forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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The frail voice politely declined, sentences chopped up by a hacking cough.

Louis bit his lip and said nothing.

Marius frowned lightly. "Well, let me get you your drink."

Louis gave a shrug in response, glancing around the quaint kitchen.

Marius began to whistle as he filled a glass for Louis.

Louis leaned back against the table behind him, smiling faintly.

He turned around to hand over the lukewarm glass of water, "What's it like?" He asked, "Being a blacksmith?"

Louis gladly took the glass, his fingertips brushing those of Marius.
"Hard work, but so is farming, I imagine. Sweaty. Hot. Takes patience."

"I've always wanted to learn blacksmithing. To be able to make my own tools," Marius rubbed his arm, scratching at his elbow, "It's a handy skill,"

"It is," Louis agreed, scratching absentmindedly at his elbow.

"Are you open for apprintices?" Marius asked with a tinge of anticipation.

With the beautiful farmer? Yes.
Louis squashed the thought before it had time to fully surface. "Well, I never had it considered before," he said, his word order off, "But yes, I suppose."

Marius's golden eyes lit up, "Thank you very much, sir,"

Louis, mildly perplexed, gave a slight nod. "Erm, you're welcome."

He dipped his head a little. "You're from France, I take it?"

"Ah, yes," Louis replied. "Long time ago. And you?"

"Born right here," he smiled.

Louis cracked a small smile. "You like it right here?"

"It's homey,' he replied, "It's familiar," Marius spoke fondly of his quaint home.

"And le ciel, ah, how you say…………. the sky, is beautiful." His smile brightened.

"Here?" He replied with a gentler smile. "Well, I suppose so. There's no lights. You can see space as clear as crystal,"

"The stars, yes." Louis reached back and ran a hand through his shoulder-length, dark hair.

(oh I forgot to say, Marius knows that he's bi and has given up on hating himself for it, but still keeps it a secret)

"Mm. Do you enjoy.. Stargazing..?" He asked quietly.

(Okedoke)

Louis gave himself a strict mental talking to in French, before replying to the question directed at him. "Yes, do you?"

"Extremely," he replied with a tint of enthusiasm, that made his eyes glitter.

"Must be nice, then, living on a farm. You can see the stars better over an open field, non?" Louis tilted his head, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear.