((Beware, Winifred is getting a little…..loose))
"I assume you are not going to stay in bed, nor are you going to take anymore medication?" she raised a brow. "What will you do?" She asked, perching herself once more on his desk. She crossed one leg over another.
(oof… I've got something planned for Marcus and his sanity later today, muahaha)
Marcus forced a languid, uncaring expression onto his face, shrugging elegantly with one shoulder. "Further develop my evil plans.", he replied dryly, meaning it quite seriously but knowing she wouldn't understand. "I have some…. business to take care of with one of the servants as well."
"Business…" Winnie repeated, trying to keep the disgust from her tone. "Okay, just know that those stitches will tear once more with overly fluid motions." Winifred could bet her whole salary it had to do with that pretty blonde from yesterday. Naughty brat… she chuckled mentally.
(oof so cruel))
Marcus's face went beet red, showing real flusteredness for the first time since they'd met. "I didn't mean that kind of business!", he protested, trying to recover his dignity and composure. "Why would you even think that?"
Winifred twirled a long strand of hair around her index finger. "Like I've said before, Lord Marcus, your a young lonely man. It is completely normal, much more expected, for you to desire a young woman." She shrugged, a passive look on her beautiful face. "I have nothing against you acting on those desires so long as it is consensual. I know you will not take the proper steps to fulfilling the wedding bed, so be a gentlemen to her and do such things in a room, with a bed…" she suggested.
Marcus’s shock was evident on his face. Where had the proper, polite version of Winnifred gone? “I am not planning on undressing one of the maids, please and thank you.”, he said sharply. “Me and her have something important to discuss.”
"Mhmm." she nodded her head. "I'm just saying there is no need to hide it, but okay." She slipped off the table. She gave a satisfying stretch and shivered. "Now if you'll excuse me…" she drawled. "I'd like to get fully dress. I know you enjoy the sight but I should truly put some warmer clothes on." She waltzed across the room and kicked the door shut behind her. With a smile on her face, she dressed.
Marcus’s jaw went slack. Had she gone completely insane? Can a person change that much overnight?? This was not the Winnifred he knew. Trying to wrap his head around it, he pulled some fresh clothes from his wardrobe and began to dress himself.
See… Prince Marcus can't keep up with everything… she thought with a soft chuckle. She thought of other ways she could test his reactions as she did her hair. Once she finished, she knocked on the seperating door. "Lord Marcus, I assume you are dressing." She called. "I'd like to do another check before you go for your business"
(hi again, how are you?)
Marcus sighed, buttoning up his trousers and slinging his chemise over one arm. "And what exactly would said check entail?", he called, still not quiet over his earlier bewilderment at her behaviour. Stop thinking about her! You're so close to killing Luc, focus on that!
((I'm good, sorry I was off yesterdayb I went to a wedding though I should've told you that before hand… Sorry.))
Winifred gave an exasperated sigh. All though she was tempted to mess with him more, she decided against. Lets safe that for when he gets out of hand "What do you think it entails, Lord Marcus?" She retorted sharply.
(it's no problem, we all have lives outside of notebook lol, no need to apologize
How was the wedding?)
Marcus bit back a chuckle at her frustration. "No need to respond so sharply, Miss Darcy." He considered putting the shirt on, but he figured that she would make him take it off to check his cut anyways, so he just tossed it to the side. "You may enter."
((It was so much fun! I CAUGHT THE BOUQUET!!But I had to give it to someone else because I'm not old enough.))
Rolling her eyes, Winifred unlocked the door and stepped inside to be greeted by the sight of his bare chest. She ignored the skip in her pulse and gestured to the bed. "Let's get this over with."
(glad you had a good time, and lol good job)
"Agreed.", he replied smoothly, searching her face for any clues that hinted towards why she'd been acting so strange earlier. Finding none, Marcus sat down on the bed. "How are you this morning?"
She moved towards him and began to prod about his stitches with cool, soft fingertips. "I am wonderful. How are you, Lord Marcus? You slept through the night, so that must have put a significant difference on your demeanor today, I assume." She replied.
"Mm.", he answered simply, electing to leave her wondering. The corners of his lips quirked up in something resembling a smile; the feeling of her hands on his chest felt undeniably soothing. Forcing his eyes not to fall shut, Marcus exhaled slowly. "How is the cut looking?"
She gave him an irritated look and sighed. "It's healing…" She muttered. Stepping away, she straightened, clasping her hands over her navel. "You look well enough to go about. All I ask it that your back here by noon. We are going on an outing."
Marcus raised an elegant eyebrow. "We are? And pray tell, where might we be going?" He raked a hand through his tangled black hair, tugging absentmindedly at a knot.
Winifred plucked his hand from his hair. It was a perfect mess to her. "I don't know…" She mused. "Maybe to the barber…maybe to the coffee shop…. Maybe to the blacksmith…" She turned to leave. "Just be ready.."
(( gtg for a few hours))
(kk)
Marcus stared at her back for a moment, then down at his hand, thoroughly stunned. He found himself strangely nervous, although why he had no idea. Trying to dislodge the feeling, he nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Alright. Will do."
He turned away from her as to better sort out his feelings and reassert a sense of calm control. Slipping his shirt over his head, he made his way over to the mirror to fix his appearance.
Marcus decided to leave his hair un-brushed for the day.
(@Lai?)
((Oh goodness! I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about this. Forgive me!))
lol it's np, I just got a little worried)
Winifred nodded and left. She didn't know why, but she felt utter satisfied that he hasn't picked up thar brush. Locking the door behind her. She grabbed a coat and left her chambers. Maybe she'd revisit the garden, since she knew where it was now. Or you could talk to that maid…. Winifred weighed the option and thought, with Marcus going to see her too… That would look suspicious. So she opted for the gardens once more.
Fully dressed, Marcus made his way out of the room and down the halls, searching for Angeline. Though he was straying farther and farther from Winnifred, his thoughts still lingered on the feeling of her hand firmly grasping his. No. Stop. He needed to stop. He needed to focus.
The rooms of the house were each dotted with servants and maids, but strangely, she was nowhere to be seen. Where is she?