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

Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Thank you, Thomas,” Marcus said sincerely, giving Angeline a subtle nudge with his foot under the table. Angeline was still wide-eyed and panicking, though she at least had the panic hidden inside, where Thomas couldn’t see.

"Thank you for allowing me to join you." Thomas replied. "Let me know if you need anything at all." Thomas caught Angeline's gaze as he spoke those words. Apparently they had double meaning, specially for her. He flashed her a smile.

Angeline’s heart skipped a beat. Trying on a careful smile, she glanced down at her food, a blush rising to her cheeks. “It’s no problem, Thomas, we’re glad to have you.” Her voice was soft, shy.

A soft gasp escaped Thomas.

She blushed…

The mere sight sent red racing across his cheeks. This beautiful goddess, she blushed because of him! Thomas could hardly take his eyes off of her, much less eat, but he .managed to do so. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

Marcus was an inch away from giggling like a tiny maniacal toddler. Once again, he kicked Angeline under the table, then Thomas in turn.

Angeline never remembered feeling so utterly confused. She cleared her throat, heart pounding with wild abandon,but no words came out of her mouth.

He tossed a glare at Marcus as Thomas received that kick. He knew he had to say something to her. He just….hadn't figured out what just yet. He cleared his throat out and looked to Angeline. Those eyes…. He was a slave to them and happy to be one.

"Miss…. Try the food." he handed her a fork. "I assure you it will be nothing but extraordinary. " Once again, his words had more than one meaning.

Angeline took the fork, blush deepening as her hand brushed Thomas's. "Th-Thank you. I have no doubt about that." And this time, it was her words that masked a hidden connotation.

Thomas beamed and retracted his hand, his skin tingling where she brushed him. He picked up his fork as well

Winifred smiled as she watched. It was like a romance story in a book. Slowly, she lifted a cucumber sandwich to her lips, her smiling lips.

“So, Thomas, how are you?” the woman managed, tucking a strand of flaxen hair behind her ear.

"Wonderful, I've been absolutely wonderful. It's so nice to see you again, Angeline. It has been quite a while. How are you?" Thomas countered. He expected her to lie about her well being. He knew from Marcus how cruel and violent that Lord Crenshaw was, he, himself hadn't had the pleasure to meet him yet.

Angeline bit her lip nervously, inhaling deeply. “It’s good to see you too. I’m- I’m doing better.”

The answer wasn't what he had hoped for, but what he'd expected. He gave a faint hum and looked to Winifred. "And you miss…."
"Darcy." Winifred smiled. "I'm doing fine, Thomas, a pleasure to see you again." She said. Thomas smiled and nodded. "It's nice to see you again, too. Especially now that the banter has ceased." he chuckled.

Marcus flushed slightly, grinning sheepishly. "All thanks to you, my friend. I guess we'll just.. have to repay you in some way." Beneath the table, he prodded Angeline with his foot."

Thomas laughed and shook his head. "Nonsense, Marcus. It's not everyday one get's to feel the hope of love." Thomas sipped his water. Winifred looked to him and then pointedly to Angeline.

Angeline's cheeks burned under Winifred's scrutiny. Just as she was about to reply, Marcus cleared his throat and stood. "Winifred, there's something I'd like to show you by the lake, why don't you come with?" In plain words 'let's leave the lovestruck idiots alone to talk'.

"Of course!" Winifred gave him a nod and took him by the hand. Thomas watched the two, confusion evident in his eyes. He raised a hand to stop them but Winifred slapped his hand down. "We'll be back, play nice~"

Angeline was beet red by the time they left, anxiously fixing her hair.

Marcus grinned as soon as they were outside, chuckling lowly. "Oh, this is so much fun."

Thomas looked up at her. "You look beautiful, your hair, it's fine." He told her.

Winifred giggled. "Oh, it is." She leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I will say it a thousand times more, you are a genius."

Angeline's brain stopped working for a minute, leaving her a speechless, flushing mess. Eventually, she gathered enough courage to reply. "I- I do?"

Marcus grinned, hugging her close. "No, that's you. I wouldn't have been able to convince Angeline to come with like you did."

With a nod, Thomas took her hand. "Come now, Angeline. You are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever had to fortune to meet. Shame on Marcus for not telling you of your beauty…"

Winifred shrugged sheepishly. "I am a persuasive person, aren't I?"

"You're telling me?" Marcus asked teasingly, giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

Angeline's heart pattered weakly, stirring up all kinds of odd sensations as she did her best to form a proper answer. "I– Marcus has Winifred, I don't mind. But I've- I've never been called beautiful before."

"Guess I'll have to pick up the slack for him." Giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Angeline, I must admit I've been quite smitten with you. Ever since Marcus brought you here." Thomas admitted. He saw no sense in hiding it from her, especially when he had her attention. He would not waste this opportunity.

For a split second, Angeline’s heart stopped. Then it was thundering again, pulse rushing in her ears, crystalline eyes widening. “I— oh.”

"I understand if you do not feel the same way as I do of you. But I thought you should know, I desire you. As a friend and so much more." Thomas had forgotten to breath as he spoke, his heart clanged and clamored in his chest like a bird in a cage. But he smiled.

Angeline too had forgetten to breathe, forgotten to move, forgotten how to do anything but stare into Thomas’s hypnotic eyes. Finally, she inhaled deeply, daring to speak, though her voice was barely above a whisper. “I- Thomas. I think- I’m confused right now, as far as love goes— I think I love two men. And— And one of them is you. But I don’t know if it would be fair to you—“