(Yes! XD John or the woman?)
She retreated back inside and got a bottle for him. Slowly, she tied a string around the neck of the bottle and wrote her name on the tag. She hurried out and gave it to him. "I'm sorry for the trouble," she said quietly.
J o h n )
He took it with one hand, muttered a farewell, and left.
He completely forgot about his uniform.
Which meant… He'd be back.
The woman turned and rushed back into the tavern without another word. Quiet tears streamed down her cheeks.
(XD Can you have him just glance at the tag?)
Ye– planned on it too! On the same wavelength!)
John stepped outside, his index finger brushed the edge of the note. Peering down, he flicked it open to see.
♥️ Mirelle
(it's pronounced Me-ray)
He sighed through his nose, pulling off the note. Now… Keep it, or throw it out?
Hold onto this or do the right thing
John kept it.
(Won’t Pierre have gone back to camp by now?)
Pierre slipped on his boots and joined her outside, enclosing her hand in his.
Ouf, um, yeah prolLy my b a d )
"I missed this." She murmured.
(Oof it’s fine, lol)
“Mm,” he agreed, squeezing her hand,
She leaned her head against his arm.
“How have you been holding up?” Pierre asked, slipping an arm around her and tugging her close.
He sighed through his nose, pulling off the note. Now… Keep it, or throw it out?
Hold onto this or do the right thingJohn kept it.
(Should we keep going to Peter back at camp, or should we skip to Jane/Simcoe/Chadine?)
(Won’t Pierre have gone back to camp by now?)
Pierre slipped on his boots and joined her outside, enclosing her hand in his.
Ouf, um, yeah prolLy my b a d )
"I missed this." She murmured.
(Oof it’s fine, lol)
“Mm,” he agreed, squeezing her hand,
She leaned her head against his arm.
“How have you been holding up?” Pierre asked, slipping an arm around her and tugging her close.
"Pensive," she spoke. "About everything.. And.. Going back to war…"
He sighed through his nose, pulling off the note. Now… Keep it, or throw it out?
Hold onto this or do the right thingJohn kept it.
(Should we keep going to Peter back at camp, or should we skip to Jane/Simcoe/Chadine?)
JSC crew!)
He sighed through his nose, pulling off the note. Now… Keep it, or throw it out?
Hold onto this or do the right thingJohn kept it.
(Should we keep going to Peter back at camp, or should we skip to Jane/Simcoe/Chadine?)
JSC crew!)
(Okay!)
Jane was reading a book in the sitting room, completely entranced by the words.
Pierre let out his breath. “It’ll be alright.”
"After what happened to Cruz, I'm just…" She shook her head slowly.
He sighed through his nose, pulling off the note. Now… Keep it, or throw it out?
Hold onto this or do the right thingJohn kept it.
(Should we keep going to Peter back at camp, or should we skip to Jane/Simcoe/Chadine?)
JSC crew!)
(Okay!)
Jane was reading a book in the sitting room, completely entranced by the words.
A knock at the door plucked her from her trance.
Jane was reading a book in the sitting room, completely entranced by the words.
A knock at the door plucked her from her trance.
Jane sighed reluctantly and slipped a bookmark into her book as she stood and headed to the door. She took a deep breath to compose herself, then opened it.
A black woman stood there, hair dampened down under a bonnet and wearing a blue and white work dress, carrying her luggage. "Ma'am André?"
"I'm she. Can I help you with those?" Jane asked, ignoring the strong racial boundaries with her genuine kindness.
Chadine blinked, Oh, ma'am, you dun' have to, I got it just fine," she gently declined with a kind smile. Jane could see its forced nature, how she had learned to make it seem convincing to please her superiors.
Jane shook her head. "I'm sorry, with all due respect, I don't believe you," she said, slipping some of the heaviest looking bags from the girl's fingers. "Won't you come inside?"
"Yes'm." She exhaled, moving indoors, closing the door behind herself.
"You must be Chadine," Jane said cordially. "Welcome. Don't you want to take your jacket off?"
"Ah, yes'm, maam," she stammered, "I'm Chadine," the woman peeled off her cloak, hung it up in the foyer.
"Can I get you something warm to drink? Do you like tea?" Jane asked motioning towards the dining room that lead to the kitchen.
"Um," she laughed uneasily. "Ah… Tea, I suppose," clearly she wasn't used to being worried or cared for.
Jane smiled. "You can sit down in the dining room if you like, while I make the tea," she invited.