forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"If you insist." John chuckled softly, and wrapped her in a hug.

She smiled and snuggled against his chest.

"You need to eat," he laughed, "Stop getting distracted," he teased.

Pierre snorted loudly, amusement flickering across his features. "Whatever you say, Geoffrey."

"Seriously, it does wonders!" He chuckled, "And men like us–? The women know we are only the best of lovers, what, with all of our muscle and raw masculinity," he smirked. Edonine went red, and left the room.

Pierre burst out laughing, casting Edonine a mischievous look before she slipped away. “Geoffrey!”

"Just saying!" He laughed, holding an arm around his middle, "You're like… Like shillings on a fishook," he smirked.

“Hilarious,” Pierre said with a dry chuckle.

He laid down, "Mm.. i can't wait to see my wife.."

(Are we going to rp her coming over?)

Pierre patted his friend’s shoulder. “She’ll be over soon.”

If you want to)

"Mm.." He nodded, and his eyes drifted shut to sleep.

(Sure
Who’s playing her?)
(Should we skip?)

I suggest you, but its cool if you dont)
Want to go back to Gailey?)

(Sounds good
Yesyesyes let’s)

Could you start? Plis n tanks!)

Sure, how far are we skipping?)

Couple weeks into January?)

Kk)

George had nodded off in his armchair, an open book in his lap. His lips had parted to let out soft puffs of breath, his chestnut locks ruffled and falling in front of his closed eyes.

Bailey bent a thumb, coming up behind George's chair, and brushed his hair off his eyes. As much as George confused Bailey, he was quite.. Quite… Likeable–was that the word?–When he was sleeping so soundly.

George’s eyelids fluttered open, a sleepy yawn slipping through his lips. “Bailey…?”

"Hm… Welvome back to the waking world," Bailey spoke softly.

He craned his head to look at the other man, rubbing sleepily at his eyes.

Bailey looked back down, blond hair fallen around his face.

“How long was I asleep?” he murmured, still immersed in a dazed fog.

"A few hours," He answered– sounding quite.. Gentle. Not particularly sweet, but, softer.

George smiled softly, catching sight of Bailey’s hand, which was still hovering in midair. “How’re you?”

"Bored, mostly," he murmured, and rest his hand by George's head.