forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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He rubbed his eyes. His voice croaked back, "they intercepted a letter and managed to decode it,"

"Do we have any new ideas to code the messages, if they can now decode them?" Peter asked.

"A few," he sighed in a drawn out, exhausted breath. Peter could tell all of this was burning him out– and how much he missed his wife.

"John, it's been a few months(I'm assuming…?). Go home and see her." He lowered his voice. "Kick Simcoe's ass while you're on it."

"I cant," he digressed, moisture rimming his eyes. "Clinton won't let me, not when I'm so crucial…"

April’s heart swelled with relief. “I love you too…” she murmured, “And always will. I hope you know that.”

His nose began to run– the only way his tears could go was down his nasal cavity.

April reached into her bag and pulled out a handkerchief. Gently, she turned Cruz’s face towards her and dabbed beneath his nose.

Peter pressed his lips together, not sure what else he could say. "We could replace Shayes," he said slowly.

April’s heart swelled with relief. “I love you too…” she murmured, “And always will. I hope you know that.”

His nose began to run– the only way his tears could go was down his nasal cavity.

April reached into her bag and pulled out a handkerchief. Gently, she turned Cruz’s face towards her and dabbed beneath his nose.

His notched, sunken eyelids twitched, and his lips trembled.

Peter pressed his lips together, not sure what else he could say. "We could replace Shayes," he said slowly.

That looked like a painful slap across John's soul.

He winced. "With a willing man." His words danced around his point.

"It…" John struggled, his jaw tensing. There was alot passing over his eyes, and it was a lot to process.

"I'd be willing."

He looked up. "What?"

Peter sighed. "Elizabeth and I have been talking about it recently, and I think I would be willing to be a spy."

His face returned to the darkness of his hands, to.. Let this sink in. He lifted his face after some time, lips pursed into a thin line. "Did you not hear what happened to Shayes?"

He licked his lips. "I've talked with Elizabeth about it…"

"And she's fine with that?" The man stood. His eyes looked sunken, exhausted, sleepless. His hands shook with faint cramps from dehydration and stress. "She's fine with the possibility of everything she ever loved being murdered?"

"John, we're both willing to take the risk."

"I can't… I cant let you," he croaked. "I can't do that to your wife.."

"Elizabeth's willing. We're both willing," he said urgently.

He pushed a thumb to wipe his eye. "I need a drink first…"

"John, you know what happens to married men who drink too much…" Peter murmured, leaving the crime unsaid.

"And you don't know what happens to spies with families," John muttered.

(Very Grumpy Boi)

"Spies who get caught," he replied evenly.

John left the tent with a deep huff– off to get a drink, give some time to himself.