forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Like Spanish Ladies?" He smirked. "My wife loved that song."

A flicker of sadness passed under his expression, sympathy. He smiled, though. “Yes. Sing to me again.”

"That was just the first chorus," he spoke, and continued:
"We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roam all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues,"

George let out a soft laugh. “You have a beautiful voice.”

"If you say so," Bailey smiled flatteredly.

“What’s your favourite song?” he inquired, shoulders relaxing.

"Never really had one," he replied.

George nodded in understanding. “Do you like Amazing Grace?”

"It's okay." He replied. "–In all honesty, I've never been very religious,"

He nodded, still smiling. “I used to sing it at home, when my father was.. away.”

"Yeah?" He breathed out a cloud of fog.

“Yeah. My mother didn’t mind the singing… when she was home.” He exhaled slowly.

"Ah.." He murmured back.

“What were your parents like?” he asked carefully, slowly.

"Forgettable." He laughed. "They couldn't handle me. I was wild, ruthless, reckless.. Crazy teenager. They were such quiet people, they didn't know how to contain me,"

George’s laugh echoed Bailey’s. “You? An unruly teenager?”

"I've changed a lot over the years," he laughed. "Nearly losing my life has.. Tamed me, i think."

Before he could stop to think, George had slipped the fingers of one hand through Bailey’s golden hair. “I can tell… do you like it better, this way?”

"Mm, mhm." He became quiet and relaxed when George delved his fingers against his scalp.

George swallowed thickly, trailing his fingers down to Bailey’s neck. “Ask me a question. Anything.”

He tilted his head back– made his hat fall off onto George. "Why'd you take me in?"

George placed the hat in his lap.
“Because you looked… broken. My brother used to be that broken… I couldn’t just sit by and let you go.”

"Mmm." He acknowledged. His hair sat gathered in a ribbon, not loose and wavy and free like normal.

George’s nimble fingers tugged at the ribbon, trying to loosen it.

"What're you doing?" Bailey laughed quietly. Their horse turned its head to give them a confused look.