forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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She shut the door behind him and walked off to fix him something warm to eat.

George withdrew an audible noise of surprise from Bailey, a small startled grunt.

George moves hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid, but placed his lips atop Bailey’s nonetheless.

Bailey tried to speak.

George pulled back, afraid he’d done something wrong.

John emerged some time later in fresh clothes. The only sign of his standing in the rain was his wet hair.

John emerged some time later in fresh clothes. The only sign of his standing in the rain was his wet hair.

Mirelle looked up when he came out. She smiled softly. "You look nice."

"Thank you," he smiled gently.

"I meant what I said before. About your wife, I mean. She's very lucky to have you."

He laughed a little. "Thank you, Murielle,"

"So when did you get married?" she asked curiously.

George withdrew an audible noise of surprise from Bailey, a small startled grunt.

George moves hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid, but placed his lips atop Bailey’s nonetheless.

Bailey tried to speak.

George pulled back, afraid he’d done something wrong.

"So when did you get married?" she asked curiously.

"Almost half a year ago," John replied, looking sideways.

George withdrew an audible noise of surprise from Bailey, a small startled grunt.

George moves hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid, but placed his lips atop Bailey’s nonetheless.

Bailey tried to speak.

George pulled back, afraid he’d done something wrong.

"I'm—" he laughed breathily, "Hungry for breakfast."

"So when did you get married?" she asked curiously.

"Almost half a year ago," John replied, looking sideways.

"Oh," she said, heat rising on her cheeks.

"What?" John smiled slowly.

"Nothing," she whispered, looking away from him quickly. "I was just curious…"

He tilted his head a little, "Fair enough.."

"Would you like some (food from the era because I'm too lazy to look, sorry)?" she asked.

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

George pulled away, abashed. “I’ll—I’ll go make breakfast.”

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

She smiled and gave him some.

George pulled away, abashed. “I’ll—I’ll go make breakfast.”

Bailey nodded slowly, with a delirious smile. "Thank you.."

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

She smiled and gave him some.

He took the food and sat down, brushing wet hair from his comely face.

George pulled away, abashed. “I’ll—I’ll go make breakfast.”

Bailey nodded slowly, with a delirious smile. "Thank you.."

He almost stumbled getting out of bed. Heart hammering, he made his way unsteadily to the kitchen, head still spinning.

Bailey rolled onto his side.

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom carrying a food-covered tray.

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

She smiled and gave him some.

He took the food and sat down, brushing wet hair from his comely face.

"Would you like anything to drink?" she offered.