forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Lmao, i want to smack the lumps out of John )

"Mm–mersee. Merci," he laughed at his own sad attempts of speaking. What a stark contrast from the sad man that hobbled in earlier.

She smirked. "De rien, Monsieur…"

"You're.." He slurred, pushing his hair behind his ear with an unsteady hand.

She finished the action for him. His hair was soft in between her fingers. "Je suis quoi, monsieur?"

The drunken Major's eyes fluttered. "Too– too kind.." He managed in a soft mumble.

She slowly leaned closer. "Thank you, monsieur…"

He opened his eyes just enough to see her. At this point, his head was so clouded he couldn't even remember his wife's maiden name, couldn't remember his address or what her smile looked like. He was too intent on what was happening now.

Over the counter, the woman who's name he didn't even know yet kissed him.

John's foggy eyes sank shut, as the woman took what was Jane's. Too drunk to reason, too tired, too stubborn to listen, he pressed back– finding only now his starvation for affection and a gentle touch.

She cupped his face with her hands and rubbed her thumbs in soothing circled over his cheeks, all while deepening the traitorous kiss.

Nevermind the fact of the other men in the bar. All John could think now, was just more.

( unheard screaming )

(All I'm thinking of it Jane's reaction…)

She strained against the bar to get to him. She could taste the drunkenness of his lips, the way it tasted bridged their mouths together. She wanted him closer so she coaxed him nearer with her touch.

😞 )

John scrambled for her too, til a drunk patron of the bar called at them, "Aye, get a room, filthy bastard!"

She broke the kiss ever so slightly that she could talk, but their lips still touched. "What do you say, Monsieur? Shall we concede to the man's request?"

Fun fact! Almost all taverns back then were also inns, considering men usually just passed out there and had no way of getting home )

He kept his eyes shut, and replied with a weak mhm.

(I did know that!)

She smirked. "Follow me," she purred, coming around the bar and leading him to an empty room that held only a bed. "Monsieur," she mumbled against his lips, "I am yours."

Ouah!)
I'm so. BDKSKDLKD. I. AAAAAA
bUT JaNE?!? JoHN YOU DUMBELL ? )

So.. John responded with what came naturally.

( s k i p ple a s e jo h n wh y )

(… skip to the morning?)

She was asleep still when he woke up. Her body was entwined with his, and their lips were stained.

Ye..)

John's face sat nestled in his pillow. At least he was finally getting some sleep– albeit those bags under his eyes still made his eyes look sunken. And at least his cravat would cover the assortment of bruises she left.
John, upon opening his eyes, only saw the back of her head– dark hair and an exposed shoulder, and a foreign bedroom. For a moment he believed it was Jane, and this hiatus of logic was so blissful, he reached out to stroke the side of her head as tenderly as a husband would. Until he realized, there was no fathomable way this was his wife at all.

She hummed slowly and rolled over to face him. "Good morning, Monsieur," she purred softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him lightly. "Did you sleep alright?"

John was absolutely silent. He didn't know who this was, he didn't remember anything, or what they had done. But it wasn't hard to narrow it down. His blank look shifted quickly into one of horror and dismay.

(I'm legit shaking rn….)

She didn't seem to notice – she just kept kissing him softly. On his lips, around his lips…

John pushed her away with a hand against her collar. "Who the hell are you?"

She gasped. "Monsieur?!"

He sat up, his face flushing blotchy with emotion. John looked lost and terribly confused, and frightened, like a lost kid.