forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Confusion crossed Bailey's face. "..Are you ok?"

George lowered his head again. “Just a bit tired.”

"Get some rest," he consoled, "I'll wake you when I'm done with the plaster,"

George could only clear his throat and nod, waves of guilt wearing him down.

"Am I distracting?" she asked innocently.

"Very." He teased.

"Is that a good thing?"

George could only clear his throat and nod, waves of guilt wearing him down.

Bailey left his side to pad towards the kitchen doorway.

"Am I distracting?" she asked innocently.

"Very." He teased.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Sometimes," he smirked.

George wiped his hands down his face, wondering what on earth he was going to do.

Going to a charity thingie dunno how long itll last )

Well, what could George lose? Bailey wasn't the coldfaced and brutal commander before, he would forgive George if he misstepped.

Have fun!)

You cannot sin, he told himself harshly. You cannot force this on Bailey.

"Do you have plaster powder?" Bailey asked.

“In the cupboard by the hall,” he called back.

"Thank you," he called back.

The minutes seemed to drag on, George’s weariness heavy on his shoulders. But he slapped himself every time he began to drift off, afraid of the dreams sleep might bring.

He still remembered the first dream, how right and wrong it had felt all at the same time. He remembered how he’d cupped Bailey’s cheeks in both hands, how the other man had smiled and leaned forward…

He began whistling in the other room, patching up the crack on the wall.

Yea)

It was only an hour later that George, who had been overtaken by exhaustion, awoke, blinking dazedly at his surroundings.

Bailey came by and set down a fresh cup of tea for George.

George rubbed his eyes and blinked up at Bailey. "Sorry…" he mumbled, coming slowly to his wits. "I didn't mean to fall asleep.."

"No, don't. It's good for you. Good for melancholy," he replied concernedly.

"Melancholy— oh. Yeah. Thank you." George quieted and reached for the teacup, warming his cold hands on its exterior.

"Good to sleep it off.." Bailey sighed, pursing his lips with worry.

George nodded, staring down at his tea without raising it to his lips. What would he say if Bailey asked why he was so melancholy? He couldn't exactly tell the truth…

Bailey sighed through his nose yet again. And coincedentally, "George… What's ailing you?"

George closed his eyes, dread filling him from head to toe. "I'm just…. trying to sort something out with myself.." he whispered, trying to be as vague as possible.