forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"George?" Bailey whispered, words stirred the hair on the back of the man's head.

The tiny sound sent George’s eyes flying open, his breathing eratic as he tried to push himself up. He felt arms around him and panicked, jerking away, but when he turned to see who was there and saw none other than Bailey, he began to calm.

Bailey peered up at him, finding his breath had stalled. "…Are you okay..?" He whispered.

It took a moment for him to realize what had happened. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Did I—Did I cry out and wake you?”

"No," he replied softly. "I couldn't sleep and came in here,"

George nodded slowly, relaxing against the headboard behind him. “I’m sorry for.. what just happened.”

"Nn, shhh. It's fine." He enveloped George back into his arms.

George buried his face in Bailey’s shoulder. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” he murmured into the fabric of his nightshirt.

"Nightmares," he answered simply. He held George tighter to his chest.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, sinking deeper into the embrace. “Do you want me to bring you some water?”

"I want you to stay here with me," he murmured, George could hear the vulnerability in his quiet voice.

“Gladly.” Soaking up the other’s warmth, he let his eyes drift shut.

Bailey buried his nose into George's hair, breathing softly.

“Bailey?” he asked softly, cracking one eye open again.

"Mm…?" He breathed in response.

“Do you want to…. give this a go? Us, I mean?” He voiced the question meekly, as if he was afraid of the answer.

"Yes." He answered softly.

His posture relaxed, shoulders sagging with relief. “I—I’m glad.”

Bailey sighed deeply, and closed his eyes to sleep

George allowed himself to drift off once more, echoing Bailey’s contented sigh.

When George woke, Bailey's arms were still wrapped around him, but George had been pulled on top of Bailry when the man rolled on to his back in the night, using George as a blanket now.

George blinked away a sleepy haze, yawning softly. It took him a moment to realize where exactly he was, but once it had struck him in the face, his flusterdness had cut straight through the morning fog.

Bailey slept strangely, his head tilted back to what looked very uncomfortable. His hair draped up the slopes of his pillow.

After staying perfectly still for approximately thirty seconds while his cheeks became flooded with heat and colour, George finally dared to move, carefully removing Bailey’s arms from around him.

They slid easily off him– luckily dead asleep.