A/N: Drabble. Marguerite/Percy. Written in eight minutes. (I like drabbles. Make them mildly creepy or don't mention names and they're good because they're short. Or at least good for my standards.)
Scarlet
She stares out the window, fiddling with a letter opener. The clock chimes one, and he hasn't returned, and he's already three days late. Her hands shake, and she has bags under her glassy eyes and probably has a fever, but she doesn't know.
She sits down on the window seat, still holding the letter opener. Wetness trickles down her fingers.
Scarlet wetness drips onto the window seat. A gash on her hand spills blood as red as her hair.
Hands remove the letter opener from hers, large, slender white hands that she knows very well.
He holds her small hands in one of his, blood dripping into his cream traveling suit.
His lips touch hers and everything is all right.