forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Edonine's head dropped against him, she shut her chartreuse eyes that looked more hazel in the warm, dim light of canvas-filtered fire. "Better.." She murmured.

Slowly, he worked his fingers against her tense muscles until they loosened against his touch, pausing every now and then to kiss the spot he’d just finished on.

Slowly, he worked his fingers against her tense muscles until they loosened against his touch, pausing every now and then to kiss the spot he’d just finished on.

Slowly, he worked his fingers against her tense muscles until they loosened beneath his touch, pausing every now and hen to kiss the spot he’d just finished on.

Edonine kept her eyes shut while he soothed away her wears. He knew just how to make things better. "I love you.." She spoke softly.

He brushed his lips against her skin, raised his eyes to meet her apple-green ones. “I love you too.”

"Having fun?" She softly teased.

“You have no idea,” he tossed back, trailing kisses down her neck.

Edonine started to whimper a little bit, eyes open with a shred of alarm.

He pulled back immediately, alarm bells going off in his head. “I’m sorry— shit, are you okay??”

She placed a hand on his head, "Bad memories," she whispered. "It's not your fault," Edonine insisted this, but there was already nervous sweat shining on her forehead.

Pierre wanted to punch himself. Sliding backwards on the bed to give her space, his hands fluttered anxiously, as if he was unsure what to do with then. “I’m so sorry—“

Edonine pushed herself to sit up, her eyes flickering down. "It's not your fault Pierre, I…" She choked, pushing her short hair from her face. Edonine answered in a voice barely above silence, "Its my father's,"

It was like a bomb had gone off inside his chest. Pierre’s eyes widened. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry— Edonine—“

A mixture between a laugh and a dry sob fell from her lips. The woman kept her eyes loyally to the ground in a veil of shame and disgrace, "A-After mum died, he–" oh, she couldn't finish. Even after all these years, the memory of it was too much. Edonine hid behind her hands to stifle her emotion. She didn't want to risk being heard by the men outside either…

Pierre wanted so badly to embrace her, to hug her fiercely to his chest, but his instincts warned him away— the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her more than he already had. “I’m so sorry— God, that’s awful—“

She shuffled to him anyhow for his embrace, the safest thing she knew. Out of breath, trembling, she had to explain herself now. It was so hard, too hard, to relive it. "He," she pressed her thumbs against her tear ducts, "He kept me in the cellar," she gasped. "He kept me there for months,"

Pierre wrapped his arms around her tightly, careful to give her enough space so that she could pull away whenever she needed it. Tears of his own leaked out— his heart had not hurt this much in years. “The bastard— I’m so sorry— listen to me, neither he nor anyone else will ever get to you again, I swear I’ll never let that happen—“

Edonine clasped handfuls of his nightshirt, burying her face like a child into his chest, leaving wet streaks from her tears. He could feel her chest lurk every time she held her breath to stifle a sob.

“Don’t try to hold the tears in,” he told her in as gentle a voice as he could muster. “I’m right here, I’ll always be right here—“

"I can't cry, they- they'll hear me," Edonine croaked against his shirt. It was strange to hear her voice so.. Broken. A stark contrast to the strong, self-confidence of a healthy Edonine.

With each passing second, his heart broke just a little more. “Let it out, Edonine, they won’t hear. They’re probably all sleeping or drunk anyways—“

She curled her arms around him and wailed into his chest.

He rocked her from side to side, held her as she broke down, wishing he could do more, wishing he could help her.

"Is everything okay in there?" Geoffrey's voice spoke from just outside the tent, tainted with concern and whiskey. Geoffrey was the kind of drunk who's ability of affection practically tripled under the influence of alcohol. And.. He wouldn't remember come tomorrow morning.

Pierre swore inwardly, calling out. “Everything’s fine!”

"Okay," Geoffrey hummed, and predictably called a drunken I love you! to the boys. That made Edonine laugh a little.

“Thanks, Geoffrey. Get some sleep, okay?” Pierre’s chuckle was slightly forced.

"Mhm," the man laughed softly and meandered past the tent.

"Good friends.." Edonine croaked gratefully.

“Good friends,” he agreed, giving her a light squeeze.