Marcus turned away from her, grabbing a scone and a napkin from the cart and sitting back on his bed. Ignore her. She’s not important. Killing Luc is. Unfortunately, he’d left his dagger in the bathroom, and there was no was Winnifred would let him anywhere near it. She wouldn’t let him anywhere near his cache of mood-altering substances either, which put him off.
She swung her legs like a schoolgirl as she sipped her tea, her brown eyes locked on Marcus for a moment longer. What is occupying that mind of yours, Lord Marcus? she thought with a tilt of her head. You aren't as mentally unstable as I was told. Might I even say, the complete opposite. The is something eating at you….what is it?
(Ha, Just you wait, he’s plenty mentally unstable)
Marcus’s eyes flicked up, clashing with hers for a moment before he turned his attention back to his papers. She was studying him, trying to figure him out. Let her try. Not even he could figure himself out, how would she, his nurse wh he’d met mere days ago? Forget her goddammit. You have work to do. All of his previous attempts at murder had been stopped, and it was grating on his nerves. And besides that, he needed evidence that it was Luc who’d killed his parents, how on earth could he get that? Shuffling the papers in his hand, he went over the encoded notes on his uncles behaviours and routines for the millionth time.
He spends a lot of time with those papers. I've hardly seen him write anything. She noticed with a sigh. This was boring work, but sadly, not everything was exciting. She had to be alert and watchful at all times. "You haven't taken a bite of that scone." she stated, staring directly at him. Very boring work indeed.
Marcus threw here a glare and took a bite, flipping the page over I'd need a written confession… maybe I could kill him and fake his suicide note? Now that was a good idea. Relieved to finally be getting somewhere, he dipped his quill in his inkwell and began to write. How would I get near enough to him with a weapon without causing suspicion?
"Thank you." She replied in a sing-song voice. She placed her empty cup down with a smile. She watched him, the eager way her wrote. Well, he's got an idea, I suppose "How could a man who isn't trusted with his family's estate have such work?"
Marcus's hands clenched around the edges of his papers, wrinkling them slightly. With immense effort, he locked his jaw and kept his eyes on the lines of scrawled code. "Ask my uncle.", was all he said, inhaling slowly. The nerve. If he hadn't been so exhausted, he might've spoken more sharply, but his words came off more dejected than he'd intended.
"I think I'll pass. Especially when I can find out on my own." She slid smoothly off the table returning the tea cup to the cart. She took a scone for herself.
Marcus scoffed. "I seriously doubt it." Rubbing at his eyes again, he began re-reading all eleven pages of notes. You can't fail this time. This time, he'll kill you, you moronic excuse for a Crenshaw. Father would've wanted you to be stronger. Mother would have been ashamed of you. Get your act together, goddammit.
She bit th scone and watched him. "Well I know one thing js for sure. The look on your face looks like your plotting a murder. But you wouldn't do that, you wouldn't write out your plans for someone else to find." She laughed. This was hilarious to her.
Ha, as if. "Well yes, I am not, in fact, as stupid as you might think." Marcus met her eyes briefly, then let his gaze fall back to his papers. "You have your work, I have mine."
"Yes, I can agreed to that." She took another bite of her, gesturing to his scone. "That's getting lonely." She chided. If only he would eat faster, she'd certainly stop bothering him. At least for a time.
Marcus raised his eyes towards the ceiling as if begging for the Lord to give him patience. “Fine.” It only took a few bites to finish the scone off, and he had to admit he felt much better afterwards. “Happy?”
"Very. It's not much, but it's a start." she shrugged. She stepped closer and raised her hand to his forehead. She frowned and shook her head. "It wasn't enough to shake that fever though. Soup for tonight would be best." She decided.
Marcus jerked his head away from her hand, angling his papers away from her even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to read them. “I’ll just throw it up again, I can’t stomach a lot of food at a time.”
"The a small bowl. You brought this upon yourself." she reminded him. "Now you have to do something to combat this illness, and we've already established that you don't like medicine." She put her hands on her hips.
March’s raised his gaze to the heavens again. “Fine. But no medication.” His tone was firm, it was clear that she would have to physically pin him down if he was going to take anything. “And, I serve myself. I don’t want you slipping any sleeping draught into my meal.
Winnie laughed. "I'd need to do nothing of the sort…" she said with a wink. What she really meant was: Oh, sweetheart, I'll just find another way. Tucking strand of hair behind her ear, she viewed his bookshelf. "Am I allowed to touch these?" she asked, mocking in her tone.
Marcus restrained from growling in response to her mockery. “Yes.”, he said simply, keeping his eyes focused on his papers. “I don’t see why not.”
((I love how infuriating she's being))
"Hm. Okay…" she took a random book from the shelf. From Red, to Rose it was titled. She skimmed a few pages and found it to be a romance. Written in the masculine of course. She smirked and sent a glance towards Marcus. She couldn't blame him, he was a lonely man.
(Lmao)
Marcus looked up just in time to catch her smirk. “What—“ then he glimpsed the title of the book. Oh. Face and infuriation burning, he pushed himself out of bed and strode over. He found that if he limped slightly to one side, the wound in his chest didn’t hurt so much. “If you want a good book, I recommend this one.” Marcus pulled a green-bound volume from the shelf and handed it to her. “Lying Is Easier in the Dark. A bit of a heavy read, not recommended for the faint of heart.”
(( I made new rp, wanna join? https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/a-world-all-our-own-open-1-6))
"But I want to read this on-" He handed her the book. She took it and stifled a giggle. "Fine, it doesn't seem so bad." She brushed past him and settled in a comfy recliner. It smelled of him, a scent she had come to associate him with in only two days. She opened the book and began reading.
(Sure, and also gimme a sec to type out a page of the book)
(ooooooooo!!!! YAY!!!!))
OH MY GOD I SPENT ALMOST AN HOUR TYPING UP LIKE TEN PARAGRAPHS
AND THEN NOTEBOOK
DID FREAKING APPLICATION ERROR
AND IT'S ALL GONE