forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Shame burned through George like a wildfire, merciless and unyielding. He made no response, only left the room and pulled his bedroom door shut behind him.

"George!" Bailey exhaled on the other side of the door. "George, please." Bailey huffed, tried to contain his fragile patience threshold. "Come on. I'm not– I'm not angry,"

“You should be,” came George’s voice from the inside of the room. “Why aren’t you?”

"I don't know, so will you come back out so we can talk about it?" Bailey spoke a little more comfortingly.

The thought of walking outside the safety of his bedroom and confronting Bailey absolutely terrified George. He stood and opened the door anyways, not daring to meet the other man’s eyes. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Bailey lifted a hand, and tilted George's face up so he could make somewhat of eye contact. "There's no shame in it."

“Of course there is,” he answered quietly, his voice cracking.

"Not if anyone else knows," Bailey lowered his hand.

George didn’t speak for a few moments. “You probably don’t want to live here anymore,” he said finally, avoiding Bailey’s statement.

That made his nose twitch. "Be a man for God's sake, George," Bailey spoke harshly, "If you shut yourself in your head, you're going to rot, just like I did! I find it a massive disservice to me if– if–" his face was reddening, "If you refuse to give yourself support."

George flinched back, unsure of what Bailey was trying to say. “How— How so?”

"You deserve more than you're giving yourself.." He murmured quieter.

George took a deep breath in. “I’m just— I’m just trying to get rid of these feelings.”

"Why? The more you try and get rid of it, the worse it will get."

“I can’t exactly act on them, goddammit. What am I supposed to do?!”

"Why can't you act?" Bailey spoke almost out of frustration, "What's stopping you?"

“I’m enough of an abomination already. And either way— the man I have feelings for wouldn’t want it.” George’s gut twisted, nausea flooding his body.

He sighed slowly. "I see." He mumbled. Bailey clenched his fists, and retreated to his room.

George slipped back to his bedroom and closed the door with shaking hands. What have I done?

After some moments, George heard Bailey leave the home.

George’s face went slack.
No.
He’d expected this kind of reaction, but foolishly, had still clung to the small hope that Bailey would want to stay.

Was it worth it to chase after him? Make a last effort?

Bailey…

Before he had fully grasped the notion of what he was doing, George had left his room and ran out of the house— after Bailey.

He'd caught him just as he was mounting his horse, clad in a heavy grey coat of his. Bailey turned his head to the sound of crunching snow.

“Bailey!” George came to a stop beside the horse, acting purely on instinct. “Don’t— don’t go.”