forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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George woke later than usual, pulled from a deep slumber by the rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps in his curtains.

"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.

"Undoubtedly.." he purred.

She grinned. "Must you go…?"

"I must," John replied with a spice of theatrical drama.

"Mon amour… don't leave me," she replied, equally dramatic.

George could hear his guest snorting just across the hall.

John lauhed softly, "Oh, I must."

George could hear his guest snorting just across the hall.

Rubbing his eyes, he pushed himself up and into a sitting position, nausea turning his stomach. George drew his knees up to his chin, guilt washing over him. He had only ever had a dream like the one from last night once— and God, did it make him want to hurt himself, punch the wall, anything to vent his emotions.

John lauhed softly, "Oh, I must."

She looked deep into his eyes. "There's nothing I can do that will convince you to stay?"

George could hear his guest snorting just across the hall.

Rubbing his eyes, he pushed himself up and into a sitting position, nausea turning his stomach. George drew his knees up to his chin, guilt washing over him. He had only ever had a dream like the one from last night once— and God, did it make him want to hurt himself, punch the wall, anything to vent his emotions.

At some point, George heard Bailey's snores soften into silence, and then a deep, drawn-out yawn.

John lauhed softly, "Oh, I must."

She looked deep into his eyes. "There's nothing I can do that will convince you to stay?"

"I'll be right back," he replied, and finally parted to feed the cat.

John lauhed softly, "Oh, I must."

She looked deep into his eyes. "There's nothing I can do that will convince you to stay?"

"I'll be right back," he replied, and finally parted to feed the cat.

She fake pouted and waited for him to return.

George inhaled shakily, dreading the moment he laid eyes on the man. He didn’t deserve to live under the same roof as someone like the brave ex-soldier when his thoughts were this monstrous, this sinful. He hadn’t dreamt about another man for years…. why now?

Bailey squinted his eyes open; a band of bright light shone directly onto his eyes through the curtain. He groaned softly, abd sat up to rub his aching blue eyes.

John lauhed softly, "Oh, I must."

She looked deep into his eyes. "There's nothing I can do that will convince you to stay?"

"I'll be right back," he replied, and finally parted to feed the cat.

She fake pouted and waited for him to return.

Her husband only took a minute or so, before reappearing in the doorway.

What had either of them done to deserve this? On Christmas? George didn’t realize he was crying until a tear ran over his lips.

Bailey fixed his nightshirt sleeves and left his room in a sleepy shuffle.

He hurriedly wiped his wet cheeks— but it was too late, the door to his room was already being opened.

Bailey squinted at George through a sleepy haze, blond hair piled in an absolute mess on his head. "Merry Christmas,"

George immediately tore his eyes away from Bailey’s face, rubbing at his red-rimmed eyes. “Merry Christmas, Bailey.”

He lifted his chin a little. Noticed his reddened eyes. "Are you.. Getting sick?"

No, I’m the disease. George swallowed. “I’m fine. Allergies. How did you sleep?”

"Very well," the soldier replied, leaning against the doorway.

“I’m glad,” he said quietly, getting out of bed. “Let’s have breakfast.”

Bailey pushed hair off his ears. "Can I do amything for your cold?"

“It’s fine, Bailey, but thank you.” George forced himself to relax, to smile. He wasn’t going to ruin this Christmas for Bailey. “What do you want to eat?”

"I'm not sure," he replied. "Anything's good nuff for me."