Marquis Darrington

[mxrquix]

Pedro pascal.cis man.he/him. ― is that HECTOR DARRINGTON i saw during this years first ball of the season? the 45 year old is preparing finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. They are known to be PROTECTIVE, but also UNTRUSTING, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one.

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[mccvllough]

"Fancy sharing this with me?" She queried with a smile. The stalls had all been too indulging and she had bought a few pastries more than she could handle. "I got a little carried away."

[mxrquix]

The marquis had been all but floating through the fete since the news of his wife's pregnancy had been confirmed. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and he had stopped at any stall that had something that even remotely reminded the man of his wife so it was no wonder that he stopped at the pastry stall to pick a few treats for his family.

"Oh!" He turned to glance down at the pastries in question, his smile warm, "A kind offer. I can't blame you for getting carried away with how delicious these look. who wouldn't?" He laughed.

[mxrquix]

Are you sure the baby is even yours and not Anthony's?

"My wife would never be unfaithful to me." He gritted out. In truth, he had his fears, though he knew that was a product of his insecurities surrounding their marriage's circumstances. However, He believed in his wife's character and could never see her going against her vows. Still, the thought lingered.

[mxrquix]

How do you feel knowing Sophia is pregnant?

"That-" He pressed his lips together, his eyebrows stitching together as he rubbed thoughtfully at his chin. "Being a father has been the greatest joy of my life," he said, "I would not mind starting the journey again."

[purelegnces]

━ › @dxrkcrxwn / hector. ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

her eyes followed over the print for a moment, before favouring the glass before her as she threw the papers on the table. ❝ surely there's got to be something better for her to do ? ❞

[mxrquix]

The marquis huffed a laugh as he picked up the woman’s discarded papers, the column from Lady Whistledown crisp and fresh on the page. “Say what you will,” he shrugged, setting it back down to smile gently at her, “she is certainly a gifted writer. Perhaps best suited to fiction but quite talented nonetheless.” 

[mxrquix]

Hi daddy

"Don't let my wife hear you say that."

[mxrquix]

How do you find having Anthony around?

"He's always been a wonderful friend with a surprisingly adept right hook so, all in all, it's a mixed bag. Ask me once my bruise has faded and I'm sure my answer will be different."

[mxrquix]

  ❛  are you even sorry?  ❜ @viscxntbridgertcn​

The Marquis shrugged, unwilling to let the viscount get a rise from him. What business his wife had with the man in the past was exactly that, in the past. She had been loyal and devoted to him and his children, in truth. It was more than he could have possibly asked for and he was not about to allow his darker, more paranoid thoughts cause her yet more stress.  “What, pray tell, do I have to be sorry for, Viscount? Marrying my wife? Bedding her? Loving her?” 

[mxrquix]

INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. (@innertvrment )

The Marquis groaned as he awoke, the only light in the bedroom coming from the moon where it shone overhead and illuminated his wife. It was a sight he usually adored, his heart had never been able to maintain a steadfast rhythm when he saw her like this, her face reflecting the pale moonglow so beautifully that he could hardly believe she was here, with him, his and his alone, but he didn't feel the same contentment he usually did now, not when she was awake, staring off into the distance in such a catatonic way that he didn't even believe she had noticed him shifting into wakefulness. He didn't know how to reach her, these days. He felt so lonely, even when she lay right beside him.

"Darling." He called softly, his hand raising to brush against her shoulder but dropping before he could do so, so unsure of whether the touch would be welcomed. "Why are you awake? What time is it?"