forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Marius's lips were tight. He'd done this many times before, but the pain of it never lessened. "Yessir. Ten shillings, please.."

Louis couldn't help but feel bad for the other man, who couldn't have been much younger than him. He handed over the money, leaning back against the fence. "What's your name?"

"Marius," he breathed out, curling two lambs under both arms. His eye contact was weak, darted to and fro.

Louis held out his arms to receive what he'd bought, though he had to admit that his heart squeezed at the sight of them. "Marius. I'm Louis, I live a few neighbourhoods over. How old are you?"

John pulled his wife close for a brief kiss.

She savored the taste of his lips.

Louis held out his arms to receive what he'd bought, though he had to admit that his heart squeezed at the sight of them. "Marius. I'm Louis, I live a few neighbourhoods over. How old are you?"

"Twenty three," he rubbed his nose, finally making eye contact, albeit distasteful.

John pulled his wife close for a brief kiss.

She savored the taste of his lips.

"What've you got cooking?" He asked her with his candid smile.

Louis held out his arms to receive what he'd bought, though he had to admit that his heart squeezed at the sight of them. "Marius. I'm Louis, I live a few neighbourhoods over. How old are you?"

"Twenty three," he rubbed his nose, finally making eye contact, albeit distasteful.

Louis was admittedly surprised—they were the same age. He looked down at the lambs, and suddenly, he didn't want them any more.
"You know what, keep the lambs."

Marius looked up, looked confused and relieved. "You don't want them-?" He double-checked.

"Take them." Louis sighed and slipped his hands into his pockets.

Marius took his lambs back. He looked dumbfounded. "Do—do you want your money back?"

"Keep it," he told the other man, giving a one-shouldered shrug.

John pulled his wife close for a brief kiss.

She savored the taste of his lips.

"What've you got cooking?" He asked her with his candid smile.

"Your favorites," she replied softly.

"Mm, you didn't," he grinned, "You are the best, Jane." John kissed the top of her head.

"Keep it," he told the other man, giving a one-shouldered shrug.

"Thank you," he replied emphatically, setting down the lambs in the grass. "Can I get you anything? A drink of water?" The farmer offered.

It was almost impossible for Louis not to notice how nice the boy's eyes looked in the bright sunlight, and though he had long since come to terms with himself, he knew when not to mess around and be foolish. "Some water would be nice," he admitted, watching the lambs run unsteadily away.

oMG SONG FOR CRUZ:
Prospekt's March by Coldplay )

He beckoned him to come, turning away to walk through dehydrated grasses toward the two-story log cabin he called home.

(I will look it up!)

Louis followed, rolling up the sleeves of his sweat and soil-stained top to expose toned forearms.

Marius didn't see til Louis passed through the opened door. "Are you a farmer?" He asked– in his experience, nothing was more laborious.

Louis shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Non," he replied, not bothering to cover up his French accent, "Blacksmith."

"Ah," Marius replied very quietly. "It's left it's mark on you.."

Louis chuckled, glancing down at his broad chest and arms. "Thank you, I guess? You farm sheep, oui?"

"Yes," he replied, "And potatoes, sometimes. To make sure I always have something to eat,"

Louis opened his mouth to reply, when a weak, croaking voice sounded from the next room over. "Marius? Who's that?"
(weakened, elderly parents)

"Costumer," he replied, "Do you need anything, Ma? Water? A snack?"