forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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(Happy new year!!)

Pierre snorted. If only you knew.
“Moving on..”

André began to sway in a gentle dance.

Jane moved fluently with him. She smiled against his lips. "I utterly adore you," she murmured.

"You adore me?" John cooed in reply. He lifted a hand to trace her cheekbone.

Feliz año nuevo!)

Cruz placed his hands on his hips. "Bailey's absent," he informed. "Last I heard the man tried to hang himself,"

"You adore me?" John cooed in reply. He lifted a hand to trace her cheekbone.

"I utterly adore you," Jane repeated, leaning her face into his touch.

"Why's that?" John asked sweetly.

"Mmm… Where shall I begin, my sir?" she asked softly.

"Well.." He exhaled. "My only goal, Jane, is to make you happy," he spun her.

"Oh, my sir," she sighed dreamily. "You have more than succeeded."

He dipped the woman down, his hand splayed between her shoulder blades and his other arm hooked around her waist. "What more can I do for you?"

Feliz año nuevo!)

Cruz placed his hands on his hips. "Bailey's absent," he informed. "Last I heard the man tried to hang himself,"

Pierre almost choked. “Sorry, what?”

He dipped the woman down, his hand splayed between her shoulder blades and his other arm hooked around her waist. "What more can I do for you?"

She gazed into his eyes. "Anything you desire. I am yours."

"Yeah," Cruz half laughed, a little guiltily. "Bailey tried to suicide himself. But his roof collapsed under his weight, his neighbor found him unconscious on the living room floor,"

“Oh god..” he murmured. “That’s horrible..”

Cruz rubbed the back of his head, "I can't help but feel.. Kind of responsible." He admitted.

John hummed quietly with delight. "My rose. My queen.."

John hummed quietly with delight. "My rose. My queen.."

"My love. My rock. My sir." Jane straightened and reunited their lips. She pressed her body as close to his as she could.

He curled his arms around her, rest a palm snugly over the small of her warm back. He rubbed a thumb where her spine indented.

Cruz rubbed the back of his head, "I can't help but feel.. Kind of responsible." He admitted.

“Why?” Pierre furrowed his brow.

"Because I hate him." He laughed quietly. "So.. I'm not exactly peachy keen towards him."

Francis frowned deeply. "Didn't I hear Bailey doesnt really.. Have anyone to care for him?"

Pierre sighed. “Cruz, he wasn’t exactly likeable, it’s not your fault. And Francis.. I don’t know. I think so.”

Cruz and Francis exchanged a glance, and the Spaniard spoke, "General Daniels expects him back by Saturday," Saturday, which was in threw days.

“What?? But that’s ridiculous!”

"Right.." He sighed slowly, looking at the ground heavily.

"I wonder how he's… Gonna act when he gets back," Francis commented, rubbing their arm slowly.

Pierre nodded wearily. “The poor man..”

"What should we do?" Francis asked.

He curled his arms around her, rest a palm snugly over the small of her warm back. He rubbed a thumb where her spine indented.

She deepened the kiss, showing her contentedness. She loved when he did that.

"Mm." He grunted, and spoke when they separated, "We need to dress,"

"Right…" she murmured, suddenly feeling very cold. "But I want to kiss you again, my sir."

"You can do that with your clothes on," he chortled back at Jane.