by yourself." He cleared his throat. "If I was a better fighter, quicker...we wouldn't be having this discussion. Would we?"

Keara: There wasn’t a good way to answer that last question so she kissed him instead to give herself some time to consider what had come before it. “Plan I do for our future. For stronger to be. For to survive. Learn I do new skills. New hobbies. For if adapt we do not, die we shall. Seen that I have. Your true future at my side is. Embrace you must that change inevitable is. Of course plan I cannot every moment. But when decisions made must be, think I seldom do of the now. Wondered have you not why I my name have not for your exchanged. As is the custom.”

Enver: He noticed she didn't answer him. So he took that as a yes and nodded his head. "I see." Was all he said on that as his mind shifted to what she said about his name. He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. Never really talked about it before. And sure, it's customary, but not required for marriages." What was she getting at? She didn't want to take his last name? Not that he had suggested it or thought on it until now. But now it seemed like she hadn't taken his last name for some reason unknown to him. "So who's going to go in there with you? Instead of me?" He didn't like the sound of that either.

Keara: “Oh you with me always will be. Only perhaps fight you should not. Like you do not for that to do and injured you can become,” she quickly glossed over that and carried on talking. “But again. Focus you do on what unimportant is. Talked of it before we did not, as necessary it is not. In time we our names must change. Our appearance. Our profession too perhaps. Move perhaps we shall even. Mortal lifespans short are and draw attention to ourselves we shall if static we remain. When our names changed must be. Then take we shall a name together. One of our choosing.” She explained as if it were nothing, as to Keara it was nothing. She’d done it many times over.

Enver: "Ahhh....Our appearance? I don't think that's going to be easy. Things sort of go back to normal. Whatever that is for a vampire." He commented, brows furrowing together. "Don't really want to move. Or do something different." He was up for lifting weights or practicing gun fighting, but switching everything up in a couple decades? Not something someone had to do or worry about when they were human.

Keara: “Appearance matters not if you the location can flee. Nomadic I was some two hundred years. Moved Ven and I did from town to town, country to country. Easier done was then perhaps. No fear had you for a location to leave, as death certain was no matter where rested you did. Ven castles and keeps in many places had. Moved we did from one to another. Posing always as his descendant. Like I would for to England to return.” There was a soft wistful tone to her voice as she daydreamed of times past and the possibility of going home.

Enver: Enver snorted at the mention of Ven having castles. "Yeah? Well it's not like we're hurting for money, you know." Enver said wryly before going on. "Could probably buy a couple castles too." He grumbled. "But yeah. We could go to England. Could run my businesses anywhere. So long as I've got a laptop or phone." He shrugged his shoulders.

Keara: “That the point is not. Explaining I am what it means for immortal to be. For a vampire to be. How live one can, unnoticed and unseen if careful you are. If move you do, no-one you shall know. Or think they do that you your own child are. Reinvent yourself you can. In one such life a ballerina I was. Ven that quite amusing did find. Swear I do that that a punishment of sorts was.” Keara rolled her eyes, but even she knew the training she’d received in those years had helped her with her poise and grace and through that her fighting style and stances.

Enver: "I like what I do now." Enver grumbled, almost complaining like a sullen child. "Great. So what are you going to be next time? Already were a seamstress, going to be a tattoo artist. A ballerina. A princess or something. Sort of running out of things to do, don't you think?" He obviously didn't like this conversation. The idea of leaving all this behind wasn't something he thought of before. And if he couldn't run businesses anymore, Enver didn't know what the hell else he could do.

Keara: She thought about it for a moment and pushed herself up from the bed so that she sat next to him, her legs curled under her as she sat on her right thigh, leaning on her right hand as she looked down at him. “A gamekeeper. A bandit. An archer. A Lady. A ballerina. An artist. A traveller. A poet. A singer. A merchant. A spy. An assassin. A wife. A mistress. A daughter. So many things in my time I have been. So many roles I have played… but of them all, dead the longest I have been.” She settled back down, and wrapped herself around him. “Of all the places that lived I have and for all the times that I have seen. This my favourite is. My path. My past. It all me here did lead. To you.”

Enver: "Exactly. So you want to just up and leave all that behind one day? Just like that? Everything that got you here? Everything that got me here?" Enver sat up, his mind going over all the things she said, and mostly focusing on one word. "Mistress? Whose mistress?" She was married to Ven, so it obviously couldn't have been Ven. But he knew she hadn't been with anyone like she had been with him. None of it made sense. "Must mean something else, yeah? Then what people think of it as being now?"

Keara: “In certain circles his wife I could not be. Then said he did that I his mistress was. ‘Twas but a role I played.” She laughed and maneuvered herself so the she lay on her front, her legs outstretched and her head resting on her hands, as she rested her elbows on the bed, so that she could see him better. “Known I should have that you upon that one word would focus.” She smiled at her husband. “And worry I do not for anything of this life behind me to leave. For when leave it I do, leave it alone I shall not. Take with me I shall that which matters most. Take with me I shall you.”

Enver: "Yeah. But we can't just up and leave and leave everything behind." Enver frowned, not liking what he was hearing. "What about my theatre? And Lady? What do I do with them?" Enver hadn't thought of a day he would probably outlive his boat. "Can't sail on her to Europe." He began to rub at his jawline, thinking this through. "We need the theatre and the boat at least. For business. It's how I make money to buy things. Things for us and for the asylum." He shook his head not liking the idea of it. "We could just dye our hair and do it differently. Pretend to be the kids of you and me." His frown grew. "No. forget that." He shook his head. No way in hell was he going to pretend to be her brother in public.

Keara: “Do we shall what needed is. Transfer the business we can by name. So own it you still may, only seen there for one generation at least you should not be. Same with your boat, if wish to keep it you do. From California it here was bought, yes? So perhaps to another town moved it can be again. Time have we do for the logistics to plan. Worry tonight you need not. Only see you must that now not the only time is for which planning we should be.” She began running her hand through his hair, trying to sooth him as she could see that he was a little distressed by the conversation. “And agree I do. Think I do not that you and I convincing siblings could play. Stuck you are for forever the role of my beloved to play.”

Enver: "But-" He sighed. "What about this place? What about our home? We're just going to sell it?" His brows furrowed together. "What about everyone else? Lorde? And Jonah?" He hadn't thought about them not being in the same city together. "Did everyone come with you and your sire when you all moved around?"

Keara: “Until the end Ven and I the only family were. Deanna with us less than two decades was. Take her home then we could not but kept moving we did. Assume I do that eventually she her love would find and us then leave. Possible it is for family to be and one another not to see My Enver. Ask we shall our childer when the time comes what plan they do. Force them to leave with us we cannot.” Keara decided to straddle his lap again and so moved into position before continuing to speak. “As for this place decide then we can. This our sanctuary is, but you my home are. So long as with you I am, anywhere I could live.” Her hand cupped his jawline so he had no choice but to look at her. “Or perhaps forget you do how learned we did for with one another to sleep. Here that was not.”

Enver: Enver scoffed at what she had to say. "I haven't forgotten." He nodded and then shrugged. "Lorde would come with." He said with definitive assurance to the both of them. He'd make her see it his way. He couldn't leave her alone in the clutches of the sheeps of those like Velveteen and Micah. "They'll have to go somewhere too. So they'd probably follow us." He grinned as his hands grabbed at her.

Keara: “My family small is, but know I do that take them all with me I cannot. Perhaps married they shall be. Bound by blood to another. Connections complicated are. That to be expected is. Liked I did when Ven and I, Ven and I were. Know I do not what done we would have with more that Deanna for whom to care.” It was probably coming out wrong but she was trying to remind Enver that his childer may have lives and families of their own and that when the time came, (if the time come), They may not wish to follow.

Enver: He waved a hand in the air and let it fall down to the bed. "Lorde will come." He said, this time more sternly. He knew she would go where he was. She loved him, he could tell. Not in that school girl crush sort of way, but she was the only one outside his wife that wanted to be part of his life now. He didn't think that was going to change any time soon. "You'll see. When we ask her whenever it's time." He nodded his head once before he leaned up and pressed his lips to the base of her neck. "Not that we have to worry about it any time soon." He added in

Keara: She nodded, not really wanting to continue any further down this road for the night; the conversation side of it that was. It seemed to her that Enver had accepted the idea of planning for the future and looking to the distant future once in a while and that to her was a step in the right direction. Now she had more or less gotten what she needed from him verbally, she could reward them both with something physical. “Then take her with us we shall.” With that said she leaned down and claimed his lips, her tongue teasing his as her hands found a home on his shoulders.

Enver: "Good." He got the point across and she was more or less agreeing with him in his mind, so they could move past the topic at hand. Especially when she pulled one of her moves on him. He grabbed the remote, shut off the television and put it on the bedside table as a growl emitted from his chest. There wasn't going to be anymore movie tonight or talk about the distant future. For now, they'll do what he does best and live in the here and now.