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Heh well it depends on if you can shoot a bullet through my head faster than I can strangle the life out of you. *smiles slightly and places his hand over Markus’* I doubt anyone will kill you, they have to go through me first. Just like they always had to.
-he brings his other hand up to place it lightly on John's cheek- ...You always have been my protector, haven't you? I suppose I should thank you for that. You've always been there, no matter what I put you through.
*wipes at his eyes* I’m sorry. The memory still haunts me, it was one of the worst things to ever happen. I can’t bear to see you hurt or sick, it makes me worried that you might pass on and I would follow you to hell if that happened.
-he tentatively moves closer, placing his hand on John's bicep- You know me. You know how stubborn I am. What on Earth are the chances that I'll end up leaving this world before you do?
You never know. I didn’t think you would’ve gotten hurt back then, but you did and I almost died then. It… opened my eyes. *blinks back tears*
-he almost looks a little panicked at this- ...Are you crying? Why are you crying? ...John, calm yourself down. It isn't going to happen again, I'm going to make sure of it.
… I’m sorry that I’m only someone that bothers you. I am glad that you’re well now, I waited outside your door hoping you would come out. Come out and not be bleeding like the last time you were gone for a long time, it hurt remembering the time you were sent to the hospital.
...Why would you bring that up? That's...It's not something that's ever going to happen again, understand? Not now I'm stuck in here, at least, where my enemies can't get to me.
Going outside - open
“Thank you.” Maisie grabs her bags and the basket and goes outside, leading the way. She raises her face to the sun and smiles. “Ah, this is nice.”
Maisie watched Markus as they walked, from under her hat. He was, indeed, a gorgeous man and she could just spend her time watchin him go about his business.
“Remember the talk we had about stereotypes? I’ve been thinking… This place reinforce some of them, don’t you think?”
Markus ponders this for a moment, and supposes that she's right. There are definitely a lot of stereotypes that are being enforced. "I would have to agree." He gives a slight nod. "Some rather unhealthy ones too, but let's not dwell on that. We're here for enjoyment, are we not? Let's not bring ourselves down by talking about this."
The view really is wonderful. He doesn't come down here often, given that he's not allowed to leave the manor on his own, so it's quite nice to be able to see it at his own leisure. "...Doesn't the view just take your breath away?" A content sigh passes his lips, and he turns his head to the side so that he can take a look at her. She really is wonderful company to be with. It isn't often that he finds enjoyable company, not with his sociopathic tendencies, so this is a bit of a pleasure. "Do you come down here often?"
Either way I rather make sure you’re alright than leave you possibly uncomfortable and hurt.
Well, I haven't been hurt. I've been sick. And I'm fairly certain nothing you could do would make me less uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I'm well now, so I suppose you're free to bother me as much as you wish.
nothingbutajohn replied to your post: It's good to be up and out of bed!
I really wish you hadn’t of locked your door, I would’ve come in and helped you get better.
You know I don't want you around me, neither well nor incapacitated.
You gotta sit down, you’re too tall! *smiles*
*Once he sits, Maisie wraps her arms around his shoulders and hugs him, tight, like one does with a sad child, her hand playing with his curls on the back of his head. Maisie nuzzles the top of his head lovingly then pulls back.*
There. You feel any better? *She says, her fingers still moving soothingly behind his ear and down the back of his neck.* You have lovely hair.
-he sits down for her, as she requests, and lets himself get comfortable before her arms wrap around him-
That's...Really rather soothing, actually.
-he allows himself to lean back against her slightly, a gentle sigh passing his lips as he eyes slide shut-
It's good to be up and out of bed!
Being bed-ridden for three weeks has not been good for morale.
Aw. Do you mind if I touch you? You look like you need a hug and some petting… And, to be honest, I would love to touch your hair.
...My hair? I- Well, you're the first person who's really asked me that -he looks a little perplexed at this point- But you...Uh, go ahead.
Oh, love. I’m sorry. Can I do something to help you feel better?
Unless you happen to know a hitman, I'm afraid not...I'm sure your chaming presence will help to cheer me up eventually.
Oh? Ooohhhh! Oh. I am sorry, now I just made an utter fool of myself to a complete stranger. Well, um. How do you do? I’m Rae. Rae Lockwood. I wish you luck with your—Ah—Man troubles?
A pleasure to meet you, Rae Lockwood. My, hm, man troubles will no doubt be plaguing me for a while. He's insistent like that...Forgive me, where are my manners? Markus Giovanni. Like I said, a pleasure to meet you.
I did. Had lovely dreams! And you? Did you sleep well?
Not really, if I'm honest. I've had a positively awful night.
Hello, everybody!
Good morning. Did you sleep well?
I’m sorry, but what’s done is done. I don’t expect you to just decide to submit to me, I actually don’t ever want that. But I don’t plan on rescinding my decision.
I plan on making things very difficult for you, you mark my words. I will never submit to you. I would rather die.
