Marguerite Blakeney is clearly beyond scruples (blazeinhereyes) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-10-30 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | marguerite blakeney, percy blakeney |
Who: Marguerite and Percy Blakeney
What: Who knew that clothing could cause an issue?
When: 30 October 2012, evening
Where: Apartment ala Blakeney
Warnings: References to prostitution, innuendo.
Status: Thread | Complete
If anyone were to ask Marguerite how she worked so well with Percy, she would say it was simple. She didn't see an English nobleman when she looked at her husband, to her, he was just Percy. Things like titles and where they were born really had no bearing on their married life. A married life that she never thought she'd get to live, between secrecy and then supposed deaths. Secrecy that she thought she could have avoided had she not fallen in love and married a man in six weeks. But Marguerite had always lived without abandon, gave her all to what she felt and never held back. One life, that was all they had. Even here. And she didn't mind it, she didn't regret anything. But there were just times when the differences in how they grew up were so glaringly obvious and Marguerite didn't know exactly how to handle it.
This place was an adjustment for anyone, that was obvious. She was still adjusting and the lifestyle was far more similar to the one she and Armand had lived than others had lived. Like Percy. Not having an unlimited supply of money, relying on others, that was familiar to Marguerite. Theatre wasn't exactly helpful on the war front, but everyone needed an outlet and that was it for Marguerite. Performing. It cleared her mind and it wasn't as if she was going to be some damsel in distress if she could help it. She took the classes at the complex, she and Percy were heading up to camp in a little over a day. And that was the cause of tension right now.
Packing the necessities into one bag had not seemed to be such a big deal to Marguerite. The bag was of average size, they had everything they needed. There was no need to have an excess amount of clothing. Clothing that they didn't even have the means to have in the first place. And it shouldn't be an issue, so why was it?
It went deeper, though. How could it not? Percy really had only been so ridiculous after they had been married. Once he had started lying to her and his country to mask his identity. Lies which led to uncertainty and worry. She understood now, of course. That it was because he couldn't let anyone know who he truly was. Brave and standing up for what he believed was right. Even though he couldn't tell her, undoubtedly concerned she would betray him as she had betrayed St. Cyr as he didn't know the truth of her life. Not the part she had kept from even Armand. And by falling into that role, Marguerite again began to wonder and worry. Because this wasn't the life Percy was used to at all. They shouldn't need to be hiding anything from one another anymore. Their secrets were known, their marriage complete. But when all she knew was his ridiculousness as a mask, she worried.
Was this type of life so unbearable to him? Were the whispers and concerned advice and long held beliefs right where Marguerite had always turned them away? Believing that titles and money did not matter in the end when there was love?
Glaring in frustration because she shouldn't be this upset about Percy's ridiculous assertions on the bag issue, the actress picked up speed in her chopping of the vegetables for the salad she was making. Where was Armand to calm her fears, or Marie? Peter had his issues and probably wouldn't know just how to approach this situation to begin with, he didn't know her life as the two she missed did.
"Merde!"
The exclamation was made as the cucumber fell to the ground from the angry slicing, though she at least had managed not to slice her hand open in the process. This was absolutely ridiculous. Completely and utterly mad, really.