forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Lincoln shrugged, “I’m fascinated with the idea, always have been since I was an adolescent. I never talked about it because everybody else was horrified with it.”

"Ah." Jack nodded, sitting down on the bed. "I see." Ah. I was…almost hopeful, for a minute. But i shouldn't have been. This is 200 years in the past. I can't get attached to someone who died before my grandmother was born.

“Well,” he looked down to the floor where Blackwell rubbed against his calf, “I’ll give you some privacy to change and get ready for bed. If you need anything just knock on my door or call me. I won’t be falling asleep for some time.” He bent down to pick up his cat.

Jack nodded. "Alright. Thank you." He said, grabbing the pajama shirt and finding the front and back. He looked up at Lincoln. "Really. Thank you for all your help with everything." He smiled slightly.

“You’re very welcome,” Lincoln, beamed, “It’s nice to be helpful with something, and to have amiable guests.” He took a couple steps back out of the room to give him privacy, “If you don’t need me sooner, I’ll see you in the morning.” He dipped his head, “Have a good night, sir.”

Jack smiled lightly. "Alright. Good night to you too." Once Lincoln had left, he closed the door and got ready for bed, sitting down on the bed with a sigh. He rubbed his face with a hand. "Damn. I'm stuck here." He muttered.

Lincoln disappeared into his own bedroom and closed the door behind him with a long sigh. He didn’t mind Jack being here—the opposite actually. Beside the fact that Jack was incredibly good looking, he could definitely learn interesting facts and techniques about the future. A smile spread across his face; he certainly wouldn’t purposefully delay fixing the little machine, but he would definitely learn all about Jack and the future in the time he could.

"But on the plus side, I'm staying with a hot, curious guy who died like…a very long time ago. What could go wrong?" He muttered, laughing at himself under his breath. Ohh a billion things could go wrong, Jack, and you know it. But…hey. This will be amazing if you do it right. This can be amazing.

Lincoln sank down into his bed for the second time that night and set Blackwell beside him. There was no guarantee that Jack was interested in courting—no, not courting, because they could never get married, unless…unless they travel to the future. He turned the idea around in his mind, although the thought made him sick. He didn’t dislike his time period, and he wanted to see what turned out for the Titanic. For such a glorious ship, it had to have an excellent future ahead of it, right? The same might be the same for his relationship, hopefully. He scratched his lip before leaning to douse the candle on his table.

Jack put out the candle, laying down with a sigh. He had been supposed to go back and have dinner with his mom…then again, that would still happen. This was time travel, after all. An extra few days or weeks wouldn't affect much. His mind turned back to Lincoln's question about gays. About…that. He wondered if Lincoln was gay, or bi, or anything like that. He couldn't think of any other reason for the other man to ask that question, though perhaps that was Jack's own sexuality talking.

After discarding his outer clothes, such as his coat and boots, and cast them aside to pull the blanket over his shoulder. He closed his eyes, finding it surprisingly easy to relax after such a long day. He drifted off to sleep quickly, and dreamed of Jack and the curious time machine.

(Skip to the morning?)

Jack fell asleep relatively quickly. Or at least, quicker than he had thought he would.

(Sure)

The next morning, Lincoln woke up when he usually did at 7, and decided not to go to class—just this once. He figured he would learn more working on Jack’s time machine than he would listening to a professor talk about steam trains. He pulled on a robe over his undershirt and headed to the makeshift kitchen on the same level upstairs.

Blackwell stayed asleep on his bed with his nose tucked under his tail, as usual.

Jack slept in until about 8 in the morning before dragging himself out of bed and getting dressed. He left the room, his hair messy and sticking up in tufts all over his head. Yawning softly, he looked around until he found the kitchen. "G' morning." He said, voice slightly slurred with sleep.

Lincoln glanced up from the table. His face grew hot at the sight of Jack and his messed hair. He looked really cute, especially in his clothes…”Ah, good-good morning.” He stammered as his fork stilled over his plate, “I made eggs..they’re in the skillet if you want some.”

Jack gave a small smile, serving himself some eggs. "Alright. Thank you." He said, sitting down near Lincoln. He had noticed the blush on Lincoln's face, but dismissed it as nothing important. He started eating the eggs. The taste of eggs hadn't changed much, thankfully, so it wasn't like he was eating something totally new and different.

“You’re welcome,” Lincoln returned. He finished the last bite on his plate before standing up to place it in the sink, “I might need to go out and buy some supplies today,” he said while using a rag to brush off the leftover crumbs from his plate. “If you’d like, you can join me…or you could stay here.”

Jack shrugged. "I'd like to come with you…i think i might get bored if i stayed here on my own." He chuckled softly, running a hand through his red hair, which only made his bedhead worse. "Besides, I may as well see more of your time, while I'm here. So long as you don't mind me tagging along, of course." He added.

“I don’t mind,” he smiled, “Do you need to borrow any clothes for today?” He offered, “I may be in poverty, but I have plenty of coats to choose from,” he added with a nervous chuckle. “If my friend isn’t in class, we might be able to meet up with him too— if that’s alright you.”

He chuckled softly, and shook his head. "No, I have clothes. Er, the same set as yesterday, but they're clean." He chuckled, then hesitated, thinking. "Uhm… it's fine, so long as…you can't tell him anything I've told you. About the future and stuff."

“Oh,” Lincoln blinked and shook his head, “Of course. I wouldn’t say anything,” he sank down into his chair again. “He’s more interested in literature and plays than science anyhow.”

He nodded. "Ohh, like Shakespeare!" He said with a grin. "The Tempest is my favorite. Romeo and Juliette is just weird." He shrugged slightly. "Or do you mean, like…other stuff?" He asked, thinking. He couldn't think of any plays from this time period or before that weren't Shakespeare. Hmm…might be time to brush up on my knowledge of plays and literature.

Lincoln thought for a moment, “Yes, he likes Shakespeare. I’m not much into it myself, but that one name I hear from him a lot,” he nodded, “Other books on philosophy and authors. We mostly agree about scientific figures such as Newton and… Galileo.”

Jack nodded. "Ohh, right." He said. "That makes sense." He smiled, finishing up his eggs. "Where do you want me to put my plate?" He asked, gesturing to the empty plate I front of him.

“In the sink is all right, I’ll wash both of them later today when we get back,” he reached to scratch the back of his head and yawn, “I’m going to go get dressed, I shouldn’t be too long.”