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

Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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She kisses me like the sun kisses each individual petal on a rose, softly and full of light. She kisses me like this is the beginning, like it's the start of something new.
And that is exactly why I look away when her gaze meets mine from across the room. It is why I flinch when she reaches out to touch me with those gentle hands. It's why when everyone bends towards her like they are flowers and she is the sun, I lean away.
Because I don't crave the light. I don't crave soft, caressing touches or kisses that taste of honey and loving smiles.
I crave the darkness. I crave the sharp, biting silver edge of a blade. The kiss of a knife, one that carries you tantalizingly close to the end, just enough to give you a taste, and tugs you away at the last moment, leaving you wishing, wanting more. I crave the bitter, metallic, but somehow beautifully sweet taste of blood to blossom on my tongue.
She gives the kind of kisses that heal your wounds. I want the kind that give you them in the first place.

I am in a dark place. She is the light that could bring me out of it.

So, when I see her walking towards me, each step as light as a feather falling, I repeat a mantra to myself over and over again so that I can deceive her best.

I am a gaping black abyss. And lies are better told in the dark.

((I know, and neither do I through my little excerpts))

WInnie's eyes trailed up to Marcus as she read. Is he living out this book? she thought, concern filling her eyes. "It's funny…" she chuckled softly. "How sometimes… we can attach ours to realities that aren't reality at all. There are aspects that we find so…" she ran a finger over the soft velvet binding. "Tantalizing that we can't help but adopt them. Take Christopher Columbus as an example." She closed the book. "I think there are aspects of this book that you have adopted for yourself, Lord Marcus…"

Marcus clenched his jaw. “Considering the fact that I stole the book two and a half weeks ago, I am not convinced of your statement.” His voice was hard, sharp, but his expression stayed completely blank even as his tone gave away his emotions. This is why you don’t share books with people. He had been speaking the truth, the book was new, it had been the title that caught his eye as it lay in a heap with the other illegal volumes, and when he’d first read he had been amazed at the uncanny similarities between the writings and his mind. If he had believed in God, he might’ve thought it was part of His plan.

"Well then, let's call it an uncanny similarity." She set the book down, face up. "Why did you give me this book to read? Especially when you could have let me wallow in my immodest actions while reading that…. other book." She raised a brow.

Marcus looked her straight in the eyes. “You read to me from a book that was personal to you, I thought it only fair to do the same. And besides that, it’s a good book.” He leaned backwards slightly, returning his focus to his own book.

Winnie knew that if she had the ability, she'd have burst into flames out of blatant outrage. That is complete and utter bullcrap! She simmered silently, her eyes glowing to a bronze. Slowly she slid her eyes from him and returned to her book, though she hardly read single word.

(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.