Closed RP: Percy & Margot
Marguerite watched as it happened in front of her, her own hand raising and shooting off the pistol to stop them from murdering each other. They looked up addressed the fact that she was there then continued. Bloody men! But something caught her ear.
"They seek 'im here, they seek him thar, them Frenchies seek 'im everywhere! Be he in heaven, he might be in 'ell, that demmed an' dastardly Pimpernel!"
Marguerite woke in a tangle of sheets before remembering she was herself again and her dear Percy was still beside her sleeping soundly. How precious he looked when he slept, so innocent, how she adored lightly touching his skin as he slept just to hear him murmuring and trying to swat her away. They had yet to speak of that day, but Marguerite seemed to get the feeling everyone was in a similar situation. Well, with the clothing and the speech anyway. She closed her eyes and remembered what she heard Percy say before it truly sank in. "Pimpernel?" She repeated aloud. She silently moved out of bed and went to the door of their small cottage and saw the--small little scarlet flowers. In utter disbelief she walked back to bed in a haze, gazing on the sleeping form of her husband, taking his hand in hers and kissing it lightly before she saw his ring. It---it was changeable? Her fingers slowly moved the metal bit and it was a, flower. "Scarlet Pimpernel," she breathed before looking at his face again. Percy? Her own dearest Percy, the Scarlet Pimpernel? The man who stole her heart, who---who she nearly killed. She had sold him out, if he hadn't ended up here he surely would have been caught and killed.
Marguerite sat on the edge of the bed with her back to her husband, covered her mouth and sobbed. She would have killed her own husband!
"They seek 'im here, they seek him thar, them Frenchies seek 'im everywhere! Be he in heaven, he might be in 'ell, that demmed an' dastardly Pimpernel!"
Marguerite woke in a tangle of sheets before remembering she was herself again and her dear Percy was still beside her sleeping soundly. How precious he looked when he slept, so innocent, how she adored lightly touching his skin as he slept just to hear him murmuring and trying to swat her away. They had yet to speak of that day, but Marguerite seemed to get the feeling everyone was in a similar situation. Well, with the clothing and the speech anyway. She closed her eyes and remembered what she heard Percy say before it truly sank in. "Pimpernel?" She repeated aloud. She silently moved out of bed and went to the door of their small cottage and saw the--small little scarlet flowers. In utter disbelief she walked back to bed in a haze, gazing on the sleeping form of her husband, taking his hand in hers and kissing it lightly before she saw his ring. It---it was changeable? Her fingers slowly moved the metal bit and it was a, flower. "Scarlet Pimpernel," she breathed before looking at his face again. Percy? Her own dearest Percy, the Scarlet Pimpernel? The man who stole her heart, who---who she nearly killed. She had sold him out, if he hadn't ended up here he surely would have been caught and killed.
Marguerite sat on the edge of the bed with her back to her husband, covered her mouth and sobbed. She would have killed her own husband!