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

Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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Winifred smiled at him. "Don't thank me… I love loving you." She held him closed, wrapping her arms around him tenderly. "I can't wait until you get better, then I can hold you tighter." She said with a laugh.

He laughed back, kissing her jaw with care. “I can’t wait ether.. and I always need to thank you.”

"True…. I am great.." She smirked cheekily. She closed her eyes as he kissed her cheek, relishing the feeling of his lips on her skin.

“Mm, that you are..” he agreed, working his lips up her jaw to the tender spot where her neck and jawline met, humming against her skin.

((I'm not sure where this is going XD But if it goes to the far left, do you wanna skip or take it to the pms?))
She exhaled slowly, her body melting into his. She reached up ran a hand down his cheek. "Marcus, there's more tea and rolls…" She drawled.

(I’m not sure if Marcus’d take it that far, he’d be too afraid of hurting Winnie XD
Maybe she could read aloud to him)

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. He kept his hands at her waist, and his eyes flickered to the book she’d previously discarded. “Mm, there are, but I’m not hungry anymore.. read to me? Please?”

Winifred pecked his cheeks one final time. "Of course, Marcus… I mean, after all, you did say please." She laughed as she turned and reached for the book. She turned to the first page and cleared her throat. "Chapter 1…"

My Dearest Mary,

My heart aches as I write this letter to you. I, first and foremost, want to say that this is not what I intended for you. This is not what I want. I love you with all of my heart and I never wished harm to come to you. Alas, it has. This is why I must leave. I cannot stand by and watch you be hurt for my folly. I refuse to be the epicenter of your misery even if it earns me your hate.

Mary, I can no longer continue to stay here. I can no longer love you like this. We cannot be together. By the time you get here and receive this letter, it will be too late. I will be on my way to docks. Anything I leave behind you must sell or burn, do you understand? There can be no trace of me left in your life.

Please understand that I am doing this for your safety. That you may live freely, without the oppression of my transgressions causing you to be afraid. This is what must happen. They will follow me and let you go free. That was our arrangement from the beginning. Always remember that I love you.

Forever yours,

Daniel Reed

He could hardly see through the tears that blurred his sight. He sat at a desk illuminated by a single candle as his belonging were packed into a carriage that would take him to the docks where he would board a ship and sail far, far away from this place. His home.

It's all for her. He thought as he stood and blew the candle out. He watched the smoke rise and curled in the moonlight. Then it dissipated. Just like he would from Mary's memories, he told himself. She would move on and be happy. Or so he hoped, because there was no way he could come back here.

Marcus let out a soft sigh, sinking into the familiarity of the book. His lips moved along with the words she spoke, having memorized many of the lines by now. It was, after all, one of his favourite books.

Winifred continued to read, engrossed in the book as she retold the story of a man running from his love to safe her life. But then, she saw into the heart of strong woman who would not give up her love. She read chapter after chapter until her voice grew hoarse and her eyelids grew heavy.

Marcus gently removed the book from her hands, tilting his head to press gentle kisses to both her eyelids. "You look tired, my love. Rest," he told her softly, shifting so that she was laying back against him, however much it hurt his chest.

A yawn broke through her protests. "Marcus… Your chest…." She sat up to shift. "I don't want to hurt you…" She laid down beside him.

Marcus couldn’t help a soft chuckle as he slid down beside her. “It doesn’t hurt when you are near…” His whispers stirred the hairs sweeping over her forehead, the hairs that he moved to brush away.

Winifred hummed with pure elation as she took his hand and kissed his palm, holding it against her cheek. "I love you, Marcus…"

He rubbed his thumb gently over her cheekbone. “I love you too.” Leaning forward, he planted an affectionate kiss to her forehead. “Now, sleep.”

"Yes… Lord Marcus Crenshaw…" She muttered with a smiled, shutting her eyes and cuddling close to him.

“Don’t call me lord…. I am your equal…” was the last thing he murmured in her ear before his eyes fell shut.

Winifred helped Marcus into a sitting position and smiled, sticking her pen through her hair, which was all piled up in a haphazard bun. After weeks of care and coddling, Marcus was ready to get back into the swing of things. She removed his stitches later today but first, some physical exercise to help him bounce back better.

Marcus winced in pain, but managed a smile. He steadied himself with a hand on Winifred’s shoulder, attempting to rise. Nearby, Angeline dunked a cloth in cool water.

Winifred braced her hand on his lower back. "There ya go." She nodded her approval. "Remember, you know how to do all of this stuff, it's merely elementary, dear. All you're doing is working stiff muscles. Okay?"

(Elementary, my dear Watson)

Marcus nodded, smiling up at her. He successfully got to his feet and tried to take a step forward, succeeding. Angeline came up beside him and wiped his sweating brow with the cloth.

(Ooh, later on can we have an Angeline-Winifred interaction?)

((dies of fangirl combustion…. Yes, of course we can))
Winifred's smile widened. "Yes, there we go. See, it's simple." She looked up at him. "This is just a test run, Marcus. Tell us when you get tired."

(yassss and yass)
(John+Sherlock ship, yes or nah?)

Marcus's smile widened slightly. He thanked Angeline, taking another careful step forward. After a few more, he let go of Winifred and leaned against the wall, trying to walk on his own.

Angeline kept her eyes trained solely on him, conflicted emotions flickering across her face.

((Don't hate me but nah, I likes Sherlock the lone wolf))

Winifred smiled even though her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She watched Marcus with worried eyes. She couldn't help it, she wanted him to be safe at all times. She stayed close enough to catch him if he tripped or fell or crumbled.

(Oof)

Marcus managed to do a whole round of the room before he sagged against the wall, pain spilling through his chest. His smile was weak, but triumphant. “How did I do?”

"Good job! Such a good job, I'm so proud of you." Winifred place a hand on his cheek, but stopped herself before she kissed him. You're his doctor right now…. she told herself. She helped him back to the bed, sitting him down slowly. "I'll get you a glass a water, you rest and maybe we can try again later."

Marcus nodded with a trembling smile, hating his growing exhaustion but knowing there was nothing he could do about it. “Thanks, Winifred.”

Angeline bit her lip, silent as she approached him with the cloth.

She squeezed his hand before disappearing into the bathroom with a cup. All the while she smiled, thinking of how strong and amazing Marcus was, already he was recovering faster than she'd expected.
He is truly exceptional.

Noting Angeline’s silence, Marcus met her eyes, worry evident in his own. “Angeline? Are you alright?”
She continued to wipe his brow, silent.