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dh_marcus ([info]dh_marcus) wrote in [info]darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-02-10 20:33:00

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Entry tags:complete, daphne greengrass, february 2008, marcus flint

Home Empty Handed
Date and Time: January 10, 2008 - evening
Characters: Marcus Flint, Daphne Greengrass, Gerald (NPC)
Location: Flint Manor, England
Private/Public: Private
Rating: R
Warnings: Language for sure
Summary: Marcus returns home from the Voodoo Islands and Daphne wastes no time finding out where he's been
Completion: Complete



After spending nearly an hour under the waterfall shower in his bathroom, Marcus was sitting on his bed in a daze, his hair dripping onto the carpet below. He had only been back in England for a couple of hours after a week of being in the Voodoo Islands - a week after discovering his only child had been taken from him. He had come back alone, and defeated.

He had consulted the only person he knew who could help him while out of England - a priestess of a nearby village who really was a witch. Abuela Aurelia knew everything that happened on the sleepy island which Marcus' holding was on, and yet she could not give him any more information that he did not already know. Whoever had taken his son was magical, and they had killed Maria and destroyed Marcus' superlab. She had tried performing a detection spell on the knife that had killed Maria, but whoever had wielded the knife had learned to conceal their identity. The only consolation Marcus had from his visit with Abuela Aurelia was when she took hold of an item of Alejandro's clothings and met Marcus' eyes with hope.

Su hijo está vivo.

Your son is alive.

Marcus had gone for seventy-two hours straight looking for any indication that his son was still on the island before collapsing under his own exhaustion. Every known contact he had in the Islands could not tell him much, but it was clear that no amount of searching would reveal that Alejandro was still in the country. His captors had fled, and gods knows where in the world he may be. Marcus had talked to every known slave trader, muggle and wizard and no one had seen his son.

He was at a loss. Without being able to notify the muggle authorities of his son's disappearance without bringing suspicion on himself, and there not being much of a wizarding authority in the Voodoo Islands themselves, Alejandra was as good as gone.

When Marcus had arrived back at Flint Manor, Gerald knew something dire had happened though he was not one to question his employer. All Gerald could do was to ensure whatever Marcus wanted or needed, he would retrieve for him.

Evening came swiftly, and though Marcus had demanded not to see any visitors, when Daphne Greengrass arrived on the front step of Flint Manor, Gerald could not turn her away. She had been questioning where Marcus had been for the past week with worry, and Gerald enjoyed the young woman's company whenever she had paid a visit to the Manor.

"Yes, Master Flint has arrived back home though I must warn you, he is not well Miss Daphne," Gerald warned her in a low voice when she stepped over the threshold.



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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-11 01:46 am UTC (link)
Daphne had taken to visiting the Manor every night in hopes of Gerald having word on Marcus. With every sad shake of the older man's head, the worry in Daphne's heart grew fiercer.

After seeing Luna and securing a tank for the serpent to make a home in, Daphne continued her ritual. It was with surprise that Gerald immediately ushered her inside. Even the whispered warning would not dissuade her. Marcus was home and come hell or high water she would see him with her own eyes.

"Not well?" Daphne demanded. "In what way? Where is he?" She immediately unfastened her cloak, looking around the tomb-silent manor. "If he is unwell, then he has need of me whether he wants it or not."

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-02-11 01:59 am UTC (link)
"He's had a rather trying past week, Miss Daphne," Gerald informed the impetuous witch firmly. "He's resting at the moment, though I wouldn't doubt if he was not actually sleeping. He's given me orders that he doesn't want to meet with anyone, but I am under the impression that you would be the exception to that rule," the old man assumed with a dry smile.

He hung Daphne's cloak up with great care, then clasped his hands in front of him as the necessity of his station. "If you wish to see him, he is in his quarters. I am to bring him dinner, but perhaps you would like to do so yourself?"

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-11 02:08 am UTC (link)
Daphne rubbed her bottom lip with her fingertips. Listening intently as Gerald spoke, she felt that cold ball of worry slip from her heart to the pit of her stomach. Marcus was so recently back into her life and she into his. Perhaps he needed time to mend, to rest, without her interference.

Ten years I let someone else keep me away, I'll die before I let you continue it.

Marcus' words from that day in her shop rang through her head. Whatever misgivings she had, whatever mood he met her with, she would not be turned away when he needed her.

"If he did not intend for me to be the exception, he would have told you." Daphne rationalized. "He knows me well, he would guess that I would come." Satisfied with her logic, Daphne nodded. "I will take him his dinner, Gerald. Please assure that no one else comes near his quarters."

If Marcus tried to toss her out in anger, their voices were likely to rise, she did not want anyone to hear them.

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-02-11 02:28 am UTC (link)
Sitting on the edge of his bed in his bathrobe, having finally shaken himself from his daze to properly dry his hair and finish his toilette - which included shaving off his week old beard - Marcus held in his hand a portrait. It had been taken days after Alejandro was born, and though Vianca's death was very sad, Marcus could remember looking into his son's eyes for the first time and feeling an overwhelming surge of emotion.

A knock on the door interrupted his memories and hastily shoving the picture into a drawer of his bedside table, then rubbing his stinging eyes, Marcus cleared his throat.

"Come in, Gerald," he said loud enough to be heard. He sighed as he shifted on the bed so he could lay back on the mounds of pillows and the door opened with his dinner.

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-11 02:36 am UTC (link)
Daphne bid her goodbyes to Gerald, balancing a tray of food on one hand while holding her long skirts up with the other to traverse the stairs without tripping. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she knocked upon Marcus' bedroom door.

When he called for Gerald to come in, Daphne bit back a chuckle and opened the door quietly. He sounded terrible. Lost and weary.

As she stepped into the bedroom, Daphne cleared her throat. She could not see his face, only the long, lean form sprawled out on the bed, barely covered by a dressing gown.

"Gerald is attending to your household, Beau. I offered to bring your dinner myself." Her voice did not waver, but Daphne internally braced for battle.

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-02-11 03:18 am UTC (link)
Marcus sat up abruptly at the sound of Daphne's voice instead that of his housekeeper.

"Duck..." he said in a scratchy, world-weary voice. Marcus managed a small smile, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Well I can't say as I'm completely surprised to see you. I'm sorry you haven't heard from me in a while, Duck," he told her, standing up. "You must have charmed Gerald quite a bit to evade my strict orders of wanting to be left alone."

He came up behind her while she sat the tray down on a nearby table. Putting his hands around her waist, he pulled Daphne close and buried his nose into her hair. Home...

"I'm glad you're here."

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-11 03:29 am UTC (link)
Immediately relieved that he wasn't shouting or trying to toss her out but calling her by the beloved nickname, Daphne returned Marcus' small smile with one of her own. As he sat up, she set the tray down on the table, turning just as he reached her.

She let him draw her close, melting into his arms without tension or restraint, sensing that he needed it. Her hands went to his face, wanting to see her Beau's eyes. As she drew him back, Daphne chuckled. "Actually, I came in telling him I was going to see you whether you wanted me here or not."

Daphne kissed his brow, inhaling the scent of his soap. "I've been here every night since I returned from France, I was absolutely worried out of my bloody m-- Marcus."

Having pulled back far enough to see his face, Daphne stopped mid sentence. Her palms cupped his cheeks, which were freshly shaved, her eyes darting over the weary, distraught face of her dearest friend. "Mère de Dieu." Daphne whispered.

Marcus looked as though he'd been through hell twice over. She ran her thumbs over his cheekbones, meeting his hazel gaze while her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Dark circles surrounded familiar eyes, and he looked as though he'd dropped a stone since the last time she'd seen him. Something was terribly wrong.

"Beau, what's happened to you?" Daphne questioned, her voice tearful. "What...tell me. You can tell me anything."

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-02-11 03:50 am UTC (link)
Marcus chuckled hollowly. "I'm not surprised, but Gerald knows how special our relationship is and I think he's grown a bit fond of you," he told Daphne, closing his eyes when she kissed his forehead.

He cringed internally when her eyes went wide and filled with worry. "I'm alright, Duck. It's been one fuck of a hellish week though, and I'll tell you about it. I will. I just...I need to eat," Marcus explained, running through his head his story which he knew he would have to tell Daphne. But not all of it.

"Have you had anything to eat yourself?"

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-11 04:02 am UTC (link)
"I've quite won him away, I think." Daphne agreed, her brow creased with concern. "Even if he did not understand, I would have razed the Manor down to get to you."

She was somehow positive they were about to repeat the incident in her shop, when she accused her Beau of lying. Resigned to it, no matter how it wiggled under her skin, Daphne nodded. There were things about his life he could not share with her. Daphne had to accept that or extract herself from him.

"I've eaten. You go ahead."

Fidgeting with her hands for a moment, Daphne scanned the room. Nothing was amiss, aside from his clothing on the floor. In a swish of robes, Daphne got her nervous energy out by moving around, gathering up the dirty laundry.

"I had to go to France," Daphne rambled while she moved. "Anne and I reached an agreement. You would not recognize her now. I nearly did not. All is well, though." She scooped the laundry into a clothes bin and then set about making the bed. Daphne was never one for housework, but if she didn't move around she'd get angry and the last thing Marcus needed was her pride upsetting him.

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-02-12 06:33 pm UTC (link)
"I have no doubt of that, Duck," Marcus replied with a strained smile. His head throbbed and every bit of his body seemed to ache.

"I'm sure there's plenty in case you want a nibble," he told her, going over to the table and lifting up the silver serving dome. Underneath was soup, salad and sandwiches, along with hot tea and cold milk. Marcus sighed, not really hungry but knowing he had to eat.

He sat and began to ladle up some soup in a spoon when he saw Daphne begin to pick over the mess in his bedroom, moving about as if she was a bee in a bonnett. Marcus stopped and watched her - listening while she rambled about Anne.

"That's very good news, luv," he murmured. When she started to remake the bed, Marcus sighed.

"Daphne. You are not a house-elf. Could you please sit by me so we can talk? You're making me edgy with all this bouncing about."

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-12 07:11 pm UTC (link)
Filled to bursting with nervous energy, Daphne turned from the bed with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, Beau." She touched her chest with one hand. "I've been so worked up and worried, all that energy is just bubbling around inside me. I'll settle in a moment, I promise."

Indicating to the soup, she fixed Marcus with her sternest glare. "Eat now, monsieur, or I will have to force you. Do you need potions or anything?"

Once she finished with the bed, Daphne came back to Marcus. She sat beside him at the table, her hands still shaking a little as it really sank in. Her Beau was all right, if rough and weary. Physically fine, mentally...that remained to be seen.

"All right, I'm settled." Daphne announced, reaching over him to snag a cherry tomato from a salad before popping it into her mouth.

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