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

This RP takes place on Monday 23rd March 2015.

Keara:
Keara tomes home and immediately searches out her husband. "Best think it I do if we somewhere private do go," she growled with frustration.

Enver:
He was sitting at the crafting bench, phone out, feet kicked up when she appeared. After she talked, he shook his head. "No." He snapped back, putting the phone in his pocket as he looked at her.

Keara:
"Enver. Want I do not for this discussion in public to have. Make me summon you not. Argue further I wish not to." Her tone was more menacing than Enver had heard in a while, her recent outbursts more being ones of sorrow and pain.

Enver:
"We aren't in public. We're in our family home!" He said with a growl as he stood. He stayed near the bench, his arms crossing at his chest. "And since this has to do with family, I feel we can talk about it like civilized adults around the people we call family."

Keara:
“Wish I do not for to argue in front of those that love we do. Selfish it is for them into our problems to bring.” She pressed the button to the elevator and hoped that he’d see sense and join her.

Enver:
"Selfish it is for you to keep them shrouded in darkness." He scowled as he followed after her. "You might not like her, fair enough, but that doesn't mean they won't. Or shouldn't be allowed to." He seethed between clenched teeth as he stood next to her.

Keara:
“Reply to you I shall when alone we are,” she said stepping into the elevator that would take them down to her cell. She was getting angrier by the minute and if she wasn’t careful she was going to have one of, what Enver would call, her Carrie moments. This was something she hoped to avoid as one of the ways of controlling herself would be denied to her and the other would only serve to make her husband all the angrier.

Enver:
The elevator door pinged open and he muttered, "Fine. Whatever." Before entering inside the elevator. Once there, he leaned his back to the wall, kept his arms crossed and stared at the door's inside, simply stewing about his wife's behavior lately.

Keara:
Keara tried to ignore his behaviour. She had to. She couldn’t afford to lose control. Just when their relationship switched into her being the calmer of the pair she didn’t know; it was a change she definitely didn’t like, as being on this side of the fence was rather lonely. When the elevator stopped, she walked out in silence and made her way into their cell, waiting for him to follow before closing the door behind them.

Enver:
With the door closed, Enver tugged his tie off and threw it to the floor. he hated ties anyways and with his temper flaring, he felt like the thing was suffocating. "What you did and said to Lorde in front of me and everyone else, was out of line." He snarled. "She is a part of me. I know you don't like it, but that's how it is. Peter is a part of you, Kallista, Jersey and all of them are a part of you and if I snubbed any of them for any reason, you'd call me on it. That's what I'm doing right now." His suit coat followed suit, before he moved to the closet to find a t-shirt to change in to now that he was done with any real work for the night.

Keara:
Keara perched herself on the edge of the bed, they had a dress code in their cell but it would do neither of them any good in this moment to obey it, so she folded her hands into her lap and tried not to think about stabbing him as her dagger appeared in her right fist.
“What said I? Make no sense you do. Know I do that things right between us are not. Not really and yet trying I am for to understand your rage.”

Enver:
The male scoffed and shook his head. "You know damn well what you said. Lorde knows she is yours. It didn't need to be said. You said it to slight me about Shya. I know she'll never be looked at by you like you look at Lorde, but it didn't need to be said. It's just assumed and known. Everyone damn well knows it!" He unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and then replaced it with some random cafe t-shirt he got in Cali the last time they were there.

Keara:
“Annoyed you are with me that I affectionate with Lorde was? Think perhaps you do that desires me now also she does. And what said I did, true was. Told Lorde that I never before have and said it long ago I should have. Love her I do. Help that I cannot.”
Keara avoided saying anything about Shya, she couldn’t. She’d seen enough of the female to last her a life time and now that she had her image, she was all the more difficult to erase from her mind.

Enver:
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "The timing is a bit suss, don't you think?" He turned to face her, his arms crossed at his chest. "It could be true, but you decided to say it in front of me. Something you could have told her privately. I already know how you feel about her, Keara." He moved away from the closet to his dresser, looking for a pair of jeans. Eventually, this conversation would end and he would go back to tinkering. Or doing something else.

Keara:
“Suspect it may be. And perhaps wanted I did for you my words to hear but so angry with me you need not be. Not unless hoping you are that gut myself for your amusement I shall. For that a real possibility becoming is.”
Keara’s dark eyes followed her husband as he moved about the room. She adored that man, even now and holding onto those feelings was all that was stopping her from letting the darkness in.

Enver:
"Oh, come off it." He waved a dismissive hand in the air. "You know damn well I don't like when you do garbage like that. So It'd be far from amusing." He pulled out a pair of jeans, turned to look at her and cleared his throat. "If you keep on with this behavior, you're not going to like the man I'm going to become." He said quietly, his eyes darkening as he stared right at her. "I don't do petty. I did that garbage in my twenties. You don't like her? Fine. But don't make it your point to sit here and let me know that every damn time you get the opportunity to."

Keara:
“Think you do that that something I can control is?”
His anger at her was now beginning to sting, his words ripping into her deeper than any weapon he could wield. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore but rather than direct her anger at her husband she began to draw her weapon across her arm, making a series of short, shallow lines that ran parallel to her wrist.

Enver:
"Knock it off!" He growled before appearing before his wife and moved to knock the blade out of her hand. "This is insane." A hand went to his head before it smacked against the side of it with the palm of his hand. "How did we get this way? Lately it's 'I'm going to kill myself, or hurt myself, or hurt someone else.' I can't take it anymore. It's not who I am. Hurting someone intentionally. If I don't do something, you think the absolute worst of me and of her. Like I'm screwing her or something. And you go hurting yourself. If I ignore her to make you happy, then I hurt myself and probably her. If she ends up dead again, it's because of me. Again! I'm at a ******* crossroad and no matter what way I turn I'm hurting someone." His hand went to his hair and ran through it before he stepped away from her and took a seat on the sofa, his eyes glued to the floor near his feet.

Keara:
“Always been that way we have?”
Both her tone and her eyes betrayed her confusion. None of this was new. She had to hurt herself to regain control, he knew that; she’d always been that way and now he was saying what? That he didn’t love her? That he couldn’t love her for who she was? She hadn’t accused him of loving Shya or sleeping her, not in this conversation and yet he was throwing it back at her like she had. Was he? Is that why he seemed to be pulling away from her? Why he no longer loved her for who she was?
She’d changed, a little, couldn’t he see that? She used to hurt him all the time and even now she was struggling to hold herself back from burying the knife in his chest. Hurting herself all the more, when all she wanted to do was hurt him, was that not progress in its own twisted way?
The dagger reappeared in her hand and she made another, much deeper cut.
“Do this for Control I do. Know that you do. Knew that you did when bound yourself to me you did. If love me you no longer do, then say it plainly Enver, stay I shall not with one that wants me not.”
Her eyes glossed with tears but she refused to shed a single one of them. The physical pain was all that she had to keep herself from falling apart, and she hoped he recognised that.

Enver:
"It's not the same." He told her flatly with a shake of his head. "This is different and you damn well know it. You won't even say her name. Like she's some dark, secret. I sired her. That's it. I didn't do anything with her. I don't know much, if anything about her, but I feel like I can't say her name, can't help her, can't even think about helping her, or this is where we'll be. Or worse. Like on the boat." He cleared his throat. "You want me to choose, don't you?" He accused her, because that was what it was beginning to feel like for him. Like everything he did for Shya, was wrong because his wife couldn't even say her damn name.

Keara:
He didn’t say what she needed to hear. He didn’t even begin to try and ease her mind as to his feelings and so the more he spoke of Shya, the more she began to lose what little grip she had on her control.
She pressed the tip of her blade into her wrist and then let the dagger sink so that it was almost in line with her skin before pressing it deeper. Her eyes closed and she took a sharp, unnecessary breath of air.
“Asked you I have not for to choose, but choosing you are. Though perhaps know that you do not. Choosing her now you are. Over me. For say you cannot that love me you do. Speaking only of her you are.”

Enver:
"Love you?" He growled out at her. "Why do I need to state the obvious? Of course I love you!" He looked away from her. "I love you so damn much that it's making me insane lately." It was absolutely true. Enver felt like he had to be extra cautious of anything he had to say in case it sent his wife in to a whirlwind. Much like what they were in now. When he was mad at her for being so petty. How did she get to be mad at him when he was mad at her? He sighed again. "I love you. Okay?" This wasn't their problem. And he was sure she knew that. That she was doing this to take him away from the real topic at hand. Her behavior. "Can you say the same about me?" He asked her quietly.

Keara:
“Prove it. Please?”
Keara opened her watery eyes to look at her husband.
“Need I do for you to kiss me. For your love to feel. Need this I do so that need I do not for myself any longer to flay.”
She pulled the blade from her arm, the blood upon it being swallowed up by the atmosphere. The wounds bubbled black, and much like the blood on the knife, eventually succumbed to the same fate.

Enver:
The male sighed and shook his head. "This is insane, Keara. You know I love you." He stepped forwards anyways, wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her over to him. His lips pressed against hers as he grabbed the blade and wrapped his hand around it. He does this to keep her from hurting herself anymore.

Keara:
At first she thought the shake of his head was a refusal but then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She deepened the kiss, and attempted to drop the blade so that she could wrap herself around her husband. It might have been insane but she didn’t know it; though she wasn’t about to vocalise that, not until his kiss proved otherwise.

Enver:
When Enver felt her strong hold on the knife lessen, he followed suit and let his grip off the blade, fine with letting it fall, if she allowed it to. His other hand went to her face and cupped it before he pulled away to look her in the face. Enver sighed, then looked away from his wife. "I love you. Not Shya. I don't even know her. I don't know anything about her other than maybe, ten facts at best. And that's being generous." His hand went to the back of her neck so that their eyes would be locked on the other. "I sired Lorde, before you were around. I got to know her and nothing, I repeat nothing ever happened with her. With me. Think on that for a while before you discard Shya as a person."

Keara:
He was talking about Shya before she even had a moment to enjoy him. The blade had been discarded but if he wasn’t careful it would soon be in her hand once again. Freeing herself from his grasp, she turned her back to him and sighed, her shoulders dropping in defeat.
“If say I do how feel I do, then angry with me become you may. Want I do not for you angry to make but… in pain I am.”
His words should have consoled her but they didn’t. Just hearing her name on his lips made her want to cut herself again; an urge she would have to fight if they were to have this conversation.

Enver:
She turned from him and he frowned harder. A hand went to her shoulder as he moved up behind her. "Because she is sired now? To me." He asked before clearing his throat. "Because we don't see eye to eye on this. Because you feel betrayed. What would you have me do? Ignore her? What will that get her? She could die and then what? We come back. You know this." He moved around her to look her in the face. "I don't know how to fix this, unless you help me." He admitted with a quick hand through his hair. "But taking cheap shots at her, through me isn't fixing anything."

Keara:
He was doing it again; talking about it before she was ready.
“Enver. Need I do for this conversation slowly to take. Need I do for you first my concerns to hear. Allow me this you must. Please. Difficult this all is for me. More difficult than seeming you are for to understand.”
Keara’s eyes stayed down and she began to pick at the hem of the red sash around the dress she was wearing.
“Know now with certainty I do not that love me you do. Not since learned I did that you your promise to me did break. Know I do what said you have. Know that believe it you do, for an accident to be. But… difficult it is for to believe that so easily broken your word can be. The only reason that sense to me does make, is that in love with her you are. That in love with her fell you did in the moment when met her you did."

Enver:
His jaw just stood agape when his wife claimed that he loved Shya. At first glance, basically. Enver’s brows furrowed together as he took a step back, still staring at his wife in disbelief. "You think I love someone I know almost nothing about? Because why? She might be, what? Pretty? She didn't look like much of anything the night I sired her. Nothing more than some asshole's punching bag." He took another step back. "I might think a lot of things that don't ever make sense, but I don't believe I've accused you of loving someone else. Ever." His mouth was starting to feel dry as he stood there. He closed his mouth so he wouldn't look like an idiot.

Keara:
She didn’t need to look at him to know how he might look as he absorbed what she said. She could barely believe she was vocalising this fear herself but they had promised not to keep secrets and while her own stupid thoughts, may not have fallen into that category, she knew he had to know if they stood any chance of working through this.
“No,” she said shaking her head slightly but still unwilling and unable to raise it so that she might look him in the eye. “But reason otherwise I cannot. For such an important promise to break, special she must be. For my heart to break, love her more you must. See you not the path my thoughts do take?”
She allowed herself to peek up at him for the briefest of moments while she tried to gauge his reaction and then cast all her concentration back upon the hem of her sash.

Enver:
"You talk like I wanted to break your heart. That I was intentionally devious. That I just woke up that night and decided, 'oh, how can I upset my wife tonight? I think I'll sire a woman.'" He glared at her, before he looked away. "And no, I don't see how you could think that. Unless you think so low of me."

Keara:
She was ashamed of herself and yet she still couldn’t let it go. She knew she should. She knew she stop talking and let the subject move on, but she just couldn’t. Instead she sank to her knees, whereupon her dagger once more found its home in her hand.
“For to say that done it was without thought. Without a reason. Enver. No sense to me does that make. That you so thoughtless could be. That think of me you did not. That forget me you could.”
She looked up at him and while her words may have been just as painful for him to hear as they were for her to say, she was quite clearly trying to come to terms with the situation. Her voice was soft, almost apologetic as she spoke. Fear and pain were present in almost every word. He had broken her heart and they both knew it. She wasn’t looking to punish him for that either,, she was looking for a way to forgive him so that they could move on.

Enver:
He clenched his jaw and looked at the ground, his fists balling together as he stood there. "What do you want me to say? I've said I'm sorry, I don't know how many times. I've assured you that I don't love her. I can't love her. I don't even know who she is and still don't really because I haven't been the sire I should be for the obvious reasons." His fists unclenched as he sighed and began to walk. Or pace, really. Only it was a slow pace and he stopped against a wall to 'rest' from pacing before starting up again the other way. "You know who I am. The things I say and do since before we were married. I am thoughtless. I react without thinking. It's who I am. It's what makes me, me. That's not going to change. I've died over being thoughtless and careless. You've seen that first hand too." He reminded her as he came to a standstill, eyes on her. "So take your disappointment out on me. Not her."

Keara:
“Do that I cannot. She the reason is why trust you now I cannot. Why doubt there is, when doubt ought not be. Broken we are… because of her.”
She was being honest. Perhaps too honest. She knew how Enver was and she loved him despite of it all, because of it all, even. She adored her husband and that had not changed. She loved him now as much as she always had but then a lack of love hadn’t ever been there problem.

Enver:
He looked at the wall that was opposite of her as Enver started pacing again. What she said was a difficult pill to swallow. And problematic. Broken was an understatement. By a hundred fold. No, maybe even a thousand. Enver stopped pacing, turned to face his wife and focused on the wall past her. "You can't be married to someone you don't trust. Or love them." His jaw clenched together and made a small 'popping,' noise as he finally looked at her. "We're not broken. We're destroyed." The male cleared his throat to look away. "You don't believe that I love you. You don't trust me. We're back to square one. Worse than that. At least you neither trusted or distrusted me back then."

Keara:
He was right. Without trust, without love they were destroyed. One broken promise was all it had taken to shake them to the core. But then it had been the only thing she’d ever asked of him. She sighed softly as she digested his words.
“Want you do for me to leave?”
Keara began to turn the blade in her hand; the point of hit was set against the opposite hand and she worked the hilt with her fingertips. The tip of the blade burrowed into her skin. She wasn’t trying to punish herself this time, this was something she wasn’t even aware she was doing, even though she was staring at the metal as it turned before her eyes.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Enver:
"No." He said quietly before looking back up at Keara. "But I don't think that's my choice to make." He moved to a wall and leaned his back against it. "I'm not the one whose trust is destroyed."

Keara:
“Love you I do Enver. That changed has not. Only think I do that you a reason had for her as your own to take. A reason as to why allow her to die you could not. Heard I have much of love. That possible it is for in a moment in love to fall. Say you do that know her you do not, but one day know her you shall. Want I do not for this way to think but help it I cannot. Lose you I may. Perhaps lost to me already you have been.”
Now she began to work the blade with purpose, drawing it over her wrist once more, reopening the wound that had begun to knit itself closed.

Enver:
He snarled at her when she started re-cutting herself, before he pushed off the wall. "STOP IT." He grabbed her on both her arms with both his hands and shook her. Hard. "I'm not lost. I'm right ******* here, but you aren't willing to meet me half-way. You don't want me to talk about her to you? Fine. I won't. You want to know when I see her? Sure. Can do. Anything other than that, I don't know how to make you happy, or what more I can do. And by the way, you can't love someone you don't trust. I know. I've lived that experience first-hand. So stop saying you love me, because I sure as **** don't believe it with all these ridiculous accusations you've been making about me lately." He shoved off the wall and moved to the bathroom where he grabbed his toothbrush and started getting set up.

Keara:
Shaking her did very little, in fact she barely even responded to the act. His impatience and her confusion were not a good combination. She knew she could love him, because she didn’t know how not to love him. He’d awoken the emotion in her and only he could take it away. She was all too certain of that. And that was what scared her most; that he might take his love and leave. That he might leave her at all was bad enough but to think that he might leave her for another was beyond unbearable.
“But love you I do. And if continue this conversation we do, with me you should be. Not away from me. With me. Need I do for you to feel.”

Enver:
He looked down at the toothbrush in his hand, set it on the counter and moved back towards her. In the doorway of the bathroom to look at his wife. "I think we have a very different idea of love." He said bitterly before clearing his throat. "I'd never accuse you of sleeping with Peter. Or loving him like me. Or more than me." He frowned hard as he crossed his arms at his chest. "I don't even know her. You know Peter a hell of a lot more than I know her. And I've never-" He shook his head. It didn't add up to Enver. How someone could love another and say something like that to the person they claimed to love.

Keara:
She didn’t want to move but she didn’t want to stay where she was either. She wanted to be in Enver’s arms and since he’d made the effort to at least come back to a place she could see him, if she chose to turn and look at him that was, she knew she had to find the strength of will to move too.
Casting the dagger aside, she stood and ran to her husband, closing the short distance between them in a matter of moments. She didn’t stop before him though, as she perhaps ought to have. No. instead as she reached him, she leapt at him, wrapping herself around in her usual manner.
“No. Never.”
She agreed. She couldn’t disagree. He’d never accused her of cheating on him, his focus was usually on the other, the one Keara could not speak for with one hundred percent certainty like she could for herself.
“About knowing My Love it is not. All about feeling it is. Worry I do. Silly I know it to be and yet need I do for you to know. Know my heart you should. Heal it otherwise you cannot.”
She clung all the tighter to him. She hadn’t meant to insult him. She wanted him to understand the depth of her disappointment and fears. She’d believed that if he knew, if he could understand what it was that had her so shaken, that they might be able to find a way through it; together.

Enver:
He sighed as arms wrapped around her and his chin came to rest on the top of her head. "I know what your heart feels." He shook his head. "No. I don't know what it feels. Not by you. I hear what you're saying. You're disappointed. You're hurt. You're heart broken. You don't trust me anymore. I hear you. I've been hearing you. And you act like I have some answer. I've tried fixing it. I've told you I don't know her. I don't love her, I barely see her. Short of a god damn miracle, I don't know how to fix the way you feel. I wish I could, but I can't. My words aren't working. And my actions-" He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know what to do. I stay home if I'm not working, I come back if I go to see her almost right away. I keep doing the things I've been doing for the safety of our family but those things aren't good enough either. So tell me." His tone got louder, "Tell me what you want me to do or say."

Keara:
“Want I do for you again to trust. For your word to believe,” she looked up into his eyes, those dark eyes that could and would most likely be the death of her. “Difficult it is. Difficult to for you it is. Forgotten as yet you have not that I so silly a mistake did make as for into the shower with our son to step. Mention that almost weekly you do. Know you that? That accuse me you do for that with another to do, with Crash. With whomever around us is.”
She didn’t want to start this argument, she wanted to finish it. She wanted him to realise that some sins were not easily forgiven, even by him. They needed time. Time to right themselves and from some of what her husband had said, she wasn’t sure he wanted that. To her it seemed that he wanted distance, and she wanted anything but that.

Enver:
He sighed again. She was bringing up something he didn't like talking about. That Enver really didn't understand. How easy it was for his wife to jump in the shower with another man that was naked, but he couldn't get her in one for the life of him for the longest time while they were dating. Telling her that only sparked in her how natural it was because of Peter's state of mind and how innocent it all was, but she didn't understand how Enver felt on it. Because to her, nothing would ever happen between her and Peter. And while that might be true, Enver never thought he would have to tell his wife to not go in a shower with some guy who was half way decent looking. It just wasn't something most people did. It wasn't something anyone did, really. Not unless they were intimate; at least that was how it felt in his mind. But again, talking about it was like slamming your fist in to a brick wall. Ineffective and stupid. So he wasn't going to mention it again. "Crash is different. He'd screw anyone that walked if they showed the slightest amount of interest in them." Enver pointed out to her. "Even a married woman." He said quietly before a hand went to the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I won't talk about Crash anymore as long as you don't talk to him about becoming a vampire again. It's not happening." Enver said flatly.

Keara:
He was avoiding the point of what she said, or perhaps he didn’t see it. He was still punishing her for a mistake she made. One she hadn’t thought better of in the moment, or rather one she did think better of after that moment had passed. She realised it was wrong and had vowed never to do it again. And yet his mistake was far more cutting, as the consequences of it were not at all fleeting as with hers. She merely sought to bring their son around, something she had succeeded in. His mistake had resulted in a new bond, that would be with him for eternity. One that he wanted her to meet and accept.
“Never have I Crash in such a light seen Enver,” she gazed up at him lovingly, the hurt still showing behind her own dark eyes. “Promised you I already have for that topic never again with him to discuss. And my word in that believe you may. Promises lightly I do not make.”
She realised how she sounded and how she might have been pointing out yet again that he was untrustworthy but that hadn’t been her intention. It was the truth, unfortunately. She could not see herself forgetting her promises in a moment, not like he had done.
“Want I do for forgiven to be,” she told him, returning to the reason she brought up her own transgression in the first place. “Know you do that desire Peter I do not. Only wanted I did for him to help. Needed I did for our son to help. And as soon as awoken he had to the world once more, removed myself from the situation I did. Think I do that I a panic attack of sorts then had. Filled my mind was with images of you with Lorde. Of how feel I would if the situation reversed was. Quite sick I felt. Knew then I did that wrong I had been, even if my intent pure was.”

Enver:
"I already told you I forgave you. But forgiving you doesn't mean I'm going to forget about it. It's not a switch you can just turn-" As he talked, Enver realized how parallel their situation ran. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "I've forgiven you." He said again, not sure what else to say. Or what not to say. They finally weren't arguing, but it didn't seem like they were getting any further with either situation. "I don't know how to get you to trust me again, and if you can't, then-" He shook his head at the thought. "I don't know. I'd rather just spend time in the shadow realm than live with someone who can't come to trust me ever again because of a single mistake. Would you want to live with someone you can't ever trust again? You say you love me now, but in ten years from now if we're still here, I can guarantee you that you won't." He stared at the wall near the door of their cell, lost in what seemed like an impasse between the two of them.

Keara:
“Feels like forgiveness still necessary is though, at times.”
She hugged him all the tighter, knowing that he had perhaps finally realised what he’d been doing, or just how similar they were in some ways. It wasn’t a switch you turn off with ease, it was a process, and she herself was still trying to process his betrayal.
“Think I cannot of a world in which with me you are not. Know that you do. Think you that stayed I did in that river because that my desire was? Put me there you did. Be there I had to when you returned. Though… Contemplated also I did for myself to that realm to banish. More than contemplate that now I would if desired you no longer did for with me to be.”
She buried her face in his chest. It was all too painful to consider.
“Speak I cannot for ten years from now. Though know I do with unyielding certainty that love you then I still would. Learn I can for you again to trust. Through suspicious of you for a time to be. Allow me that you must, else proof have I shall not that what you say true is. Want I do for what broken is to mend. Lie to me for her you cannot. Ever. No secrets can there be in which she a part is. Yes? Promise me this you can?”
She pulled back and cupped his face in both hands.
“Without you Enver I live not. Time you must give me. Time allowed I must have for to heal. And in this time, force me you ought not, for her to accept. For that helps me not.”

Enver:
Time. Enver hated time when it was working against you, but he knew she was right. He simply nodded his head. "Fair enough, but you can't expect me to abandon her either." He stated with no sense of emotion laced in his words. "I want the same thing too. To fix things. To have what we had. We can still be like that." He told her with the soundest of beliefs. "But not if you accuse me of ridiculous things. I've never fancied the idea of another in any way close to the way I think of you since being with you. If you could hear my thoughts and see them, you'd see that was true." His arms around her tightened. "I only want you. I only love you, and I only want you for a wife. I'd never-" He cleared his throat. "Do that to you. Ever."

Keara:
Keara wrapped her arms around her husband once more and closed her eyes, content to be in his arms and to have this, whatever it was, as settled as it could be.
“Asked you I never have for her to abandon. Though perhaps asking I am that you me, before all other do place. When hurting I am, address first you must my pain. Then talk of Shya we may. If that your choosing is.”
It hurt to say her name, and she strained to say it, but she had to. It was a concession of sorts, a way to show him that she would make an effort in the future. The distant future perhaps, but it would at least give her husband some hope. She didn’t want him to choose between them, not really; she just needed to know that she was still his priority, just as he was hers.
“Know you do that I the same could say,” she was looking back up him now. “That love only you I do. That maddening it is for to think of you with another. Do that also to you I could not. Unthinkable that is to me.” She placed her right hand over his heart. “You My Love are.”

Enver:
Before all others. Enver believed he usually did that. Almost always. Or at least, he tried to put her and her feelings first night in and night out. So what she was asking of him wasn't something he couldn't do, or wasn't trying to do. "You're always first." He stated soundly, because again, he believed he did put her first. "And I know." He chimed in about the latter of her words. "So we good? Or as good as we can be? No more talking about things we know aren't true. Or at least, no more accusations, unless there's damn good proof." He sighed and looked down at his wife, pulling away just a little bit so he could accomplish this.

Keara:
Keara nodded.
“Yes. Believe I do that good we are. So far as good right now we can be. And try I shall for my thoughts not to allow into fantasy to stray. Though help I cannot my fears Enver. Very real they are.”
She pulled him down to her level so that she could kiss him, not giving him much choice in the matter. The evening had been disappointing enough so far what with being forced to face his mistake, even if it was just from a distance, and then having him refuse to join the raid with her. All she wanted to do now was lose herself in him and his affection; if he’d allow that.

Enver:
He chuckled against her lips and shook his head. He didn't believe her fears were real. Not when it came to him potentially sleeping around on her. Most of all with Shya. But he didn't offer a rebuttal, other than the shake of his head. He broke the kiss after returning it, a devious look in them. "I thought there was a rule in this place?" He eyed her elaborate dress with a large, cheeky smirk.

Keara:
“That true is. Though if obey it now we do, fear I shall have to for my dress. Another promise make first you shall have to, for not to damage what wearing I am when remove it you do.”
Keara smiled up at Enver and then claimed his lips once more. She didn’t want to take anymore and she suspected that he didn’t want to either from what he’d said and what he’d chosen now to remember. She was sure when the conversation began that he planned to leave again when it was over, and so was delighted to see that this had changed. She herself had planned to drag him to the raid with her, but she had done all that she was capable of for a time and could trust her family to cope well enough in her absence.

Enver:
Now he was going to interject. A little. "It's just a dress. I can buy you another. And another and another after that one is gone too." He grumbled, complaining just a little as his fingers found the zipper to her dress. "I promise to try my hardest to not ruin your dress." He said with a small smirk as he tried to follow through with that promise.

Keara:
“Repair and make another dress also I can, but that not the point is,” she laughed. “That one promise is, that hurt me it shall not for you to break.”
That said, she then set about ruining the t-shirt he’d just put on. While she could probably rip it with her strength or form claws that cut through the material, she chose instead to summon her dagger into her hand; an act he likely didn’t notice, as her hands were around him and behind his back. Then, in what could have been an act she’d practiced often, one hand freed the material from off the nape of his neck while the other inserted the blade and drew it down the length of t-shirt. With it split from collar to hem, she pulled out of his grasp, grabbed the front of the shirt, balling it in her fist and stepped back, pulling the material free from his body and looking all too pleased with herself.
“Hmm… That better is.”

Enver:
He groaned as she kept on about the dress. "Alright. Fine." He agreed as she started getting aggressive with him. This only caused his smirk turn in to a grin. Until she cut his shirt up. "Hey, I got that shirt in Cali. Now we'll have to take another trip back there." Enver growled at her as he grabbed his wife and hauled her to the bed, trying very carefully to not get the dress caught on any piece of furniture or decor as he brought her there and playfully dumped her on the bed. "If I manage to not ruin it, I think you should do that one thing you did for me for my birthday that one time." He nodded like it was a good idea that she should agree to as he inched his way over to her on all fours.

Keara:
“Your clothing as replaceable as mine is. Buy you we shall another, and another, and another. Many trips together we shall take and buy we shall items that ruined can be so that forced we are for to return.”
She was about to drop the blade to the floor once more, to allow it to disappear over the edge of the bed so that she could focus on her husband but at the last moment she changed her mind and offered it to Enver instead.
“Do I shall whatever you desire.” She pressed the hilt of the dagger into his hand. “Only need you do for it from me to demand.”

Enver:
He scoffed at her when she took his words and flipped it to use it against him. Though, he inched closer to her with a large grin when she agreed to do that one thing again. With the blade offered to him, he took it and shoved it down hard. Deep in to their mattress before he pressed a kiss to her lips, then worked his lips from hers, to her neck and to the heart shaped bust line where his teeth tried to work the dress down. Somehow that worked better in his head than what actually happened, so Enver decided to take a different approach. "On second thought, thing doesn't even need to come off." He said as he hiked the bottom up a little and disappeared under it.

Keara:
Keara pouted as he drove the dagger into their mattress, though quickly consoled herself with the fact that it hadn’t been discarded entirely and could be easily retrieved by Enver if he so wished. His kisses were all that she needed, both to forgive and to forget; at least for a while. His touch was maddening to her in all the best ways, and as he disappeared from sight she couldn’t help but purr with contentment.