Time to get out

[Keara Aithne]

Enver:
Enver looked up from the crafting bench and watched Jaime sitting on a couch, watching some cartoon before his bed time. His wife was still here, like every other night since she had been back. Not that Enver minded, at least with her here, he could keep an eye on her and make sure nothing bad was going to happen to her again. The impossible in his eyes had happened and now he was starting to see that his wife wasn't invincible, or as invincible as Enver once believed her to be. "You going somewhere tonight?" He looked in his wife's direction, gaging her more or less. They couldn't stay inside forever, right? Maybe tonight was as good as any to try and see if that was going to change.

Keara:
Keara paced the floor, back and forth, keeping herself close to the walls. She’d pulled everything out her lockboxes and restored them at least twice already this night and looked to be considering doing it a third time. “Will do. Can do. Shall do,” she repeated several times, talking to no-one but herself. Enver’s question broke through whatever haze held her and she stopped abruptly to look over at him. Her head tilted slightly as she considered his words, before she shook it lightly. “No. No plans have I for anywhere for to go. Here I am. Here I stay.” She made her way around the room, around the edges of the room that was, her hand never breaking contact with the wall unless an object could replace. She moved past towards her husband, coming to a stop next to the crafting bench, her fingertips drifting over the wooden surface as she stepped around the table and could finally lay her hands upon the man she loved. Slender fingers ran up his arm and onto his shoulder before she came to rest behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Happy here I am,” she whispered.

Enver:
"Well, yeah. Here is great." Enver nodded his head in agreement. "There's the television, some family that come in every blue moon, our cell, but there's other things. Out there, you know." Enver thrust a finger over his shoulder, indicating some place behind him, which was the wall. "Besides, I think the lock boxes are nice and neat for the next half year or so." He chuckled and then looked at Jaime. "What's Serge doing? Where's he at?" Enver looked around for the guy, as if expecting to see him come with something in his arms at any second now.

Keara:
Keara slipped herself into her husband’s lap and gave a soft sigh of contentment as she did so. This was home. The bricks and mortar around her meant very little in comparison to the man upon whose lap she now sat. “The lockboxes in order are. For now.” Her eyes drifted in their direction as Serge appeared from around the corner. He was a man with exceptional talent when it came to his job, which meant that he knew when to stand out of the way and be invisible and when he needed to step forward and make his presence known. Enver’s enquiry as to his whereabouts, had him moving into the room where he could be seen. A slight nod of his head, indicated that he was happy to do whatever task Enver set out for him.

Enver:
"Great. Lock boxes are in order, everything is quiet, so-" Enver stood from the seat he was on, pulling her with him as he went. "Jaime's off to bed soon. I'm positive Serge won't mind if we get out for a little bit. Staying inside too long gives people cabin fever or something like that." Enver chuckled and looked over to his wife's thrall, waiting to hear if the guy would be up for the task or not.

Keara:
“I would be happy to watch over things.” Serge was more than happy in his duties, and had gone above and beyond in the short time that Keara had been away and Enver had been unreachable. The problem wasn’t with the help however, it was with the raven haired female in Enver’s arms who was shaking her head. “Cabin fever have I not. Here good is Enver,” she looked up at him and smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t wish to leave the Asylum, not because she feared being killed once more and returned to the accursed realm, but rather because she had spent too much time away from those she loved and was therefore all too content to stay in and block out the world outside of their home.

Enver:
"Here is not good." Enver growled as he moved over by Jaime to give the kid a pat on the head. "What would we do here? Organize more lock boxes? Watch the year old paint dry?" He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath in. "I'll go out alone then." He shrugged, wondering if she would suddenly change her mind because he was leaving. "I could use a drink or something." He mused aloud, though a drink was the furthest from his mind. But what she didn't know didn't hurt him any, right?

Keara:
“No,” she said all too quickly, clinging tighter to his arm. She had not let him move away from here, where he went she followed as if she were tethered to him. “Desire that I do not. No need have you for to drink My love. Everything well is.” Panic laced her voice as she tried to imagine both staying home without Enver and watching him leave without her all at the same time. She didn’t like the idea. His plan was flawed. Flawed because it separated then and she didn’t want to be separated from him ever again, if even for a few hours.

Enver:
Well, it was sort of a start, wasn't it? She wanted to be with him and wherever he was. "Everything is not well. You didn't act like this before." He grumbled before moving away from Jaime and by default, Keara too. "Serge, he goes to bed by nine. Don't let that boy of mine try and sweet talk you." Enver gave Jaime a point of his finger that said he had his eye on him. "So, where do you want to go or what do you want to do?" He already had an idea brewing in his head, but he wanted to give his wife one last chance to decide her own fate for the night before she was left to his.

Keara:
Jamie laughed. He was seventeen now and a nine o’clock bedtime was ridiculous. Serge knew it too so while the boy would be in bed on time, he wouldn’t necessarily be sleeping. He would likely play on a hand held video game or read a book or something, at least for an hour or two. Keara ignored the comments and hastily kept up with her husband, her hand always touching some part of him until she could work her fingers through his. “Desire I do for here to stay. With you. A film together watch we could. Or draw for you I could. Or dance we could. Like I do for to dance.” The elder was obviously hopeful that her husband would give into one of her ideas and stay home. Unfortunately for them, they were both capable of being as obstinate as the other, so just who would win this verbal tug of war as to what to do was anyone’s guess.

Enver:
"I don't have any more movies for us to watch." Enver said after a few seconds of silence as he mulled over the ideas proposed to him by his wife. "I've been sitting for long enough, so drawing me is out of the question for tonight. Maybe tomorrow." He gave her a small grin before moving on. "We could also dance in public, since you like dancing." He finally concluded before Enver shook his head. "That settles it, we're going to the mall." And before she could say another thing, Enver was heading for a portal, jumping through it and at a station. Then, so was she, with a simple summons to him. "Want to walk, or we going by train?" He inquired, a hand going for his wife's.

Keara:
Keara finally broke contact with Enver as he jumped through a portal. She couldn’t follow. She wanted to but she couldn’t and now she was exposed and in the open. She began to move to grip the nearest object only to be moved through space to stand before her husband once more. Her head swivelled as she took in her surroundings and then without warning she threw herself into his arms. “No Enver. No. Be here we cannot. Home we should be,” she whined into his chest, her hands balling the material at his back in her fists. She was shaking slightly and refused to look up or around her again. She wanted to tome home but she hadn’t carried her tome in several days, as it didn’t seem necessary to have it with her if she wasn’t leaving the Asylum.

Enver:
Another sigh as an arm wrapped around his wife. They weren't going home, but he wouldn't be a complete tool and not try to ease her into the idea of being out in public. "Home will be there when we get back. No one will even know we're gone besides Serge and Jaime. Everyone's said they're welcome back and gone on with their lives. Just like we should be." He rubbed the small of her back before stepping away. "I guess we're walking then." He shrugged, not caring one way or another how they got to the mall. "You know, I think it might be a good idea for you to learn how to drive. Was thinking that a couple weeks back." Keara had been out of the shadow realm for a while now, so to him it made sense she should know how to drive. "Can't always teleport or be summoned. I've got..." Enver paused to think about how many cars he actually had. "Five cars, only use one the entire year, otherwise the rest sit until warmer weather." He shrugged. "Someone should use them."

Keara:
“Some lessons had I did. Once.” Keara clung to Enver like her life depended on it, which to her it possibly did. She was anxious to be out in the city and so raised her head to the sky in the hopes of seeing something comforting. She couldn’t even recall what phase the moon was in until she looked at the full globe hanging high in the sky. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t safe. And now Keara was worried to be out of the Asylum as the presence of the moon in such a state had a detrimental effect upon the man she loved. She could only hope that she was wrong and that the moon wasn’t in fact full, like it seemed. “C-car require I do not,” she added, coming back to the conversation. “Have one somewhere I do.”

Enver:
"Lessons? With who?" Enver stopped everything he was doing, or planning to do to figure out who would have taught his wife how to drive. "You have a car somewhere? When was the last time you saw it?" Enver scowled. "Can't just misplace things like cars, those cost a lot of money." He nodded his head, before sighing. "I guess I could give one of them to Jaime." Why not? One less car to buy and what seventeen year old didn't want a fast ride? Simple. They all did. "What kind of car is it?" Enver was focused on the car, lessons and the possible man that had been alone with his wife pre-Enver years.

Keara:
Keara had to think for a moment. Not about who had taught her to drive, or at least who had started to give her lessons, but rather as to the location of the car. She hadn’t seen it in some time. “Thomas taught me the basics did. But no license have I yet. My car… yellow is. And small. A motorbike too have I do. Somewhere. In the garage perhaps? Or in a locked garage somewhere?” Keara was lost in her thoughts, which was a good thing as while she was trying to figure out where she last saw her vehicles, she wasn’t thinking about being out on the open and she wasn’t thinking about running home.

Enver:
Thomas? Enver didn't know who Thomas was. He would ask Deanna later. "Yellow? That's worse than red." Enver shook his head. "Two doors or four doors?" How small was small? "Forget about it. We'll get you a new one." He muttered, not wanting his wife near any car some guy gave her. Especially when he didn't know who the guy was. While they were talking, he was walking, and somehow the mall seemed a lot further than it had when Enver suggested it. "Maybe we should just take a cab instead." He looked around for one, but didn't see any in the immediate area. "Rotten luck." He grumbled.

Keara:
Two? Four? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t even know if that sort of thing really mattered. The car had been perfectly adequate for her needs. “Need a new one I do not. Ask Thomas I shall where to my car has gone. Perhaps knows he does. Perhaps he the car and bike does have. A garage has he does. Or had. Been there in sometime I have not. Seen Thomas in some time I have not. See we do Leif more.” Keara rambled on, unaware of Enver’s dissatisfaction at not being able to flag down a taxi. She wasn’t even aware of the fact that they were now walking down a street arm in arm, as if it were perfectly normal; which of course it was, or it had been before she died.

Enver:
Right. That Thomas. Leif's other half. Enver hadn't seen that guy in at least a year. He wondered if he was dead. He should ask Leif. Enver didn't think Leif was his biggest fan, but they got along well enough and respected each other. Enver made a mental note to check in with Leif about that later. "Where the hell are all the taxi's at?" Enver growled as he spun left and right and left again. "Damnit all to hell. Maybe you s-" No, she would probably teleport him right back home if he asked her to teleport him somewhere. "Should stick with the motorbike. That's pretty cool." Enver mumbled as he kept walking in the direction of the mall.

Keara:
“Oh the motorbike most interesting was. Fast it was. Very fast. Much like if I a horse were to ride. Only faster. Noisier. Matters not if you forget where you such a vehicle place. If I that with a horse did do, dead by now it would be as sustenance require they do. Have you e’er a horse ridden?” she asked, slightly changing the tone of the conversation. She couldn’t recall if horseback riding was a skill of his or not, and her mind had even began replaying scenes from some of his movies or shows to see if she’d ever seen him on one. She didn’t like recalling some images though, as they left her feeling angry and jealous, even if most of the women he’d kissed meant nothing to him. She’d had to replace several television sets over the last few years from when she’d made the effort to watch his endeavours.

Enver:
"Sure, I've rode a horse before. Sort of." Enver confessed with a shrugged. "I sat on one." He grumbled, feeling slightly inadequate now. "Twice." He added in, as if that made him an expert on horses or something. "We should take Jaime horseback riding." Enver suddenly interjected with a different thought that didn't pertain to him not knowing how to ride a horse. "We could even buy one or two. We've got some decent property around the asylum." Enver hunched over to touch his toes and groaned. "Think I wore the wrong shoes." He looked down at his very expensive pair of trainers before taking them off and rubbing at them. "Just don't make shoes like they used to." Enver complained.

Keara:
Enver’s moaning made Keara smile. Her husband was an enigma, one she hoped she never puzzled out. Coming out was his idea and now that they were out, all he seemed to be doing was complaining about walking to the destination that he had in fact chosen for them. “No. Shoes made quite differently now are. That true enough is. So much more variety now available is. If desire you do for home to go, go we may,” she offered partially to see what he would say and partially as she hoped he’d agree. She’d liked the idea of gong horse riding with two of the most important men in her life, but she hadn’t commented on it. She liked the idea or acquiring a couple of horses even better, especially since the could ride them through and round the park behind their estate. It was something she would definitely give some thought to.

Enver:
Enver looked at his wife with narrowed eyes. "We're not going home." He grabbed a hand and started walking again, or more like hobbling. "Next time we take a car. Remind me when I get these brilliant ideas in my head." He slowed his pace down, not because he was enjoying the view, but because Enver felt winded already and they had only walked four blocks. "I thought sex counted as a work out." He looked over at his wife cheekily, because that was probably the only work out he ever got since they had been married. "Oh, look. The mall." Enver pointed to a building that was still at least a good ten blocks or so away. "You thirsty? I'm thirsty." Enver looked around for a coffee place, or even a place that might sell a decent soda-Mr. Pibb. He should buy stock in that company. Another thing to look into when they made their way back home.

Keara:
This time he had her laughing. Sex for them was a work out, especially since they could barely keep their hands off of each other most of the time. “It the moon is My Love,” she said gesturing to the giant globe in the sky. “Always this way you are, when the moon full is.” She knew he needed an excuse to stop and rest so, she tugged on his hand and backed herself up against the nearest building. She didn’t know if it was a shop, someone’s residence or a parking structure, and she didn’t care. As soon as her back met with something real, something concrete, she pulled Enver’s lips to hers and kissed him with the ferocity he’d become accustomed to. “Why go we to the mall My Love?” she asked pressing herself against him. “Our home so much more comfortable than the street is.”

Enver:
The moon. Right. Enver was typically inside when the moon was out, because other than work, the two were home bodies now. Had he noticed any nights where he didn't feel quite like himself? Sure. Occasionally, but he never even bothered to look at the moon when they got out of the asylum tonight because it was the furthest thing from his mind. They were up against the wall at her pull and bidding and she was doing what women do best. Distracting him from his purpose and his wife was damn good at that. "Hmm?" Enver mumbled into her lips as his hands ran up the length of her legs and cupper each butt. The mall sounded less and less appealing with each second that passed with them lip locked. "You're not wrong." He nodded his head, partially agreeing with her. "But we'll be home soon enough." Enver groped her butt one last time before ducking out from his wife's hold. "Womanly wiles. I know a thing or two about those." Did he ever. Enver chuckled, waved a finger back and forth at his wife and headed for the mall once again.

Keara:
And just like that the spell was broken. Keara had been perfectly content pressed between the wall and the man she loved and then he pulls away and says something like that, something designed (she was sure) to get a reaction out of him. With an open palm, she smacked him on the arm. “Care I do not for to hear of your experience.” The woman had just enough sense to hold back from making her next comment, as she was about to tell him that he could talk to Ven should he require any information as to her own history with womanly wiles.

Enver:
"What?!" Enver howled as she smacked him a good one. "That hurt." He rubbed at the spot before moving away from her. What got into his wife? She was the one trying to trick him and here he was being honest. He would have left it alone with that one statement, because as dumb as Enver could be with his foot in his mouth, he wasn't that dumb. "Was just saying you women are all tricky. When you want something bad enough." Enver grumbled as he walked away from his wife, still in pursuit of the mall. At this rate it might be another hour before they got there. Or longer, if she continued on beating him senseless.

Keara:
Keara growled at Enver as she grabbed a hold of his hand. He wasn’t allowed to move far from her, he couldn’t, she wouldn’t allow it, she couldn’t allow it. “Any games that play I do, from you they learned were,” she told him. Before she met Enver she didn’t know how to tease and distract to get what she wanted, she wasn’t manipulative, in fact she was barely aware of her surroundings at the best of times. Now however, now she knew how to get what she wanted from the man she loved, most of the time. Their relationship was a constant battle of wills, but it wasn’t one she’d change. Their passion, their chemistry, it was as insane and it was powerful and it was one hundred percent theirs, which made it perfect; at least to Keara.

Enver:
Enver grinned cheekily as she professed him to be the root of her minxy behavior. That was probably true, but he wasn't going to fess up to that any time soon. "Well come on sweet cheeks, try harder to get me back home and in our bed before I get us to the mall." Enver grinned just a little bit more before he ducked away from his wife's hold again.

Keara:
He didn’t get far before Keara had a hold of him again. “Enver! Leave me you may not. Need your touch I do.” She chastises as she considers jumping on his back and forcing him to carry her. “If behave you cannot, then carry me you must. And if carry me you will not, home I will go,” she warned. There was no playful tone to her voice, but it also lacked any harshness that would have told her husband that she was almost at her breaking point.

Enver:
"There ain't a single thing to do at home." He sighed and turned around to face his wife, before the glint of cheekiness rounded his features once again. "As you wish." Without any hesitation Enver bent over at the waist, grabbed his wife and tossed her over his shoulder with an 'oomph.' From there, he proceeded to place a hand on her ***, to hold her to him [or so he would say] and then headed towards the mall. It wasn't that long, half a block if that when Enver felt winded again. With each step he took from there on out, made his knees almost buckle and people were starting to stare and whisper as they passed the couple, some even laughing thinking it was some sort of playful banter between them.

Keara:
“Enver!” she squeaked as she was thrown over his shoulder. “This the best way is not, for to carry me.” She wriggled a little in his grasp. She secretly loved being held by him like this. She’d fought him at the start of their relationship when he did this, but now it was kind of their thing, even if it did leave her a little exposed due to the fact that she always wore such short skirts and no underwear.

Enver:
Enver stopped when Keara wiggled, almost dropping the woman from the fact she was displacing her weight in so many directions so quickly. "What's that you say? Carry you a different way?" Enver shrugged his shoulders and craned his neck to look at her from the side. "Might be on to something, gorgeous. Great idea!" Enver grabbed the leg that was closest to his neck and wrapped it around the other side, before chuckling. "Your idea. You're paying for the ticket." With that he used all his remaining strength and flipped his wife so she was now sitting on his shoulders, facing him. "Great view from down here." He said in a muffled voice.

Keara:
Thankfully for Enver, his wife was graceful and had a sense of balance most would kill for. She easily adjusted herself so that she wouldn’t cause her husband to fall forward and therefore drop her. She was laughing, as she ran her hands through his hair before gripping it to help her maintain her position. “Enver,” she cooed. “See where you are going now you cannot. Stop now you should.” She used to hate drawing attention to herself and yet now, here she was in the middle of the street, the wrong way around on her husband’s shoulders.

Enver:
"I'm okay with that." He said, voice still muffled as his hands came to latch around the legs of his wife, indicating he was planning on keeping her there. "You keep an eye out." He turned and began walking backwards, which slowed him down even more and expelled what little energy the guy had out more. He could imagine it now, but didn't care. He and his wife needed a good laugh after the crap week they've had. "We should do this more often." This was not expanded on and could be left to the imagination.

Keara:
The laughter continued as Enver made sure that Keara could see where they were going. The elder never laughed often before Enver came into her life, but the sound was decidedly more natural now as it bubbled up from her throat. She gave a few directions, trying to keep him on course, but eventually she decided to try and talk him out of this behaviour again. “Do this another time we may. But put me down now you should My Love, before injure us both you do.”

Enver:
"Death by tonguing? That's a new one." Enver replied cheekily as he straightened his posture out, knowing he was weakening and weakening with each step her took, and each block they made it through. His hands let go of her legs before they circled around his wife's waist and pulled her off him, flashing a little of her butt. "Nice view this way too." Enver complimented before he yanked his wife's skirt down so that no one else [hopefully] would get a view. With a firm slap to it, Enver reached out for his wife's hand. "We're almost there." He said with a nudge of his head.

Keara:
There were probably women that would have hated being manhandled and treated the way that Enver treated Keara but she wasn’t one of them; she loved every single moment she could get with him, even if they were arguing. “Yes, almost there we are.” She straightened herself out with her free hand and eyed the man at her side to see what he was up to. She couldn’t imagine why they were taking a trip to the mall of all places, not when this was their first night out since their return.

Enver:
His fingers would glaze over the top of her hand as they continued on, Enver thinking about everything. The night his wife died, the events after and the time he spent fadewalking. Also the time they spent arguing because the first night he was fadewalking, Enver had slipped and gone back to some old habits. He didn't know how to cope with the woman being dead. How it happened to this night still baffled the Allurist. "Maybe we should think about a spring vacation somewhere with Jaime." Enver commented quietly. "Maybe Lorde too." Darker times were coming in Enver's eyes, especially if those Crow goons were to get any power in the city.

Keara:
“Oh that a wonderful idea is.” And it was. She enjoyed her time with Enver immensely and a change of scenery always seemed to do him well. Of course she’d of preferred to go away just the two of them but she had to allow for the fact that they had a family and that they had eternity, there would be other opportunities to get him to herself. “Think I do that Lorde that too appreciate would.”

Enver:
He nodded his head when she agreed and even agreed to Lorde joining them. To Enver, it was a good idea to check out other parts of the world in case things went belly up and he was sure that was going to happen soon. Sooner than anyone anticipated. Things, he'd keep to himself for now, because Keara seemed to think that Crow guy was some kind of savior or good guy in disguise, but Enver knew better. He was scared deep down. A repressor. "Finally." Enver huffed as they made it to the outside of the mall. "Just give me a minute." Enver patted his pockets in search of the last few cigarettes he had in the month old pack. Only, they weren't on him. He apparently left them somewhere in their cell. His best bet would be the last place he had been before leaving-the bathroom, on the counter.

Keara:
Keara paused by the entrance to the mall and waited for Enver. She wondered if perhaps he was stalling, as if it was possible that he was now hesitant about their plans for the night. “Are you okay My Love?” she asked once she’d decided that it wasn’t Enver’s style to second guess himself.

Enver:
"What?" He looked over at his wife and then nodded his head. "Yeah. Just feeling a little short of, well, no just a little tired." He admitted before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Must be the moon's affects." He grumbled before opening the door to the mall for his wife. "After you beautiful." He winked at his wife, using the door to prop himself up until he followed her in. "I think, if memory serves, we need the second floor." He looked around where they are, recalling the last time he was in here and nodded his head. "Definitely second floor." Again, his hand went for hers before they headed to the escalator together.

[Enver Marshall II]

Keara:
Keara nodded. She didn’t like her husband feeling tired. At times he wasn’t the most energetic of beings, but he always had energy enough for her, except on nights like this. As soon as they were inside, she took his hand in hers, raised it up and kissed the back of it. “The tiredness pass shall My Love.” She looked up at him, staring lovingly into his eyes. “Told me as yet you have not, why here we are.”

Enver:
"What?" He looked at his wife and then nodded again. "Yeah, I'm fine now. Just needed a minute." He grinned over at her when she kissed his hand, his spirit feeling somewhat uplifted already just because of her sudden enthusiasm. "We're here to be stupid. To have fun. Nothing else is open this time of night or this season." He said as the escalator continued to bring them up to the second floor of the mall. "We're looking for a place." Enver scanned the names on stores and then looked at her. "It's called Dress 'Em Up." That's all he would say before he walked off the step they were on and to the platform to the second floor landing. "Can't miss it." Obviously you can, because he didn't see it.

Keara:
Keara was intrigued. She still didn’t know exactly what the plan was but now she knew it involved some form of clothing, or at least she assumed as much. She wasn’t above dressing up for her husband and had quite the range of outfits that were for his eyes only. Playing a role wasn’t easy for a woman who couldn’t lie, but then playing a part wasn’t lying, it was only playing pretend, since both parties knew the roles were nothing but a fabrication for enjoyment’s sake. She looked for the store but didn’t see it. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard of it and so didn’t believe that she had ever been there before.

Enver:
Enver would be irritated if they came all this way and it wasn't here anymore. Then again, it would only be his fault. Maybe it was a seasonal store-but he thought he remembered seeing Easter, Halloween and Christmas themed costumes in that place before. No, it had to be here. He was sure he would have heard about it closing down or something, on the television, radio or even read it in the city newspaper. "There it is," Enver pointed to a small store in the corner of the second floor. That's why he couldn't find it. "They moved." Enver's steps quickened and got wider as he walked in that direction with his wife.

Keara:
Enver seemed to find his second wind once he spotted the store and Keara increased her pace to keep up with him. She’d learned long ago to trust him, and even if she hadn’t, she was so in love with him, that she’d have followed him anywhere anyway. As they approached the store, once again, Keara began to wonder what Enver had in store for them. She wondered if they were merely shopping for new outfits to play with or if this was just the start of whatever he had planned for the night.

Enver:
They entered the store and he looked around at signs hanging from the ceiling, all which indicated what types of costumes could be found by size. Children, teen and adult, Christmas to various Halloween costumes could be found. The place wasn't all that busy, just the clerk behind the counter and one guy in the Halloween area and a mom with a daughter looking for something cute for some thing. Enver would never understand the parents that dressed kids up for no damn reason other than to get a reaction from people. "Come on." He said as Enver led his wife to the Halloween area and ended up in the Super Hero department. "Pick one." It's all he said before trailing off to pick his own.

Keara:
They were in a fancy dress store and they didn’t sell the type of outfits she was expecting at all. She looked around, wondering what on earth they were doing there but followed as Enver pulled her through the store to where he wanted them to be. She looked at the rack before her but barely recognised what she was looking at. She’d seen a few movies with superheroes in, but she couldn’t name any. “Enver… Desire you do for me as a…” she looked over to where he’d gone, “something to dress.” She pulled down a hanger with a Spiderman costume on it and looked from it to her husband. In that moment she wasn’t sure which of them had actually lost their mind due to current events.

Enver:
"Hmm?" Enver looked at what his wife had grabbed and then shook his head. "Not that. There are women super heroes and villains. Pick one of those." He moved away, still looking for something to speak to him, so far it was between Captain America and Batman. "But yeah, pick one and go try it on." Enver shrugged his shoulders and moved onwards to his pursuit

Keara:
Keara put the suit back. She didn’t particularly like trousers and most seemed a little, odd. After a few minutes of rummaging, she pulled out a green leotard which was accompanied by a pair of tights, a red wig and some sort of cape. She didn’t recognise the outfit as the one belonging to Poison Ivy, neither did she know that the female was a villain. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that she could see herself comfortably wearing that outfit.

Enver:
Enver had the two costumes in hand, Batman in the left, Captain America in the right. He glanced over at his wife and the decision was made. Batman it was. "Come on." Enver grabbed a few random fake weapons on the way to the dressing room and waited for her to see what he wanted her to do. "Try it on and see if it fits. If it does, come on out with it on and I'll be waiting for you." It's all the male said before he disappeared into a stall and pulled the curtain closed, chuckling to himself.

Keara:
Keara suddenly realised that not only had Enver not been with her when she chose her outfit, but that he wasn’t with her now. A wave of panic flew through her, something Enver was likely to feel, before she stepped into the changing room and placed her hand against the wall. It was strange how calming such a simple act could be. She took a few moments to collect herself and then began the task of changing into her outfit. She’d already checked the size, so she was sure it would fit well enough. Once dressed, with the wig in place, she stepped out of the small room, her hand staying on the door.

Enver:
Enver had felt the apprehension in his wife, but kept pressing on to do what he needed to do, so she would too. Nothing would happen to her in the small fitting room [so he hoped], and they would only be in there for a few minutes anyways. It wasn't a very good costume, but it would do the trick. Enver emerged wearing the costume, and looked his wife over. "You make a sexy super villain." He chuckled as he showed off his own costume.

Keara:
Keara pouted as she looked at her black, clad hero. “Your costume too much of you does hide.” She quickly moved to stand before him, running her hands over the padded torso. It was a strange feeling and she far preferred the natural contours of her husband’s body. “Though,” she said as she looked up into his mask covered face, “prevent me from kissing you it does not.” She grasped his head in both hands and pulled him to her lips. “And your jawline quite sexy is.” Deft fingers traced the exposed skin as she smiled up at him.

Enver:
Enver chuckled as he shook his head and was about to hand his wife her set of fake Chinese throwing stars and sword when she was pawing at him. He didn't mind, he liked being pawed at as much as she did, so let it go on for a few minutes before he chuckled and kissed her lips quick. "Here you are gorgeous." He held out her fake weapons and then started to explain. "It's for fun, but you're actually a bad guy. Well, girl. And I'm surprisingly, the hero." He grinned at her before continuing. "Objective is to have fun and destroy the other person to win." He held up a finger, moved to the counter and paid for their costumes before returning. "Anywhere in the mall is fair game. But if the cops get called, we need to scoot on home and finish it up there." With that he gave her a rough kiss and pushed her away from him a little before bolting to the front of the store, chuckling and tossing some ninja stars her way.

Keara:
They were dressing up for a game. So now she knew why they were here. Unfortunately, she didn’t know what the rules of the game were and Enver had already disappeared. She retrieved the stars he’d thrown, shrugged to herself and considered disappearing into the shadows for protection. Then she realised that while running around in an outfit and fighting with toy weapons was likely acceptable to the public at large, using real powers and calling attention to herself would not be. It was fitting, since the aim of the game was to ‘destroy’ the other, that they were counterparts. She didn’t mind playing the villain, as it was merely a role. As she exited the store, she saw no sign of her husband, so she listened. She waited and listened to see if she could figure out where he’d gone. Rather than cheating and feeling for their connection, she simply choose the most likely place one would hide, which was one floor below. As she made her way to the stairs she was on her guard, waiting for an attack that may or may not come.

Enver:
Enver figured that whatever he had told his wife, it was good enough directions on how to win. Bad guys vs good guys, beat up with swords and have fun. Fun was what they all needed, her especially. Keara was in a funk and Enver was all too happy to pry his wife out from it by any means possible. He had vacated the store and sent her a telepathic message, First one to attack the other person and land ten hits, wins. And just like that he was around the corner waiting for his wife to pop out so he could land a solid, single blow to her with his foam sword.

Keara:
He was trying to distract her by talking into her mind, at least that was what Keara expected. She was having trouble sneaking around in this outfit and was thankful the clerk in the store had agreed to look after their everyday outfits, else they’d of had to carry those around with them too. It was likely Enver’s charm that had made that possible, which upset the raven haired female more than she wanted to admit. She was distracted, but not so distracted that she didn’t see a flash of a reflection that she recognised to be her husband. Unfortunately for her, she had to try and avoid people noticing she didn’t show in the reflective surfaces about her, unlike Enver, who at least showed a little, even if what was there no longer represented the man himself. This task was infinitely trickier since Keara had met Enver and had begun to see her own reflection, so remembering that others did not see it was something she sometimes overlooked. She moved out of the way of his attack with ease, the plastic sword tangling in her cloak. Taking the opportunity she’d been afforded, Keara attempted to counter attack her husband, aiming for his padded gut.

Enver:
Enver hadn’t even thought of his Allurist curse, not that it would have prevented him or stopped him from doing anything and going anywhere he wanted. Unlike his wife, Enver could care less who saw what or believed him to be. To Enver, it was just one more middle finger to the Crow guy if someone found out something that was inevitably going to be found out. How that idiot Crow expected people not to find out about men and women that never aged was beyond him. It just didn't make sense. There were so many flaws in that guy's theories, even an average man like Enver could see it. There was a storm that was brewing, but it had nothing to do with one particular action. No, it had to do with the fact that vampires seemed destitute to live in the same place for hundreds of years. Why? Why?! It was madness, but madness that was cut short when his wife's sword connected with the center of his chest, causing Enver to spurt and cough as he felt the weight of the foam, or more likely, her heavy handed vampiric strength that he lacked that made the hit that much more powerful than normal. "Take it easy there, gorgeous." Enver groaned before he grabbed at the sword, missed due to the gloves he was wearing with the costume and grabbed her boob instead. He shrugged and grinned cheekily before winking at her and taking off, shooting two more stars at her direction, hoping they would land on her. A hit was a hit.

Keara:
Concern darkened her already deep brown eyes as the sword struck its target and Enver reacted. She’d temporarily forgotten that he was under the influence of the moon and so hadn’t thought to pull her blows. While she worried, Enver, as usual, took advantage of the situation and copped a feel before running off. He was so quick to take advantage yet again that she forgot to dodge the first of the stars and ended up hit. Again she gathered the projectiles and gave chase. This time throwing two of the stars in quick succession. ‘Play fair you do not,’ she sent direct into his mind.

Enver:
Just took a page out of your book tonight, gorgeous. of course, everything she learned, as Keara had said earlier, she had learned from Enver. But he had been good tonight, while she tried to distract him every chance she got. Just like Poison Ivy, He chuckled wondering if his wife knew how apt her costume was tonight. Enver ducked behind a row of candy, game and coin machines, and waited to see which way his wife was going. It wasn’t the best hiding spot, but he still had a star or two in his batman belt buckle.

Keara:
She’d missed him with the stars and so collected them once more as she passed the point at where they’d come to rest. Enver had disappeared, obviously hiding in wait somewhere ready to jump out on her. She was about to round a corner when someone wolf-whistled, drawing her attention. She pulled up quick and turned at the obvious distraction expecting to see her husband but a quick scan of the area didn’t bring him into view. What Keara did see however were a small group of guys in their late teens. The youths were staring at her and were either open mouthed or laughing. Shaking her head she turned and continued her pursuit. She knew she should find cover, and engage in tactical warfare but keeping moving was the only thing keeping her from hugging the walls. That and the fact that Enver was her ever-moving finish line.

Enver:
Enver had heard the heckling and peeked over one of the machines to see as he suspected. His wife was being gawked at. Enver might not have any vampire super human strength, or super speed tonight, but that didn't mean his jealousy or obsession over his wife didn't exist tonight. Suddenly, the remainder of Enver's stars were being thrown at the teens that were hitting on his wife and the sword was out in a flash. "Go on and get, you pricks." Enver growled at them, but he got the same response, minus the wolf whistling. Some laughing and some pointing before one of the kids came at him, 'What you going to do about it old man?" the teen asked as his friends started following after, deciding to gang up on Enver. "Kick your asses, that's what I'll do about it." Enver threw a punch at the leader's face, but barely grazed the guy's jaw before an all and out brawl between the two of them ensued and it was Enver versus the guy and his friends egging him on.

Keara:
The sound of Enver’s voice had Keara spinning on her heals once more. Enver was about to start on the youths and she knew it even before the first punch was thrown. Unfortunately for her, she had thought that his assault would only be verbal considering the fact that the boys were around the same age as their son. Realising her mistake, she moved quickly between the brawling pair and tried to split them up. She focused most of her energy on her husband, and only really turned her attention to the human male once she’d pushed Enver away. “Behave.” The words were aimed in the direction of the young man, but were obviously as much for Enver’s benefit as his. “No need is there for to fight.”

Enver:
Enver scoffed at his wife as the teen went to throw his first punch in Enver's direction, but missed and hit air because Keara had pushed him out of the way. "Lots of reasons to fight." Enver glared through the eye slits of the costume, daggers on the one who started it with him. That's how he would see it as and nothing would change his mind. To treat his wife like she was a piece of meat was starting with the both of them. "Yeah, you're lucky." Enver growled at the ring leader as he told the other guys to come on and leave the old guy alone. "Could kick your *** from here to River Rock." That got Enver the bird from not only the leader of the pack, but from one of the other guys who was itching to fight along with his boy. "Bunch of punks." Enver snarled, before looking down at his wife. "They do anything to you?" He ran his hands over her arms and started checking her out, even though he knew they hadn't, or she wouldn't have let them.

Keara:
Keara ignored the flippant exchange between the men and placed her hands on either side of Enver’s face when he asked after her. “Fine I am My Love,” she cooed. The boys might have found the sight of Enver in costume amusing, but it was obvious now to all concerned that Keara belonged to one they called “old man.” The staring continued as they tried to figure the couple out. The age difference wasn’t quite so apparent with Enver’s handsome face half-hidden behind his mask, but it was obvious that he was one lucky guy as the boys could only imagine having their girl’s dress up the way Keara had. “Come Enver. This game at home perhaps played should be.” This time she wasn’t even trying to get him to leave, she simply wanted to get him away from the boys.

Enver:
Enver was ready to become a rabig pit bull as he waited to hear what the guys did to his wife exactly, but Keara always knew how to get his sole focus. A hand on each side of his face both calmed and grounded the male as their eyes connected and she spoke. She was fine. Nothing had happened really. It was almost as if Keara possessed some sort of power over Enver with that simple move, because the world around her usually faded and all he saw was her. She mentioned home and he nodded his head. "Yeah." He said in agreement as his eyes travelled down her face, throat and to mounds of his wife's breasts. "Good idea." He concluded before chuckling. "I would have won." He said with a cocky grin, eyes moving off his wife to make sure those guys were long gone now. "Batman always wins." He nudged his head to the entrance of the mall, indicating he was good to go.

Keara:
“Our clothes first require we do,” she reminded him before they could leave. It wouldn’t take them very long to retrieve their things and make their way outside. She didn’t notice if the boys had wandered off or not after she spoke to Enver, as he was all she could see, all she cared about. As they walked through the mall, she refused to let go of him, her fingers entwined with his, her grip firm enough so that he couldn’t shake her free even if he wanted to. “Shall we the game over start once home we are? Play we can upon the lower level.”

Enver:
Their clothes. Right. Enver snapped his fingers and headed back in the direction of the store to collect their regular clothing. "Yeah?" Enver wasn't sure if his wife would have liked what he had planned on a whim, but it was good, silly fun and while most people saw his wife one way, Enver knew her in a multitude of ways. "You sure? We could do something else if you want. Movie, maybe?" She had come out and played the game, so Enver could forgo the rest of the game and let them be alone. Not that she would have to twist his arm too hard for that.

Keara:
“Mind I do not if we the game play or a movie do watch. With you I am. Therefore happy I shall be.” She almost suggested they dance with one another but Enver wasn’t really dressed for that activity. The fake padded muscles didn’t do anything to enhance his already perfect form, in fact they made him look a little ridiculous if she was being honest. She probably looked equally as ridiculous, a realisation which made her begin to laugh once more. “Quite the pair right now make we do,” she said catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.

Enver:
"We always make the pair." Enver corrected his wife with a sideways grin as they left the store with their belongings. What they would get up to once they got home would be her choice, he had his fun and her spirits seemed to be in a little better mood. More like the wife he knew before she died by those Crow assholes. Enver wasn't sure if he was going to go after them head on, but that didn’t mean he didn't mind paying people to go at them. People might call him a coward, but it was a lucrative business. Some people liked to get their hands full of blood, but not Enver. Which, given by the amount of cash he had to throw at people to start rumors and sabotage those guys, he could only assume that they not only did this a lot, but were good at it too. "Lady's choice." He said with a grin as they descended the escalator and made it to the main floor. "We should look into those horses later on this week." Enver commented idly as they headed to the door. "We could do all those things tonight. Play a game, watch a movie...or make a movie of our own." His lips flickered upwards into a cheeky grin as a hand slapped her ***. "That costume suits you."

Keara:
She laughed, shaking her head. Only Enver would think of making a movie while they were in costume and she knew perfectly well what type of movie he was angling to make. This wasn’t something they’d ever done, probably because that kind of thing took planning and while they did make time to dress up occasionally, they generally didn’t plan on ripping each other’s clothes off before it happened. Arguments for the pair were always explosive and pretty much always ended the same way. As Keara considered the idea she had to wonder why he’d waited so long to make that suggestion and even wondered if the reason behind him wanting to make such a video, was so that he could show the finished product to Ven in an effort to make him jealous or to prove that Keara did in fact belong to him; something that should have been more than obvious to the wraith by now anyway. “Can we the movie in bed with the puppies watch?” she asked, ignoring his lude suggestion. The puppies lived downstairs in Jamie’s apartment but it wouldn’t take them more than a moment to stop by and pick them up.

Enver:
Enver wasn't sure what Keara was asking. Could the puppies watch their home made video or could the puppies watch a safe, regular video? "Yeah. Don't see why not." Either way, the puppies wouldn't know what was going on, be it a regular video or a special home made one. "All of them though?" Enver paused to look at his wife. There were at least a billion of those critters, or at least that's how it felt to him most nights. In reality there weren’t even two handfuls, but sometimes Enver had an over active imagination. Once they were out of the mall, Enver took his wife down a side street and looked her in the eyes. "Can you teleport me home? Don't think I'll make the trip all the way back." He confessed after rubbing his jaw for a few seconds. "I can summon you once I get inside." A fast, direct way back home for the pair of them in his mind.

Keara:
Keara nodded her agreement to his request to be teleported and then replied to his request as to the puppies. When she’d thought about it, she’d originally meant all seven, though she could see hoe Enver might only be willing to tolerate a couple of them, which likely meant that it would just be Gizmo and Leeloo. Guilt washed through her as she thought of favouring the adult pair, as as much as she loved them, she did so dislike showing her favouritism. “Like I would for Gizmo and Leeloo with us to have. Prefer I would for all the puppies with us though to have. Love them all I do.” She didn’t need to say that, Enver knew that. Keara had even declared that Gizmo was the best present she’d ever received; something she would likely still be able to say, if she discounted being given her husband’s heart. Before Enver could comment, she sent him to the steps of the Asylum and waited for him to pull her to him.

Enver:
All of them. Enver sighed but it fell on deaf ears as she moved him to the front steps of their home. Enver dug in his clothes for his phone and texted crash to go buy four of the best dog beds he could find at some pet store and bring them back. If they all had to be near his wife, they could be near them in their own bed on the floor. Compromise. Enver moved to the elevator and trusted Crash could handle that request, so Enver pocketed his phone and pressed the button. While he waited for the elevator to arrive, he stood away from the contraption as he called his wife to his side. When she appeared, He grinned at her and waggled his brows at her. "Compromise. We can get some new, better, puppy beds for them and they can be in those near the bed. Crash is getting them now as we speak." He stepped inside the elevator and pressed the hold button as he waited to hear his wife's opinion on this.

Keara:
Keara waited, growing more and more nervous as time went on and she had yet to be summoned home. Her hand rested on the brick building, her fingertips brushing the rough surface as she considered teleporting herself home in case Enver had forgotten her, which was a ridiculous notion as Enver could forget her as easily as she could forget him. Just as she was summoning the energy to make herself move across the city in the blink of an eye, she was home and standing before the love of her life. She almost didn’t hear his words as she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh… okay. Perhaps. Cuddle them one at a time I can.” Leeloo would be first, as the little female favoured her above all others.

Enver:
He groaned as she mentioned cuddling the dogs one by one. There would be no movie watching by the time the night was through, no game playing, no nothing. Unless. "Forget the puppies." Enver growled at his wife while the door closed, the male inching her against the door. "I don't want anyone or anything in bed but you and me." His tone softened as his right hand went to the curve of his wife's hip, while the other landed on her ***. "You've been pawing at everything all week, I think it's time you just hold on to me." He grabbed a handful of her butt in his hand and pressed the button to go up with the hand that had been on her waist. "The puppies will be there tomorrow. You're mine tonight."

Keara:
There was nothing Keara could say to that. She’d pouted when he’d first told her to forget the puppies but then his reasoning pushed her disappointment aside. She adored having Enver’s full attention and so found herself unable to argue on the puppies behalf. Her fingers laced behind his head before she pulled him to her and kissed him senseless. At this rate the pair wouldn’t do anything but lose themselves in one another but she figured he had to get the costume off anyway if they were to settle down on their bed and watch a movie anyway. “Yours I always am,” she mumbled between kisses.

Enver:
The male moved his hand beneath the skirt to get a better feel of his wife's skin in his hand with one less material covering it and gave it another firm squeeze. Now that he had her undivided attention, Enver would whisk his wife away when the door opened to their cell, bypassing Jaime's room and forgoing the puppies for tonight. There wouldn't be any room in the bed for them anyways.