A picture's worth...

[Keara Aithne]

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

This RP takes place on Saturday 17th May 2014.

Enver: He had been wandering around the asylum, checking out some things for security purposes when he finally came around to noticing something that had sort of been on his mind, was gone. But because it irritated him, the male didn't say anything about it when he heard about the stupid idea. It was stupid to him because Deanna and Robert were involved in this scheme. As well as his wife. That was probably more to the point. He did a quick sweep of their cell, just to see if it really was gone and then frowned. Hey. You finish that art project yet, or did someone come in and take it? Seemed like a stupid question, right? Not to the man who was highly paranoid.

Keara: Keara was in the middle of sorting out the lockboxes she kept her ritual ingredients in when his message came through. To which project do you refer My Love. Many art projects have I time invested in of late. This was true. She was still cultivating a number of designs to show Crash so that she could show him the level of her skills, before they discussed a design he might actually want.

Enver: He scowled. She was being clever and coy. Mostly coy. You know which one I'm talking about. That special request. The word special seeped from him with quite the tone of sarcasm attached to it as he thought it. It's missing. He circled back to the real reason as to why he was contacting her about it. Or, the reason that best fit his reasoning to contact her about it.

Keara: Special request? she replied, still none the wiser as to what he was talking about. Busy I am My Love. If something missing is. Then missing it likely supposed to be is. She wasn’t trying to be funny, she was simply trying to tell him in her own way that he worried too much. The tone of his voice however had her moving the piles about her and standing, as she could tell this conversation was one best had face-to-face.

Enver: His right hand went to the bridge of his nose as he sighed before he continued on with this thoughts at her. Yeah, the one for what's his face? Robert. Enver tried to catch her up to speed in case she didn't know what he was talking about. If she did and was being coy, she would know that that painting was the main focus on his mind tonight. Like I said, it's gone. You paint good, but it looked like there was still a bit of work to do on it. Which means someone took it.

Keara: Painting? she thought, not shielding her thoughts from her husband as she connected to his mind to save him the effort of having to speak into hers. What painting? Oh. The one of Deanna. Did I not him tell that, that finished was? Sure I am that, that to him I did show… Sent it I did Robert My Love. Finished it was. Deanna eager did seem for him that to have. Worry not. She was brushing herself down, having gotten to her feet and then crossed the short distance to the elevator, as if he was looking for the painting, he was likely in their room.

Enver: Don't you think it's a bit silly to be sending some guy you don't really know a painting of what Deanna looks like? Or that Deanna can treat you like garbage for weeks, hell, even months but when she needs you she comes floating back to you and asks you for a favor? He didn't like or trust anything about this situation. It was, well, strange. Where are you?

Keara: About to enter the elevator I am. She replied. Deanna good has been of late. For the most part. Treat me thusly she does not. Know I do not of what he speaks. Why would it silly be for a picture of my sister to paint for that likes her does? She pressed the button for the appropriate floor and waited for the thing to whirl into life.

Enver: She's kidding, right? You're kidding, right? She's a wraith. It's strange. What are they going to do? Get bound? He scoffed at the idea of it. He'll get bored with it anyways. It's stupid, but his track record with women might be worse than mine. Add in she's a ghost and there's really nothing to worry about, I guess. Forget about it. It's stupid. I think it's stupid, but there's nothing to worry about. Like I said, they can't get bound or anything.

Keara: Think you do that Deanna his care and attention does not deserve? Why matters it if they with one another are? Think I do that it quite sweet is. Deanna happy and excited is for with him to be. And what mean you by track record. Found me you did. Your path to me lead. Unhappy about that you cannot be. The doors opened and she began to make her way to their cell, her feet still bare, as she had not yet been out that evening.

Enver: His jaw clenched together as he heard her reply in his head. It matters. His thoughts grew to the point and cool. Don't think he's interested in her at all, truth be told. After all, you're the one who painted a picture for him. One that's probably in his house.

Keara: Keara pushed the door open and broke off their connection the moment she saw her husband. “And matters it does who the painting did paint? The portrait of Deanna is. No-one else that for her could do. No-one knew her as she was but I. Worries you this does and yet understand I do not why?” She crossed the room to embrace him, feeling that perhaps he had had a bad day and required a little TLC in order to relax.

Enver: When he heard her voice, he turned around to the sound of it, his gaze moving away once he saw her, and acknowledged her, to the wall next to her. "Today it's a painting of Deanna. Maybe tomorrow some other painting because he liked it. Then another. It matters." He cleared his throat. "You think it's sweet she likes him and they'll never have anything together? Really? Doubt that."

Keara: “What do they require?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around him. “If they one another have and one another’s company do enjoy…Do they anything else need?” She asked as she looked up at her husband, who always seemed taller to her without the added height of her boots. She’d ignored the comments of the paining, as to her it really didn’t matter; if Robert wanted her to paint something, she’d be more than happy to oblige.

Enver: He stared down at her. "You're kidding. I love you, but you're kidding. Look at us. Sure, at first you might not need anything and are content, but things change." He shrugged. "It'll matter when he wants something more...tangible and she's caught in the middle of something. Can't wait to get bitchy Deanna back." He grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair.

Keara: She knew that sign and her brow furrowed as she tried to understand what he was saying. “Joking I am not My Love. Understand your concerns I do not but trying I am for that to do. See I do not the harm in this relationship if it my sister happy does make. Deny her I cannot what share.”

Enver: He shook his head. "You shouldn't feed in to it. If things go south, she'll take it out on you. Then I will stick her *** in a cage." He nodded his head, dead serious on the statement he said. "It's still strange. Even stranger you're painting pictures for some guy you barely know. Hope he paid you good."

Keara: “Requested I did not coin for my services. A gift it was,” she smiled at her husband, still none the wiser to what the issue was. “Hate me more she would if tried I did for from him to keep. Forbid her I could perhaps for him to see but then discord between us that would bring, and think I do not that she to me would listen. Robert your friend is. Deanna says that he you as a brother does see. Should we not happy for them be?”

Enver: He pulled away from her. "You made him a painting, for free?" Enver moved away from her then with a shake of his head. "Won't even give me a tattoo, but you're off giving your work to someone else. For free." The male scowled as he made his way to their bed and sat on the corner of it. "Sure. Good luck to them. But she comes around and treats you like **** if things go south, like I said. Cage."

Keara: “Of course I that did do. Professional artist in this life I am not. And even if that I were. Charged him I would not. Making Deanna happy he is. Pay him for that I could.” She walked to where he sat and came to rest between his legs having pulled him into her chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And tattoo you I shall not for your skin precious to me is. Had that conversation already we have,” she reminded him in a soft, calm voice.

Enver: "Yeah, you wouldn't see the big picture of things. Deanna won't take it out on you, that's for sure." He huffed before his jaw clenched again. "So you'll share your work with everyone but me." He stood and started to pace. "And you don't care that your sister is hanging around Robert, who'll one day more than likely want something more? Something she can't give him?" Another hand ran through his hair as he shook his head. "And if Ven came back? As a wraith, I mean. And started getting ideas like Deanna is getting."

Keara: He was determined to keep himself away from her and so once again as he moved, she followed. “Share my world with you I do, for you my world are. Need I do not for you a painting to gift or tattoo to give.” She blocked his path, cupped his face and forced him to look at her. “Do you for Deanna worry or for me?” Keara attempted to look him in the eyes. “If Ven returned did. Accept he would that I with you am.”

Enver: "Just like that. He'd accept it. Knowing it's possible for Deanna and Robert to be together for however long they're together." He snorted and shook his head. "I doubt he'd be so accepting, beautiful." He sighed. "You, but her. For you. I'm hoping I don't have to say I told you so, but guess we'll just wait and see, won't we?"

Keara: “Deanna her own mate may choose as I mine have. Require she does not my permission for to date. What between them transpires does, my problem is not.” She said sternly. “The same say I can for Ven. While love him I always shall, for he my sire is; you for him I could not trade. No choice does he in that get. No matter what desire he may. You mine are, as I yours am.” She moved to kiss him but hesitated as he had been pulling away from her up until now.

Enver: He sighed and then shrugged. It was like talking to a brick wall. She didn't see what he saw. Not until it'd be too late. "Alright." He let it drop, for the most part before he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. She'd see in time. "She best be careful. Anyone finds out their hanging around together, your wraith might find herself in a cage or worse. He's not a well-liked guy. Might be less liked than me." It was all he'd offer on the subject before he circled back to what really bothered him. "Don't think you ever painted me anything." He commented before clearing his throat.

Keara: The kiss he’d given her had her smiling, for a few moments. “If sent away she is, my best I shall do for her to retrieve. Knows that she does.” Keara didn’t like the idea of losing her sister, but then she’d been warned about dating Enver and yet things were fine between them. “Draw and paint I do all the time,” she said entwining both of their hands with one another’s. “Wish you do for me something for you to create?” she asked. “Welcome you are to anything that mad I have to date if that you would please.” She hadn’t considered making anything for him before because most of what she made stayed in their home and that made it his anyway in her eyes.

Enver: "Yeah." He piped up at the suggestion as an arm went around her. "Something nice for the office." He nodded his head. "Would look real nice in one of them." He'd be damned if Pratt could hang something in his place and Enver didn't have something of his own wife's in his possession. "Something that's not me. Might be odd to hang a picture of myself up in my own office." He nodded his head at the suggestion.

Keara: “So what would you like My Love? Draw Gizmo for you perhaps I could,” she teased, knowing he’d likely hate that idea. The thing was, as well as she knew her husband, she had no idea what kind of painting he might want to hang in his office.

Enver: "Hell no." He shook his head and then shrugged. "Surprise me. Nothing of Deanna either. Or Ven." He warned her, half teasing her about the idea. She had more sense than that, he knew, but couldn't resist saying it anyways. "Still don't think you should get in the middle of anything. With painting picture of her." Enver didn't really like sharing his wife, outside of the regular family events and needs and even then, at times he felt people more or less wasted her time when she could be spending it with him; if they had half a brain, like Sara.

[Enver Marshall II]

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

Keara: “Some direction require I do…” she began and then stopped. “No…that now a lie is. Idea I have,” she nodded and smiled at him. “Know I do what I for you could paint. But then allowed you are not for to look until completed it is. Yes?” She still hadn’t figured out that the reason he wanted something of hers was because he was jealous of the gift she’d given Robert. She hadn’t seen anything wrong in giving him a picture of the woman he was more or less dating. Enver was right though in one aspect, there was a good chance that Robert would realise Deanna couldn’t satisfy him in the ways he desired and then her sister more than likely would end up heartbroken. Her smile faltered and she hugged Enver tightly, laying her head on his chest and taking comfort in his scent.

Enver: "Fair enough. Deal." He agreed before a thought came to his mind. "When did Pratt get the painting? How did he get the painting? Don't think Deanna could have floated it to him." Enver questioned as his other arm went around her, the male looking down at the top of her head.

Keara: “Had I did the painting to Solace delivered. Know I do not as yet if he the gift has received. No word from him have I had for this to indicate. Though expect and require such a response I do not.” Keara squeezed him gently.

Enver: He nodded his head. If Pratt managed to get his wife alone too on top a painting, Enver was on to his game. He'd be right. He wasn't after Deanna, he was after his wife. He didn't tell his wife this, because she wouldn't believe him anyways. After all, she didn't believe what he said about Pratt and Deanna. "Yeah, well I wouldn't expect one either." He shrugged. Suddenly he found himself irritated with the fact his wife did something for Pratt and he couldn't even acknowledge it.

Keara: “More likely it is that he something to Deanna shall say,” she said with a nod as she pulled away from him. Gizmo had woken up and had realised that mum was home and so was sniffing and licking at her feet; something that made Keara giggle. “Was you sleepies?” she asked in a voice she reserved just for Gizmo. “Come see mummy,” she said scooping him up in her arms. “Daddy a portrait of you wants,” she said teasingly, looking at Enver as she said the words.

Enver: "Still think it's odd." He shrugged again and put his two cents in again before he looked down at the dog and snorted. "When'd you start to become a regula jokester?" He accused her before giving the dog a quick rub of his head before he walked away and sat on the bed again. "Could book you at the club some night for an opening comedy routine." He cracked a large grin and shook his head. "Don't you think Gizmo would like a friend? A dog friend?"

Keara: Keara smiled at Enver delighted by his comment; she didn’t believe him for a moment but the thought behind it was pleasant and showed that he liked the more playful side of her personality. “Humour from you learned I did My Love,” she said moving to sit on his lap. “And would you that allow?” she asked curiously. She had been considering this idea for some time but didn’t think that Enver would be amenable to it.

Enver: "Another dog?" He shrugged his shoulders then nodded his head. "Sure. Why not? Can't be good for him to be with us all the time. He's not acting like much of a dog anyways. Might do him some good." He grinned down at her, then pressed his lips to forehead. "It suits you. The humor." He nodded his head, before he tipped her chin up with one of his hands and kissed her lips. "Should get him a friend. Maybe you can pick one out."

Keara: “Liked I did the last choice that made for us you did,” she said stroking Gizmo’s head having sat him on her lap. “Worried I did that you another dog would not desire. Know I do that you sometimes Gizmo do not like. Trouble he is at times. And chews he does your items mainly, if he a choice has.” She reminded him. “And like I do for you to tease. Smile normally you do if I that do.”

Enver: "He'd probably stop chewing on things if he had a friend. And we stopped babying him. He's a dog." He scowled down at the dog as Keara began to pay it a lot of attention, after using baby talk at him. "Should be spending time with other dogs." He nodded his head at the thought. "I like him well enough. He's grown on me, I guess. You too it looks like."

Keara: “Oh yes. Love him I do,” she picked him up and cuddled him. He squirmed happily and began trying to lick her chin in his usual manner. “He the best gift is that ever given I have been,” she explained. This was of course the truth, it had to be, though what might need explaining was the fact that she didn’t so much see her engagement and wedding rings as gifts, as rather tokens of affection and symbols of their love and devotion to one another. In that, her rings were probably the best things he’d ever given her.

Enver: "Best gift my ***." Enver scoffed as he stood up. He glared down at the dog as his arms crossed at his chest and just stared at the two of them. "He might be a good gift, but not the best." Enver nodded his head as he grabbed out his phone and checked his messages. "Crash says he has some things for you when he sees you again." He was all too happy to change the topic from the dog to something else, because obviously he disagreed with Gizmo being the best gift she had ever got from anyone.

Keara: “Best gift he is,” she said sounding a little hurt by his comment. “If he not the best thing that given me you have, what would say it is?” she asked kissing Gizmo on the top of the head before placing him on the bed to go and get settled while she and Enver argued over his importance.

Enver: "Oh. I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe that thing I got you. That necklace that helps you when you go in buildings. Or that trip for our honeymoon. That was nice, right?" He looked at her not believing that the dog was the best thing he'd ever given her. "I'm not saying he's not a good gift. Just not sure he's the best gift anyone has ever given you before."

Keara: “Oh those gifts also quite wonderful are. Love I do everything that gift me you do,” she wrapped her arms around him and smiled at him sweetly before kissing his cheek. “But never have I before a pet been given. Gizmo my favourite gift is as loves us he does.”

Enver: "You never had a pet? Even as a kid? When you were human? Or when you were with Ven? You all never had any sort of pets?" He rubbed at his jaw. "Huh. Well, like I said, he's alright. For a dog. Could have been an asshole, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. "So we're getting another one, but I'm going to pick it out?"

Keara: She nodded her head. “A gamekeeper’s daughter I was. That true enough was and named I did the pheasants when young I was but mine they were not and wild animals good pets do not make. My father also said that name them I should not, as for eating they were. Difficult it is for a pet to have when move you must so often. Pack you must only what essential is. Allowed I was not jewellery, more than three changes of clothing, for friendships to maintain, etcetera. So no. No pet I was allowed. Perhaps allow we should Gizmo a female to choose?” she said thinking on who would be best person to choose the next pup.

Enver: He stared at her. "A female? Don't know if that's a good idea. I don't know if he's, you know. And if she's not. No way in hell I want more than two. Imagine having puppies everywhere? It'd be crazy." Enver voiced his concerns. "But sure, if she's fixed or he gets fixed then don't see why not. Unless you want puppies?" He rubbed at his jaw, looking at her, watching her.

Keara: “Hmm… Puppies?” she thought on the idea as she squirmed on her husband’s lap. “Perhaps puppies at a later date consider we could. With a different pair. Still learning I am for, for him to care. Where do we a puppy for him find? And yes a female best would be. Then perhaps my leg alone he shall leave. And yours,” she smiled at him and began kissing at his neck.

Enver: "Different pair? How many damn dogs do you want? Soon you'll be like the old cat lady. Only with dogs." He chuckled and shook his head. "But yeah, sure. We can get him one." He agreed before thinking on where to get another dog from. "Some shelter or pet store. Should be real easy to find one. Just have to set some time up to go to one of the places. Or a couple." He shrugged his shoulders.

Keara: “Once,” she dropped her voice and whispered the next word “dies he does.” She looked over Enver’s shoulder to her puppy, it was a sad fact that the critter would have to die but it was the way of the natural world and the poor thing would eventually be but a footnote in their history. “Turn him I cannot,” she said a little sadly. “Oh. So in the daytime to such places we must go…yes?”

Enver: "Ahh. Well, I think some are open until seven or either." He looked down at the dog, wondering if it was possible to turn an animal in to a vampire. Or more like something else, where they'd always live until something really bad happened to them. "Is that possible? Turning animals in to vampires or something like that?" He rubbed at his jaw wondering if he wanted to know the answer or not. By the time he'd think about doing that, the dog would probably be on death's door and old. Didn't seem right or fair to him.

Keara: “Heard of such a think I have not. Forbidden we were for children to sire. Possibly as it unfair was, but also as difficult they are to control. Their emotions and feelings they have yet to master, their reasoning incomplete is. Least this is what Ven to me did explain. Think I do that for an animal to turn a similar set of problems would have. Yes? So try that I never shall. Allow I shall Gizmo his mortal life and fill it I shall with happiness. Deserves he does for that. Yes?” She’d repositioned herself as she spoke, climbing off of Enver’s lap, only to straddle it and wrap herself around him in her usual manner.

Enver: "Well yeah. No one should sire a kid. That's an insane idea." Enver nodded his head, knowing how many issues Cherry had at sixteen or seventeen with her emotions and thoughts. Sure, he liked the girl all in all, but some of her ideas weren't the best laid out, he thought. "Was just asking. Since you seem attached to him and all." Enver grinned wide as she made herself comfortable on him, the dog left to his own devices for now.

Keara: “So a female for him we shall find…. Of the same breed perhaps? His match we should find.” She nodded and scooted as close to Enver as she could before kissing him deeply. “And I for you a picture shall pain.” She nuzzled at his neck. “And Deanna to her own devises we shall leave.” She nipped at his skin.

Enver: His match? She made it sound like they were going to magically make some sort of love connection for Gizmo. "Ahh, sure." He said, just to agree with her. Sometimes it was best to let Keara think everything would work out nicely and not be the bearer of bad news, or reality. "Yeah. Alright. Until she makes it our issue. If she does." He added in. Maybe he was wrong about it all. Maybe it'd not go south, or if it did, then she'd not drag them in to it. "And you'll take this off." He tugged at her top. "Summer is coming. Too much clothing might look like some break of the masquerade or something. Should stop wearing so much." He gave her a cheeky grin.

Keara: “Wish you do for me as a whore then to dress you do?” She said as she began unfastening the lacing of her bodice. “Changed I have not my clothing style for the seasons since returned I did. Perhaps happier be you would if I naked around the city did run. This you time too would save. Yes?” Her lips found his, even as she continued to unfasten her bodice, both hand behind her back.

Enver: "Around town?" He echoed against her lips before he leaned back and watched her. "Not around town. Maybe just around here would be alright." His grin grew wider before his hands helped her out of her top. "Yeah, around here in the asylum would be alright. Not far from our room." The thought of someone else seeing her roaming around like that, even in their home, with people that were family didn't sit well with him.

Keara: As he began to help her out of her attire, she began to pull at his. “Perhaps that new dress code for our cell should be,” she laughed and stopped what she was doing so that she could grab his face and kiss him passionately, her tongue massaging his before her arms reached around him and crushed him against her.

Enver: "Good idea. Agreed." He said with a growl as she helped him out of his clothing. With their agreement, to him, there was nothing more to discuss between the two of them. So he didn't. There were more important, better things to do with the rest of his evening. Their evening.