forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Bailey brought his fork back to his plate, smiling curlishly.

George buried his face in the other's shoulder to hide his embarrassment. "Sorry…"

"don't be." Bailey laughed, humored by George's skittishness.

George took hold of Bailey's free hand in both of his, pulling it into his lap. "Your hands are so warm…"

"Well," Bailey spoke, offering another bite, "A healthy lifestyle keeps you warm."

Again, George accepted, cheeks burning. "Must be why I'm blushing at the moment…"

"That's okay." Bailey chuckled softly. "I've never been much of an emotional person, I don't blush much."

"I can tell," he murmured, licking a few crumbs from his lower lip. "I'm making that my goal now. To bring a blush to your face."

A laugh fluttered out of him. "I'd like to see you try."

After a moment of hesitation, George removed the tray from Bailey's lap and took its place, leaning close enough to rub their noses together.

His eyes widened a smidge. His hands kind of hovered off to the side. So close, George could see the hazel central heterochromia of his eyes: outsides brown like the shade of a looking sandstorm, centers like the dark green leaves of grapevines. Blond eyelashes, too.

Slowly, George raised a hand to cup Bailey's cheek and tightened his legs around his waist—the boldest move he'd made besides their kiss.

"What're you doing?" Bailey whispered. His irises had gone almost thin as an eyelash, by how far his pupils had dilated.

George answered by brushing their lips together, feather-soft and tender. "This…"

He tightened his lips to a thin purse, for a moment. "You certainly– are taking a change for– more confidence–"

"Is that a bad thing?" On the inside, George was an absolute mess, barely refraining from hiding his face in his hands. The blush on his face was the only indication of how hard he was trying to keep it together, almost as if he was trying to impress the other.

"No, just taken me aback," Bailey kept his voice in a muted whisper.

"I can stop if you want me to," George hastened to reply, the first signs of anxiety flitting across his delicate features.

Well, Bailey could sense it. That George was uncomfortable– and he felt… Malicious, to an extent, that the man felt pressured to vulneralize himself for Bailey. "Please do, I can.. tell you're nervous," it felt strange.

"Only because it's been a while since I was last in a relationship…." he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek.

Bailey laughed quietly. "I didn't know you were in a previous engagement,"

"A while ago," he said evasively, a soft exhale parting his lips.

Bailey brushed George's chin with the bend of his knuckle. "Talk to me about it," he urged softly.

A lump formed in George's throat. "Not much to talk about…" he murmured, eyes flicking away. "Carriage accident."

"So we are both widowers," Bailey spoke softly, voice warm with empathy.