Winifred jumped when Marcus called her. She shut off the water and hugged herself. "Yes?" she yelled, stepping out of the shower. Her mind's voice slipped away as she wrapped a towel about her, something much worse creeping in. She rushed to the door that separated his from hers and stuck her head through. "Yes? Are you okay?"
Winifred jumped when Marcus called her. She shut off the water and hugged herself. "Yes?" she yelled, stepping out of the shower. Her mind's voice slipped away as she wrapped a towel about her, something much worse creeping in. She rushed to the door that separated his from hers and stuck her head through. "Yes? Are you okay?"
Marcus blinked, quickly realizing how she must have interpreted his call. “Yeah I’m fine— sorry. I was worried, irrational I know. Sorry,” he apologized quickly, running a hand through his hair. “You can- you can go back to the shower.”
Winfred smiled. He worried for me…. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he had sensed just how far gone she was back in the shower, drowning in her own mind. With a slight nod, she closed the door, but she wasn't getting back the shower, she didn't see the sense in it. She dressed in a night gown long and thick, a robe of emerald green over it. She wasn't going anywhere today, no sense in dressing. she grabbed her brush and opened the door once more.
The scent of food wafted through the air as Winifred pulled the door closed after stepping in. She looked to the small dining table at the far end of the room. Slipping her brush into the pocket of her dress, she approached Marcus. "I'm going to bring the food over here."
Marcus nodded, smiling at the sight of her damp hair flowing down her back. He moved to get up and help her, wincing in pain as he did, but he didn’t stop. In a way, her smooth skin, still warm from the shower, brought back memories of the night— only two days ago— when he had carefully wiped the rain from her shivering shoulders and face.
Winifred helped him sit up and then she stopped him. "Stay…the last thing you need is to reopen one of those stitches…again" She moved the food first and then small table. She made him a plate and set it on his lap.
Marcus's eyes followed her the whole time, the exhaustion behind them softening and melting away. He felt a tug in his heart, a reminder that he would never feel the same around her. Because he loved her. With all of his being, he loved her. And he would never stop. "Sorry, love."
Her heart stopped and she froze mid-pour. Her eyes trailed up to Marcus as the words echoed in her mind. A smiled bloomed on her lips as her blood was set ablaze.
He called me 'love' She thought as she continued to pour. She set the cup on the nightstand beside him. "It's fine… Just keep your movements to a minimal, okay?"
"Yes, love," he replied, his voice saturated with affection. "I'm never going to stop calling you that. Love. Because– because I love you. A lot. And I'm rambling now. But it's true. I love you, Winifred."
Winifred eyes watered as she nodded. "I….I" She gave a soft chuckle. "I love it. I really do. I don't want you to stop. Not at all. She can call me that as much as you want."
He smiled, taking her in; how her eyes seemed to shine with happiness under those dark lashes, the way she held herself, even after all she'd been through. The way a smile played across those full lips, the sound of her lilting voice, hanging in the air before fading away. "I'm glad. Come, sit next to me. I want to hold you."
He loves me…
He loves me…
He loves me…
Those words kept echoing in her mind as she moved to sit beside him. She was practically beaming like the sun, her eyes shining. Even after what she'd done…He still loved her.
Instantly, the darkness within her melted away. She could no longer hear those voices of condemnation. She could only hear Marcus and his sweet and soothing voice.
(Awww)
(G’morning)
Marcus wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, burying his face in her hair. He inhaled her sweet, familiar scent, a smile playing on his lips. His heart pattered happily. “I love you… I can’t say it enough. Winifred Elaine Darcy, I love you. So much.”
((Good morning to you, too!!!))
The tears fell then and there. Winifred pressed her lips against his cheek. "I love you too, Marcus Crenshaw. I love you with every part of me." And then, Winifred she had never spoken truer words.
She let him hold her, nice and close. Several times, she pressed kisses to his skin.
(How are you?)
Marcus held her tightly, loving how perfectly she fit in his arms, loving the way she filled them up— he had never realized how empty they’d been without her— loving her. Her name was honey on his lips, her touch the soothing balm to calm his fire. She was his Winifred. And he was her Marcus.
(I'm great! We got snow and now I get the fluff of the year! How are you?)
Winifred wiped her tears as she let his warmth enrapture her. His arms were strong and steady around her. She whispered his name with love on her tongue. He held her tight and she wondered if he'd ever let go. She didn't want him to. She'd be safe in his arms, that's where she wanted to stay.
(Oh awesome! And lol yeah, fluff
I’m pretty great :)
Marcus pressed a kiss to her temple, running a hand through her hair. He didn’t let go of her as he lifted her teacup from the table and pressed it into her hand, if anything, his grip on her tightened. “We should probably eat…” he whispered, tracing circles into her arm.
Winifred blushed. She had completely forgotten about the meal before them. She accepted the cup and took a sip. "Thank you…." She set it down and took up the plate she'd set on his lap. She got a forkful of eggs and lifted to his lips. A smirk on her lips as memories came to mind.
Marcus smiled bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. He parted his lips, letting her feed him bits of egg and ham. "This feels strangely familiar…. I wonder why…." he joked lightly, one of his fingers playing with a lock of her hair.
Winifred chuckled softly. "Hey, you got a better meal than me." She pouted playfully, taking his forkful of eggs and ham for herself.
“Hey!” He protested gently, moving her hand aside and kissing her squarely on the mouth. “Mm, you taste like ham,” he teased lightly, grinning.
(I can almosy imagine Luc. Skipping down the hallway like the peice of monkey carp he is, thinking, "they must be devastated, she must be packing her things right now." Then he passed their door and sees them kissing and giggling. XD)
Winifred's eyes widened as he kissed her, her face heating rapidly. She pressed her fingers to her lips bashfully. "Marcus.." She breathed. She licked her lips, loving the taste of him. "You taste like ham too." She giggled.
(oml yes)
Marcus's blush deepened, but he gave her a lopsided grin, leaning in again. After kissing her, thoroughly, he finally pulled away, his chest heaving. He took a long gulp of air, his hair now ruffled and messy.
Winifred's eyes fluttered as he pulled away, her head spinning as she breathed heavily, but her smile never relented. She removed her hands from his hair and giggled softly. "I like your hair like that…"
Marcus bit his lip, looking away. Clearly flustered, he reached for her hands, an unmistakable smile lighting up his tired features. "Remember in the carriage? Where I left it un-brushed because of you?"