forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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George's face clouded over. "We weren't married yet….I was going to propose…"

"There isn't a greater pain than losing the one who holds.. your soul," Bailey empathized. He curled his hand against George's temple and back of his head. "Let's talk about something happier.."

George closed his eyes, leaning into Bailey’s hand like a cat butting up to its owner. “Yes, let’s..”

He pulled George down to rest over his collarbone. "I was almost a father," Bailey spoke softly. "She and I were convinced it was going to be a boy. 'Girls aren't so violent', she'd say," Bailey reminisced. "We were going to name him Jay. After her uncle,"

“I’m sorry…” George’s face became contorted by sadness.

"I had an addiction to… Opioids, after they passed on. For some time. I couldn't sleep without it; if I tried I'd get nightmares so bad I'd wake in a cold sweat in a different room with my gun in hand." He spoke in a rambling, absent tone. "It gave me the loveliest dreams. I dreamt my son would've had her hair, dark bronze, and my eyes. Her freckles and a love for horses," he croaked. "I was sleeping so much, one time I didn't leave my house for almost two weeks. I'd wake up in my own waste and starving, but I didn't care, if I could see them,"

George pressed his forehead against Bailey, tears welling up in his eyes. “I wish you never had to suffer like that…”

"Oh… don't cry for me." Bailey breathed– why'd he have to say all of that? "Listen, I'm not like that anymore,"

“And I hope you’re never like that again…” he whispered fiercely. “I don’t want you to hurt…”

A deep-rooted sigh escaped him. "I've left it behind me, I promise. Summer is closing in now, I'll be able to start a job," Bailey spoke. "Did you know I can't swim?" He smiled

George blinked at the sudden change of topic. “You can’t?”

"Not at all." He replied with humor. "I fell into a river once during a drill, sank like a stone,"

“I’ll just have to teach you, then…” he murmured, tracing his jawline.

He laughed quietly, "The soldiers nearly took an entire minute before they realized I wasn't coming up. Goddamn, those kids can be stupid," Bailey huffed softly in humor.

“Ouch…” George stifled a chuckle, wincing a little.

Bailey looked down to George's face, wearing his light smile, "They turned out fine, though.."

George loved this softer side of Bailey, the gentler, caring one. He lifted a hand to cup one of his cheeks, a smile ghosting over his expression. “I’m glad… were you okay?”

"Yeah, I was fine. Pissed as all hell, though." Bailey laughed quietly, resting his head against George's hand.

“Of course..” he murmured, a quiet laugh mingling with each word he spoke.

"You know, I want to visit Spain before I die." Bailey spoke.

“Then we’ll visit Spain together,” he murmured. Somehow..

"Okay. So. What are we doing today?"

George frowned a little, trying to think. “I have to be at the tavern in a few hours..”

"I could help?" Bailey offered.

George gave a nod. “Please?”