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: When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 31 May 2015, 17:25
by Enver Marshall II
Three nights. Three damn nights he'd been trying to inspire his wife, but hadn't been able to. The first night, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was Jersey. The second night, while annoying, hadn't bothered him either, but come the third night, Enver was fuming. Something so simple and potentially meaningless, enraged the male. Three nights of trying to inspire his wife and he hadn't been quick enough to beat whoever else it was to the punch line.
So, Enver did what he seldom, if ever did. He searched for the culprit so that he could have a reasonable talk with them, because Enver assumed that it was Jersey or someone else in the family. But when he saw it was someone outside of the family, the idea of being civil was tossed out the window. Who the hell did she think she was?
He complained to his wife about it, and she didn't have many answers about the reasoning as to why the woman continually inspired his wife. He understood the initial reasoning, but three nights? Unacceptable. And as he stewed about it, dark thoughts came in to his mind. Did this woman want his wife? It was highly possible. As far as he knew, they weren't close. So in his mind, this was how the woman was showing her affections for his wife.
Well, he was going to do something about it. Enver didn't like to get his own hands dirty, but once in a while, he didn't mind if someone else wanted to. And there were a lot of people in Harper Rock that liked to get their hands dirty. Crash, his waste of space for a thrall knew a few guys too. Regular customers that would kill to earn a decent amount of cash. Did he want the other Allurist dead? No. But he did want to put her in her place.
So, he had Crash bring a guy over. Enver didn't ask names. He just put a wad of cash on the table and a picture of the woman who had once been in the same faction as he, next to that wad of cash. "Fifty thousand, like I promised." Enver slid the money closer to the guy, letting him look the stack over. "And if you get close to her, give this to her too." Enver put a note on the table that said, 'Only I get to 'inspire,' my wife.' The guy nodded, grabbed the three items, turned and left with no questions asked.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 03 Jun 2015, 19:05
by Keara Aithne
This was something Keara should have seen coming. It was also something she should have put a stop to the night before, as if the situations were reversed, she would have been quite upset. In fact, only a few weeks earlier it was something that had occurred, only unlike Enver, Keara had not waited three days before grumbling to her other half about it. Just for one night she'd been unable to inspire her husband and that had been enough for Keara. Had the person been a male, she might not have felt it as much as she had that night but alas, as always, it was a female that had turned her attentions to her husband. The intentions being only that of a kind heart, as Jersey had inspired Keara as well, but then jealousy is not a rational being. Alexandrea had begun inspiring Keara on the Monday and three days later she still using her powers upon her. While a little inspiration was always a welcomed gift, Keara felt the impact of it for the rest of the day, as if a little piece of the person were wrapped about her. So, naturally, she preferred her husband to inspire her over that of another. The reason for the sudden attention was unknown to Keara. The first inspiration was one she understood, the subsequent ones however she did not. Alex had a kind heart. Keara knew this to be true. They still worked together even, in a sense, as Goth Garb still stocked Alexandrea's accessories and Alex's boutique houses a small collection of her clothing. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement and it seemed to work out well for them both. Still... Keara couldn't help but feel that the attention was undeserved.
Enver had shown a willingness to deal with this situation himself and so Keara had allowed this. The string of inspirations had ceased but within a week the cycle had started again. Keara sighed to herself. The twenty-fifth of May had been when this had all begun. Enver had voiced his disapproval on the twenty-seventh and had said that he would sort things out himself and Keara thought that he had. On the first of June however Alexandrea took to inspiring Keara again. Three days in, Keara decided that her husband had, had quite long enough to deal with this himself and so decided to message the female in question and ask her to stop. Kindly of course, as she liked Alexandrea and did not wish to have to take any action against her for something so trivial. Trivial that is to most people. Not so trivial to Keara and Enver and Keara could not trust that her husband might take the retaliation a little too far if left to his own devises.
Alexandrea,
Appreciate I do, that chosen you have for me to inspire. Kind of you that is. But ask I must, that you this again do not without my permission do. Enver likes does for me to inspire. Like I do, for his influence upon me to feel. Hope I do that you this can understand and that you my request shall honour.
Hope I do too that this virtual letter you well does find.
With affection,
Keara Marshall
Keara wrote out the email within her mind, re-read it, edited it, read it again and when she was sure that the words were as clear as she could make them, she sent it. The only issue now was whether or not to tell her husband what she had done. Transparency was something the elder tried to practice with her husband but in this case she wasn't sure if she might be stepping on his toes and worried that telling him that she had decided to get involved might dent his ego. Deciding that his ego was the least of her issues, she decided to interrupt his movie watching, chilling out time and so leaned over him to grab the remote before pressing pause. This part would be even more difficult than the last as concentrating on her husband while he was naked, as per the rules of their room, was always distracting.
"Sent I have an email, My Love," she began as her fingertips traced over scars. "To Alexandrea. Asked her I have for to stop what doing she has been. Require I do not for her essence always about me to feel. Know I do, that said you did, that you this situation handle would but try now I too must." Having said what she needed to say, she pressed her lips to his bare chest in the hopes that this action might soften the blow.[/font]
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 06 Jun 2015, 11:40
by Enver Marshall II
Enver had been so engrossed in the movie hat he had only heard half of what his wife was saying. Something about an email. He nodded, until he heard who the email was to. His jaw clenched as he sat up against the back of the frame on their bed, pulled his wife [and her lips] off him before he cleared his throat.
He waited until she was finished, but as she kept talking, he only got angrier. Did she not think he could take care of it? He was taking care of it, it just seemed Alexandrea was harder to track down than the human originally thought, but every night he was out there looking for her. He felt completely under-minded by his wife and suddenly a failure.
"You don't think I can take care of it?" Enver asked his wife coolly as he pulled the sheets off him and moved off the bed. "I am handling it." Enver started to pace, a hand on his jaw as he rubbed at it. "I've got some guy, well, never mind that. It's being handled." Enver assured her, not wanting to go in to the finer details of things. "No more emails." He said sharply with another nod before he started putting his clothing back on. His mood and desire to watch anything had suddenly vanished.
Enver grabbed his phone from the dresser and started looking for the guy's number. "I'm going to go tinker." When he found it, he sent the guy another text. Another ten thousand if you do it tonight. He hit send and went to tinkering at his work bench.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 07 Jun 2015, 21:48
by Keara Aithne
Prepared for this kind of reaction, Keara simply watched and waited. She let her husband rant himself out, dress and leave. The film was still paused but rather than turn it off, she lay back in the bed, placed her hands behind her head and stared at the screen until it became a blur of colours. When she was sure that sufficient time had passed, she threw the covers off and went to shower. The water had barely begun to heat up as she stepped into the bathtub and drew the curtains around her. With an almost wicked smile, she then concentrated on pulling her husband to her. His mood had likely not yet improved and this act would likely do nothing to change that but it was enough to make the female smile.
As he appeared he would be greeted with the sight of his wife soaping herself up. Her eyes sparkled with enjoyment and her lips showed that she was clearly enjoying the moment. If Enver had any complaints about being summoned into the shower fully clothed for his wife's amusement, he only had himself to blame as she had learned her sense of humour almost entirely from him.
"Handle me you may, if that you does please," she said tossing the soap the short distance between them. "So upset with me you need not be. Have I do as much right for with Alexandrea to speak, as you. Want I do for your aura about me to feel. Not hers. Want always I do for you about me to feel, else bare our separation I cannot. Not even if you but five minutes from my side are."
She let the words sink in, having not really given him any time to complain about her actions before this. A part of her thought that his pride might be injured enough to resist her as she was but she hoped this would not be the case. She hoped that her words and explanation would be enough to convince him that she too also had to try something. Unable to lie, but apparently able to exaggerate a little, she believed she had now explained her reasoning for stepping in, in such a way as to cushion the blow to his ego. She loved and adored her husband and he had to know that not being inspired by him was as painful, if not more so, to her than it was to him.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 10 Jun 2015, 21:51
by Enver Marshall II
He was in the middle of setting a newly crafted sensor alarm in a trap when all of a sudden the trap, sensor alarm and crafting bench were gone. Like they were a figment of his imagination. He was standing in front of his wife with a scowl on his face as beads of water soaked his clothing. The screwdriver that was in his hand was put on a shelf in the shower before arms crossed at his side.
He found little humor in the situation, even if she held enough humor in her face for the both of them. Rage ensued every part of Enver, upset with her and upset with himself. And then he was upset with Alexandrea too. "I don't think you'd like how I would handle you right now." He waved a hand at the soap that was offered to him, grumbling before his wife started talking about a subject that was still on his mind and still irritated him. When she finished, all he could do was stare at her, the rage festering close to his breaking point.
"So, let me get this right. You're allowed to be upset, but I shouldn't be? She steps on my toes. I try and deal with it, then you step on my toes." He scowled as Enver started to unbutton his shirt. "You don't think I was handling it. Or could handle it, do you?" The shirt was practically ripped off from his arms as he tugged at it, then tossed the soaked, heavy material to the ground in the bathroom. "Admit it." He stood in the shower with his arms at his chest, eyes narrowed in on his wife.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 19 Jun 2015, 20:30
by Keara Aithne
He was going for stern and stubborn but Keara thought him perfectly adorable as he sulked like a child. Barely able to hide her amusement, she placed her hands on his folded arms and pulled him closer. He apparently had no intention of helping her get clean but that didn't mean that she was giving up just yet.
"Like I always do, for by you handled to be," her eyes connected with his and her fingers began exploring his chest just above his crossed arms. "Said I did not that upset you may not be. The situation frustrating to us both is." Her fingertips slid over the glistening plains on which they played and run up onto his shoulders. "Trust you I do My Love. Know I do, that you your best doing were for the situation to an end to bring. Know I do not if my method any more successful shall be. Only knew I did, that I too, something had to do." She raked her nails down his arms, her eyes never leaving his.
Enver was obviously quite upset with her as here she was completely naked and he was still holding his ground, though she suspected that he might have folded his arms to stop himself from reaching out to her. She could have uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around her but it was more fun for her to try and coax him out of his darker mood. She knew he'd be annoyed at her interference but she could take it no longer, she had to be free to be inspired by him. As she considered the situation she now found herself in, she wondered how best to make her husband see that she had every right to confront her friend as to her recent behaviour. As she pondered the conundrum, she ran her tongue along her upper lip before her lips parted to expose her fangs; the delicate muscle then toyed with the tip of one of her protruding teeth.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 25 Jun 2015, 12:01
by Enver Marshall II
Enver didn't believe she had to do something. He was doing something and once the hitman found the target and passed on his message, all the inspiring would stop. He grumbled something inaudible, which still expressed his disagreement on the matter as they stood their in the shower. His arms were still crossed as she touched him, and actually were recrossed harder [if such a thing were possible], as she touched him.
He sighed when there was silence between them, but then frowned when he saw what she was doing. His wife knew exactly what she was doing when she did that with her fangs. She was fighting dirty, but he couldn't really be mad, could he? Enver did the same thing all the time with her and in their time together, Keara had learned to hone in the very same talent he was known for. Enver cleared his throat, then uncrossed his arms, though his fists remained balled at his sides. "I was taking care of it. Got some guy looking for her." He didn't expand on what sort of guy and what the guy was going to do, but Enver tried to be honest with his wife, so long as it didn't put him in a potentially bad light. Somehow, he suspected she wouldn't like to hear that he placed a hit out on someone she apparently considered a friend. Who knew?
A thumb reached out to her lip, and pressed against her protruding fang, nicking his thumb on the very fang. "Fine. You had to do it." He agreed, though his tone implied otherwise. If she felt she had to say something, who was he to say something? That would be like her denying his feelings on whatever cropped up, which, she wouldn't ever do. While Enver might swing from one spectrum to another, his feelings were pretty much always respected and heard out by his wife. Even if they were usually 'silly.' "She better stop. I mean it. If she doesn't stop, I might do something about it." Enver brooded. While he and Alexandrea might have been friendly and in the same faction once, there was one thing Enver wouldn't stand for by anyone. Someone getting too close to his wife in a way he didn't like.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 27 Jun 2015, 22:50
by Keara Aithne
The scent of his blood gave away the fact that he was bleeding, even if the nick in his thumb was tiny. He continued to talk but Keara found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything he said after she caught the scent of him. The air in the bathroom was refreshing, the scent of her soap being the main olfactory stimulus up until the point he cut himself on her fang, at which point he became all she could think about. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she took his hand in hers and brought it back to her lips before tasting his vitae. Having taken a little of what was his, she lightly pressed her lips to the tiny wound. Her hand continued to hold his by her lips as she spoke.
"Stop she shall. And if not, perhaps plan together we can, what done can be, for an end to this to bring. Capable we both are of the powers of another to inhibit."
She didn't want to talk about this any longer. She wanted him to understand that they both wanted the same thing but more than anything she wanted to lose herself in him. Still under Enver's spell and captivated by the depth of the brown eyes she loved so much, she stooped to retrieve the soap from the floor of the tub and rose back up, turning the bar in her free hand before placing it back on the shelf. She didn't need to look what she was doing as she was all too familiar with her surroundings. Keara nipped at the wrist she held as her free hand roamed over the plains of his chest.
"Forgive me you must, My Love. Want this to end we both do."
The raven haired female was having trouble remembering what they were talking about now and hoped that Enver was just as distracted by their proximity as she was. They could argue about the weather if the mood to do so took them and while this subject was infinitely more important and worthy of the words they'd exchanged, it was just as silly in her mind, as ultimately they did both want the same outcome; they both wanted Alexandrea to stop inspiring her. The female was likely only inspiring her to be helpful, as Keara didn't believe that the woman had a malicious bone in her body and yet still, the simple act of kindness had become somewhat of an inconvenience.
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 04 Jul 2015, 11:54
by Enver Marshall II
His wife was so certain that Alexandrea was going to stop on her own mind, that all Enver could do was sigh, and finally agree. Even if the agreement sounded more like a sullen child who was agreeing just to agree so that they could move on to something else. "Fine." Enver grumbled with a nod. He would give Alexandrea until the next night to stop what she was doing, knowing now that his wife didn't want her to inspire her anymore before they worked on something together. Or, so that's what he seemingly agreed to. If Enver was unable to inspire his wife when he woke the next day; well, let's just say he would deplete most of his bank account to get the point across to the woman. His wife was his wife and he didn't want anyone who wasn't close to her like a member of the Vedarian family to continually block his attempts to inspire his wife.
"We'll see tomorrow." He said, his tone indicating that he wasn't appeased with the decision, and he wasn't going to forget about what was going on any time soon. However, his wife had made it clear that she was done in the shower because she put the soap away and was trying to conclude things so they could both move on to something else. Not that he didn't know what that was.
He reached behind her with his free hand and cut the water off with a flick of his wrist. Then, the very same hand grabbed her arm, gently and eagerly as he stepped out of the shower and pulled her with him. "Do you know how difficult it is to get wet jeans off?" He grumbled, because Enver knew. He knew very well from the few times he'd been teleported into the river before his nights were spent with Keara. When Enver was a little more reckless and got into more trouble than he normally did. "Going to help me out of them?"
Re: : When Good Intentions, Go Bad :
Posted: 05 Jul 2015, 04:33
by Keara Aithne
Keara took the single word reply to mean that she was forgiven, even if she wasn't, as she knew he wouldn't stay mad at her forever. Her interference in his scheme was little more than a drop in the ocean as far as their relationship was concerned. The pair had the habit of being able to argue over practically nothing and blowing it all out of proportion, so this fight, (if that's what it was) really wasn't all that out of the ordinary.
As he stepped from the tub, she moved with him. The shower, apparently, was over which meant Enver wanted to make love elsewhere, as there really was no other outcome to events; not for them. He spoke of her removing his jeans but she wasn't entirely sure if he knew what he was asking. If the task was to be difficult there were only two options as far as she was concerned; she could drop to her knees and inch the sodden material down his muscular legs, or she cut him free. Both options had their pros and cons and Keara had to take a moment to weigh them in her mind. The first option offered her the opportunity to prolong the moment and fully drink in the sight of him, while the second option had the advantage of speed. She had to decide if she was in a hurry or not and if Enver had any particular attachment to this particular pair of jeans. In the end, she decided to take her time. She wasn't expecting a reply from Alexandrea any time soon as she was unaware of the woman's routine, so she was determined to focus her attention on her husband to help improve his mood.
Over an hour later, when she was fully sated, she lay her head on Enver's chest and lightly traced her fingertips across the scars that were within easy reach. As her hands followed their familiar route, Keara let her mind wander to the moments that had led them here and decided that she should check her emails. What she read wasn't all that surprising. Well perhaps a little. Alexandrea understood the predicament that Keara found herself in and was happy to comply with her request. The surprising part of the email came in the form of an admission, Alexandrea was jealous of what she had, of what she and Enver had. She could understand that though, as she knew how long she'd waited to find her soulmate and it was something she desired for all of her friends and family. Patience was all they required as far as Keara was concerned. Patience and the foresight to realise what they had when they found it. Their meeting, Keara and Enver's, had been less than ideal but it had blossomed into something truly miraculous over time. The thought of it would have brought a smile to the woman's lips if she weren't already blissfully happy as it was.
"Replied she has My Love," Keara said, wondering if perhaps she should climb out of the bed and retrieve her laptop to allow Enver to read the email for himself. "Agreed Alexandrea has for to stop. Suggested she has that reacquainted perhaps we three should become. That possible would be? Yes?"
She tilted her head a little to look up at him but she didn't move so that she could see his face clearly, she was happy clinging to him as she was and she adored being so close to him. If they didn't have obligations, she could happily have spent eternity with him as they were in that moment.