forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Brave and talented," she mused.

He laughed flatteredly, a rosy blush resting on his cheeks. "It's only because I was born into a wealthy family,"

"My father owns this place," she said, motioning to the building.

"Ah," John stood up with a soft grunt. He lifted his arms to stretch.

Mirelle admired him while he wasn't looking. Stop it! You can't have sex with a married man! She hated it, but a little voice inside of her whispered, You already did!

He let his arms down, looking towards the painting over the mantle as he thought. Well, the little devil spoke in Murielle's head, there were alternatives to that.
"Thank you for dinner," John spoke.

"You're welcome," she said, trying to ignore the thoughts.

"I'll letter you when I can. Just to make sure you're okay," John spoke. He just couldn't leave a lady in the dust. Even if she had taken advantage of him– but she didn't know. He couldn't blame her for it. It was just an.. just a simple accident and nothing more.

"Alright, that sounds fine," she said with a polite smile.

He dipped his head, and meandered to the door. He gave her one more wish for a good evening, and left.

Skip?)

Sure!)

Chadine sat at Jane's bedside. Jane had come down with the cold, and Chadine was loyally attending to her every need. Simcoe would come by very frequently in the doorway to stare. Chadine did her best to ignore him.

(Like that. Okay!)

Jane coughed. "Chadine, please rest," she murmured.

"No," was all she replied with. Fitting… John knew how stubborn Jane could be. He was smart to send an equally stubborn woman to care for Jane. "I won't leave until you get some rest, Jane,"

"Chadine, please," Jane repeated. "Get some sleep."

"Yes, Chadine." Simcoe spoke from the hallway. "Let me take care of her, for a little while."

Chadine gave Jane a bit of a glare for giving Simcoe the idea.

She coughed. "I promise to sleep if you promise as well."

"thank you," Bailey smiled

George shrugged, clearly a little embarrassed.

"Fair enough. We're fine, Simcoe." Chadine spoke curtly to the soldier. He harrumphed in acquiescence.

"Go. Please," Jane urged. "Don't fuss over me."

Chadine stood up, "Ms. Jane, I hate to be like this, but you're being absolutely insufferable," she kept her voice quiet. "If you keep on like this, you're gonna hurt yourself and the baby. Or Simcoe will,"

She shivered slightly at the thought and gently caressed her stomach. "I understand. But I don't want you to get sick either. Now rest."

Her jaw tightened, and she left the room with a body tense in stifled frustration.