forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Jane's eyes narrowed. "I'm sure he, if indeed it is a boy, shall be as brave a man as John no matter what he chooses to do," she defended.

John laughed tightly, and changed the subject, "Clinton, I heard rumors regarding positions," he suggested excitedly.

Henry Clinton's eyes lit up, "Yes! Your promotion, good John! To ah, head of intelligence!"

The blood drained from John's face—that was such a high position. Nearly better than an aide-de-camp. And every captain would report directly to him. "Me?"

Disgust twitched on the edges of Simcoe's lips.

Jane was practically glowing with pride.

"Sir, I don't know what to say," John laughed, "It's.. It's an honor, sir–"

"You know deserve every benefit that comes with it." Clinton chuckled. "A fine soldier, you. And Peter," he addressed, sipping some alcohol, "I'm promoting you to lieutenant,"

Peter was taking a sip of his drink when the General addressed him. He nearly spit out the liquid. Quickly, he swallowed it and spoke up. "Thank you, sir! I won't disappoint you!"

Jane caressed John's hand in her own and smiled encouragingly at him.

"Mhm. Deserving positions for deserving men." Clinton spoke fondly of the boys.

John returned with a loving expression.

"Was this an afterthought, sir?" The foreboding Captain at the table asked. His voice was calm enough that the older man didn't catch on to the fury behind it. Sociopathical.

Jane was able to see through the tone to his words. "Captain Simcoe, I beg your pardon, but are you threatening my husband?" She tensed anxiously. She'd known men like him. Plenty of men like him.

"Why would I do something so cruel?" Simcoe answered smoothly, with an offset smile.

John and Clinton were quiet.

Jane pressed her lips together. "That's what I would like to find out. Do you mind enlightening us, sir?"

Simcoe sipped his drink with practiced coolness. John gave his wife an anxious look– what was she doing? If she overstepped, it could cause him this promotion.

"I feel your pregnancy is testing your logic," the Captain spoke.

Jane squeezed John's hand. Visibly, she was mildly worried and upset, but something was boiling beneath the surface. Something she hadn't bothered to acknowledge in years, especially now that she was married. After a moment, she looked away from him. "My apologies, Captain."

"Accepted," the Captain replied flatly.

"Shall I get the dessert?" she suggested meekly.

"Yes, please." Her husband spoke. She could hear his confusion and inner frustration towards her actions, but he could let it simmer to nothing.

She quickly nodded and stood to leave. Once she was in the kitchen, she cupped her hands over her mouth and calmed her breathing. "Don't ruin this for John," she whispered quietly to herself.

She could hear the men bringing the conversation back to life. John still sounded tense.

After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.

Lionel accepted the satchel, giving a small smile. “Alright.”

"Ready to feed the lambs?" Marius asked with a smile.

He nodded, mirroring Marius’s smile.

After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.

"No thanks." Her husband breathed.

"I'd like some wine." The Captain spoke. He made uncomfortable, strong eye cintaxt with her. It made her feel cold and vulnerable. "Red wine, please."

Lionel accepted the satchel, giving a small smile. “Alright.”

"Ready to feed the lambs?" Marius asked with a smile.

He nodded, mirroring Marius’s smile.

He took rosemary in his palm, and knelt down. He was practically swallowed by the mass of white soft wool.

Lionel watched with mounting curiosity, an almost childlike fascination alight in his eyes.

Marius erupted into boyish laughter, expression lit with absolute joy. He really did love these sheep.

“Awe..” he murmured softly, under his breath.

He sat up through the flock of sheep, "Your turn!"

After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.

"No thanks." Her husband breathed.

"I'd like some wine." The Captain spoke. He made uncomfortable, strong eye cintaxt with her. It made her feel cold and vulnerable. "Red wine, please."

"Yes, sir," she whispered. A shiver crawled down her spine and she headed back to the kitchen for a new bottle of red wine, as they had finished the one on the table.