forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"I don't.. know," he admitted, sinking beside his wife on the bed. He extended a hand ever so tenderly to his infant son. "Jane, he's so small…"

"He's a baby, John," she replied, rocking him gently in her arms as a loving mother would.

Their firstborn drew in a massive yawn through his tiny mouth, and finally his wailing drew to a sleepy quiet. His reddened hands curled up against his face.

John brushed his fingers across his son's forehead. "Do you.. like the name Ellis, Jane?"

"I do. It's sweet," she replied. Her eyes caressed her baby's face. He's wonderful. Just like his father.

John snuggled himself against his wife, one arm behind her shoulders and the other ever so gently touching his son, seeming so wonderstruck. Chadine had left already to warm up some food for the exhausted mother.

"Ellis Jonathan André," Jane tested the name with a smile.

A warm smile crossed her husband's face. "Mm… I love you.. both of you.."

His opponent jerked his grip to Pierre's hair, something more painful and viable to force the enemy into submission. The earth felt so much cooler than the surrounding air, moist– from water or blood, he couldn't tell.

Pierre’s hands slipped in the slick mud, sending him sprawling beneath the enemy.

A warm smile crossed her husband's face. "Mm… I love you.. both of you.."

"I know," she whispered. "I love you too."

His opponent jerked his grip to Pierre's hair, something more painful and viable to force the enemy into submission. The earth felt so much cooler than the surrounding air, moist– from water or blood, he couldn't tell.

Pierre’s hands slipped in the slick mud, sending him sprawling beneath the enemy.

He heard his lover's voice. Just a faint little thing against the background of too much noise. And yet, she was too far away to save him, when his assailant—at their highest advantage of their open bayonet, left the man stabbed, clear through the meat of his left shoulder.

(YEoucH)

A warm smile crossed her husband's face. "Mm… I love you.. both of you.."

"I know," she whispered. "I love you too."

Chadine returned with a tray of fresh oats and sugar, "Here you go, Jane. Anything else?"

"No, Chadine. Thank you," Jane said gratefully.

"Oh, what's his name?" She asked with a sparkle of interest.

He heard his lover's voice. Just a faint little thing against the background of too much noise. And yet, she was too far away to save him, when his assailant—at their highest advantage of their open bayonet, left the man stabbed, clear through the meat of his left shoulder.

(YEoucH)

Pierre has felt pain before. Unimaginable pain, such as the explosion of electricity through his body when the lightning bolt had struck him, months ago. But this? This was infinitely worse. The possibility that he could die, right here, before he had the chance to marry the love of his life….

Edonine's hands shook him back to the present. Her eyes were full of panic, enough to make her face harden like stone, as she made a swift retreat for the trees with her fiancé in arms. Passing his peers, midfight, felt like an eternity. But that always happened when shock took over.

Delirious from pain, Pierre lifted his head, struggling to make his feet reach the ground.

He was more or less dropped on the grass. Oddly, the sound of crunching leaves under his back seemed tenfold more comforting than ever before.
Edonine's stoneface broke under the cover of safety. Her jaw was tight, her brows trembling. She kept her lip bit between her teeth in her frantic panic. "Pierre! Pierre look at me, you're okay? Are you okay?"

"Oh, what's his name?" She asked with a sparkle of interest.

"Ellis Jonathan André," Jane said fondly.

"Ellis… that's a lovely name." Chadine complimented.

He was more or less dropped on the grass. Oddly, the sound of crunching leaves under his back seemed tenfold more comforting than ever before.
Edonine's stoneface broke under the cover of safety. Her jaw was tight, her brows trembling. She kept her lip bit between her teeth in her frantic panic. "Pierre! Pierre look at me, you're okay? Are you okay?"

His lips pulled back into a weak, trembling smile that resembled a grimace too closely to spark any happiness or relief. “E-Edonine—“ he croaked, presses a hand to the wound. Blood burbled up between his fingers, but still, he tried to sit up.

"Oh my God," Edonine wheezed in horror, just seeing him like this. "No, stay—stay down, Pierre, you'll hurt yourself! Oh, God, camp is so far away," she pressed her hands againt his wound in a desperate attempt to clog it. It simply seeped through her fingers, so she tore off her oversized soldier's coat to soak it up.

Pierre shook his head, somehow managing to support himself on one, shaking arm. With the other, he reached forward, despite the tearing pain in his shoulder, and caressed his fiancée’s cheek. “I—I want—to say—goodbye—“

"No!" she hissed, "Lay back down! You will not die, you're staying right here with me!" Red in the face, she tied the arms of the blue coat around his shoulder. It was already staining, gradually.

He genuinely believed that this was the end. Already, he could feel his life seeping out from the wound in his shoulder. “E-Edonine—“ he whispered hoarsely, and brought his lips to hers.

She pulled herself away from him. Rather than a kiss, in her rush of adrenaline, she would spend her strength carrying him back to camp. Almost three miles. An eternity on foot, in rugged woodland.