((OOOOH SHOOTS!!! What's wrong with Angel-boo!?!))
Winifred waved a hand through the air. "He's fine. A little difficult to handle, but fine enough." She crossed one leg over the other and sat back in her chair. Her gaze went to those gray eyes, cold and focused on her. "His trauma has morphed into something even I cannot predict for the most part."
(Hehe)
Luc prodded her further. “But what are his symptoms? What has he been doing?” His eyes fixed themselves on her full mouth. Her striking resemblance to Lauren was.. uncanny. And very, very tempting.
Marcus turned around to find Angeline sitting up on his bed, clearly shaken. “She left over twenty minutes ago, for a dinner I think,” she informed him quietly. “Go to her before she gets hurt.” Clearly unable to meet his eyes for more than a few seconds, she cast her gaze elsewhere. “Angeline—“ She waved him away. “Go.”
He was out the door before she could say it a second time, stopping only to grab a fallen dagger .
Winnifred.
Winifred looked at him. What was he staring at? Clearing her throat to bring his attention back to her, she continued. "He has multiple symptoms. Among them being a "Messianic Complex". He believes that there is something that only he was meant to accomplish. He works all day towards this thing that I have no idea of what. He writes notes and speaks of meetings though he never goes anywhere important and his notes are of utter nonsense." She spoke with half truths and half lies. It was as easy as counting.
Luc grimaced slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his forehead. “I fear I may know what he is set out to accomplish….. it is fine, for now, leave him be when it comes to that. The obsession will soon run out..” He took another neat bite of his food. “Doctor Winnifred, I invited you here tonight to apologize for my atrocious behaviour a few days ago, lI hope that you will forgive me.”
Angry fire ignited in her eyes but she covered it quickly. Plastering a smile to her face she took a sip from her cup and looked to him. "It is all but forgotten, My Lord. As I tell Lord Marcus, I shan't shame you for desiring a woman, though your actions were inappropriate…" she gave him a cute smile.
Luc, slightly taken aback by her answer, quickly regained his composure, chuckling softly. "Yes, that is true. I was not thinking– but yes, Marcus is…… a lonely man, to put it simply. I hope that he will find someone soon, for his own sanity, which I fear that he may be loosing. Has he told you about his hallucinations?"
Winfred blanked at this. Hallucinations?
"Hallucinations….no, I'm afraid he hasn't." She gave a curt laugh. "Why would he?"
Luc furrowed his brow. "They must be getting better if you haven't noticed anything…….. he hasn't opened up to me about them, unfortunately, but it's not hard to deduce. I imagine they must be quite horrific….."
Marcus's heart pounded as he slowly pushed open the door to a dining room, peering in. Hearing and seeing no one, he nudged it open a crack more, bursting with the need to find Winnifred. If he tries anything– if he does anything to her– He clenched the dagger in his fist.
But there was no one there. It was the wrong dining room. Growling in frustration to hide his mounting panic– from who, he didn't know– he turned away.
Winifred had decided earlier that she wouldn't believe a word he said, but she feigned worry nonetheless. "I'll certainly keep my eyes open for signs of it. Thank you, Lord Crenshaw."
(this time, he's telling the truth… hehehehehehehehe)
Luc nodded, steering the conversation away from his stupid nephew. "How are you enjoying your stay with us?" he asked politely, eyes flicking down to her bosom so quickly that there was no way she could have caught it. It's going to get a whole lot better tonight… he thought to himself, aching to undress her right there and then.
((Oh dang))
Winifred took a long sip from her drink before answering that question. How could she tell him about the secular books she had read to his nephew, or how she'd been practically naked around him. Simple: She wouldn't
"It's been very…eventful." She settled for saying. "I can only imagine it'll only get better…" She said with a laugh so soft, she could hardly hear it herself. Her mind had drifted to Marcus, wondering how awkward things would be if she read that book to him now.
Luc arched an eyebrow. "Eventful, I don't doubt. But better? I predict that his condition will lightly get worse before that…. unless, of course, it wasn't his condition you were referring to. How has he been treating you?"
"Oh, just fine." She scoffed. "He hardly respects my privacy and I've already caught him rifling through my things." She shook her head. "He's insufferable, nothing like you, my Lord."
Luc smiled at the comment, fingers twitching ever so slightly. "That sounds like him… I hope he at least has the decency to speak to you as a man should to a lady."
Winifred laughed even though it pained her to. "Lord Crenshaw, I don't think he knows just how a man should speak to a lady." She quipped. She was growing tired of the charade, her anger rising within with every passing minute. She produced a fan from the folds of her skirts.
Luc chuckled again, fingers twitching again. He was growing more and more impatient, hands tingling with the need to take her, to toy with her….. He set down his fork, one hand slipping into his pocket, where a small vial sat. It'll be enough to knock her out…
Winifred watched as his hand disappeared underneath the table. Her curiosity piked and her disgust deepened. Could he not control himself and have that decency to remain a gentleman?
Pushing her chair back, she cleared her throat. "I need to visit the washroom." She stood.
((Okay, what if she takes a sip and Luc starts getting a feely? That way she can try to leave and he grabs her, she tries to fight him, and Marcus busts in and is like, "You touchin' my woman? Prepare to die"
(yeah sure! just assume Marcus is stumbling around trying to find the correct dining room for now lol)
Luc nodded, gaze slipping down her generous curves as soon as she turned her back. Licking his lips, he stood, leaning over the table to shake a few droplets of clear liquid into her drink once she'd left the room. He licked his lips, already anticipating the moment when he got his hands on her.
Winifred left with speed she had never used before. Once she was in the ladies' room, she braced herself against a porcelain sink and sighed. "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be."
Luc hummed to himself, picturing the quickest route to his bedroom from here while his fingers drummed a rhythm on the table, the same rhythm he would soon be pounding into her. Oh, Lauren…….. what a delicious gift you've brought me…….. I hope she tastes as good as you, my love…
Winifred composed herself as best as she could, running a damp cloth along her necks and forehead. Control yourself Winifred…. Death will come to that man suddenly and painfully. Of this, you can be sure. She smirked, wondering how long he'll last in a jail cell.
She exited the room and returned to the table, that smile still on her face. "I hope I wasn't gone too long." she said.
He smiled back, shaking his head. "Not at all, Doctor. Or, may I call you Winnifred, for the sake of simplicity?"
(ack sorry for my one-liners, I'm really tired)
((Go to sleep then, don't stay up for me! We can continue tomorrow, dearie))
(It’s no problem, don’t worry
It’s not even 7:30 yet, I’ll be fine. Thanks though :)
((okay, if you say so))
She nodded. "I don't mind." she sat once more. Looking to her drink, she picked it up and took a sip. Stars above, I'll need more of this if I plan to make it through the night…
(Thanks)
Luc stifled a grin as she took a sip of her drink, barely keeping his eyes from lingering on the swell of her throat as she swallowed. How he’d love to take that delicious throat into his mouth….
“Do you know how much longer you’ll be staying with us?”
As that wine settled within her, Winifred couldn't help but feel…odd. She hiccuped and bashfully covered her mouth. "Excuse me…" she muttered. "I am prepared to stay for as long as I am needed."
Luc had to resist another smile. The drug was clearly setting in, lacing its way into her system…. and soon the prize would be his.
"I'm glad, Marcus seems to…. depend on you."
Winifred nodded, the motion feeling too fluid, causing her head to swim. She stopped. "Yes…." Her drink suddenly got heavy in her hand, she set it down with force. "I… I really believe that is a nice boy… once you get past the, um…" SHe waved her hand in the air, trying to grasp the word. She caught with a giggle. "The insanity. That's it!"