forum A Game of Cards.... ((One on One// PRIVATE//CLOSED))

Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Oh sorry)

Marcus could sense her anger, and stayed silent for a few minutes. “I have the right not to tell you everything, you know.”, he told her quietly. “I only met you three days ago.”

Winifred rolled her eyes. "Time is and will he wasted. I'd prefer not to play the guessing game like children. I wouldn't be so imterested in… you, if you didn't have so much to hide. You and your uncle. I don't like walking blind. Not at all."

Marcus just shook his head and turned away. "I don't know how you work, but I don't completely open up to people two days after meeting them." His voice was oddly resigned, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't force the usual bite into his words.

"Well, I cannot blame you for that…" Winifred muttered in slight defeat. "But… I can say that I am started to grow on you. In the slightest." She attested with a proud smirk. She'd only said it to get a rise out of him. She needed another nap is she was gonna keep up with this man and stay two steps ahead, but at least she could get a good laugh in or two in the mean time.

Marcus tensed up, the forced himself to relax. “Whatever you say…”, he muttered, running a hand through his tangled hair. Exhaustion weighed him down, but he did his best to ignore it, stifling a yawn.

(Omg can Winnie tuck him in to bed??)

((YESSSS!!!! An order of Mother WInifred, coming up!))

Winifred watch him with a devilish smirk. "Is the young Lord Marcus going to sleep?" She cooed in a teasing matter. Standing, she crossed the room to the side of his bed and took the book from his hands. "No sense in reading when you can barely keep your eyes open." She dog-eared the page he was on a closed the book. She reached behind him to fluff his pillow slightly and lifted the covers on him, tucking him in.

(Yass)

Marcus blinked in surprise. “Wha— what are you doing?”, he managed, trying to sit up again. “Winnifred?” He didn’t know why he was so confused, or why his brain was short-circuiting. All he knew was that he was about to pass out from utter exhaustion. His limbs were heavy, his head was filled with fog. He just wanted to sleep.

Night )

"I'm just tucking you in, my dear. No need to protest. You are experiencing exhausting, my Lord. It's what happens when you work yourself to the bone. And like I told you, it is far less pleasant than sleep, because you don't control it, in fact, Its the other way around." She turned to close his curtains. "Ring for me when you wake." She ordered dismissively. She then crossed the room, unlocked her door, and entered her chambers.

(Night)

Marcus relaxed against the pillows after she left, mind whirling. What just happened?? His mouth felt too numb, too sluggish to respond, so he just gave in to his body and let his eyes fall shut. It took seconds for him to fall deeply asleep, undisturbed by nightmares and hallucinations.

Winifred sighed with relief as she heard him settle into sleep. "He'll most likely be out for the rest of the day…" she thought with a soft chuckle. She thought for the rest of the day she could settle with a nice book. Or she could sterilize her supply once more. The world was open to possibilities that may not occur again.

Marcus’s eyelids opened slowly, closing again when harsh light reached his eyes. He blinked rapidly, sitting up and trying to dispel the fog from his head. What had happened? Groaning, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, licking his dry lips.

Winifred stepped out of the bathroom, steaming crawling out of the room as she stepped onto the cool marble floor, a towel wrapped about her. She hummed as she approached her mirror, grabbed her brush and ran it through her hair. This morning had been peaceful, she had had time to lounge in the bath and wash her hair. Such a peaceful time.

Winnifred was nowhere to be found, but judging by the sunlight streaming through his window, it was some time after 8:00am. Marcus yawned, rubbing his eyes again and slipping out from under his covers. As soon as he tried to stand, pain flared through his chest, the medication having worn off. “Ow…”

She froze mid brush. Marcus… she looked at the closed door. He was awake. She heard him moving. Brushing will have to wait… she thought with a sigh. She dropped her brush moved to her bed. It would take her too long to get dressed. She slipped her undergarments on, covered them with a silken night gown, and slipped a lace robe on. "Lord Marcus.." she called as she unlocked the door and stepped in. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

Marcus turned around at the sight of her voice, the pained look on his face melting into one of shock when he saw that she wasn’t properly dressed yet. Letting his eyes fall to the floor, he cleared his throat, clearly unsure about what to do. “Miss Darcy. Err.. good morning…”

She snorted quite unlady-like. "Oh please, Lord Marcus. I believe that we can both come to a mutual agreement that you are far from modest. Now sit down before you kill yourself. I assume that medication has faded and you are feeling the brute force of those….stitches." She crossed the room and placed a soft, damp hand on his forehead. "That fever is gone…all you needed was a little sleep."

Marcus flinched slightly when her hand landed on his forehead, but he stayed where he was. “I guess…”, he mumbled, trying to dislodge his embarrassment. “And yeah, the stitches hurt..” He wasn’t about to take any more medication, though. She’d helped him enough in the last 24 hours.