forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Bailey sat back down, hands on his knees.

George angled his body towards him, trying to think of something to say.

"What time is it?" He murmured.

“Almost nine,” he replied, running a hand through his hair.

"Is it too late for a snack?" He asked.

“It’s never too late for a snack. What would you like?”

"Are there cherries left?" The soldier asked, "And do you have a ribbon I can tie my hair up with? It keeps poking my eyes,"

“I’ll get you both,” George offered, rising. “Stay here.”

He nodded a little, and rest his chin on the meat of his palm.

He slipped away, first to the kitchen, where he poured a mound of the red fruit into a small bowl, then quickly to his room to fetch a ribbon. When he returned, he handed the cherries to Bailey but kept hold of the ribbon. “Let me help you with your hair?”

He set the bowl on his lap, "That'd be nice," he accepted the offer.

George came around the back of the couch. His hands hovered in the air for a moment, hesitation crossing his face, before he carefully began to brush Bailey’s hair back into a ponytail.

He shut his eyes, finding the fingers on his scalp very soothing.

He took his time, unsure why his heart seemed to be thundering so loudly. His movements careful, he pushed the last of the hair back and tied it up, but his fingers trailed over Bailey’s scalp a few moments longer.

"You're slow," Bailey spoke, just a light teasing comment.

Why was he blushing? Why was a warmth spreading through his chest? George cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his hands away. He sat back down next to Bailey, confusion lining his expression. “Sorry.”

Bailey peered over at him, "Good scalp massage." He smiled good naturedly.

If George had been holding onto anything other than his dignity, he definitely would have dropped it in shock and embarrassment. “O-Oh. Uh. You’re welcome?”

Bailey just nodded, nothing more. He offered him a cherry.

George took it, his fingers brushing against Bailey's.

"What month do the cherry trees start to flower?" Bailey asked George.

"Around March or April," he replied, popping the fruit into his mouth.

"I'd like to learn how to farm," Bailey spoke. "I can hunt, so I've got that down," he smiled. "Do you?"

The rare smile kindled a tiny flame in his breast. "I can farm, but not hunt."

"I can teach you. It's a life saving skill," Bailey spoke, "And we don't have to wait for summertime,"