forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]
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@blue_topaz

George hummed, folding a clean napkin in half and setting it across Bailey's plate, wondering where the other man was. The table was all set– a small Thanksgiving lunch, but a good one nonetheless, one that had taken him hours to prepare.

@KalamariCakes

Bailey was probably in the guest room still. Away from the military now, and resigned, he came off strides more reserved than service had sculpted him. And perhaps an obvious melancholy as well.

@blue_topaz

George sighed, exiting the kitchen and walking down the hallway to the guest room, where he knocked on the door. "Bailey? Lunch is ready."

@KalamariCakes

He opened the door, pushing blond hair from his eyes. He had it back before, and now it was released to a full head of thick, curly locks. And well shaven, the man looked ten years younger. "Aye," he acknowledged in reply.

@KalamariCakes

He blew a couple crinkled strands of hair off of his forehead, "Much," the old commander replied. Bailey looked well rested for a depressed man. George could tell by the relaxed look in his eyes, in contrast to a constant alertness and sense of impending danger. War did all sorts of things to a man, it seemed.

@KalamariCakes

"Yes.." he sighed from the deep of his chest. He walked with a limping gait, heavy on his right leg and dragged his left, til he sank into a dining chair. Bailey cast his eyes over the fresh selection of foods and seemed impressed. "Haven't seen this much food since.. before the Revolution," he murmured.

@blue_topaz

George smiled at this. "I have a friend of some sort," was all he said, sitting down across from the other man. "Please, help yourself."

@KalamariCakes

He glanced at him, then back to the food. The first thing he reached for was the honey-cured ham.

Hm, i have an inkling of a ship roosting in my mind .. )

@blue_topaz

(same lol, I thought I was the only one)

George spooned a small heap of potatoes onto his plate, his stomach growling in anticipation of the meal that was to come.

@KalamariCakes

He moved on to rolls, then mashed potatoes, then yams, starting to get a little excitedly ravenous with the abundance of food. In fact, a little smile was poking at the edges of the commander's lips.

@blue_topaz

(it's perfect holy shit
'he said, gayley')

George's own smile grew at the tiny signs of happiness he saw in the ex-soldier– perhaps he was finally coming to?

@KalamariCakes

😂🤣 yes. Y e s )

Once every inch of his plate was full, he sat back, this curlish little look of self-satisfaction smoothing the wrinkles of anger across his brow. A rare expression of content, just by something so delightfully simple. Surely this wasn't the hard-headed, cold and harsh soldier George met barely a week ago.

@blue_topaz

(it's official
Gailey is cannon)

George gave a tiny tilt of his head, searching the man's face for any hint of sorrow or anger. Finding none, he relaxed, happy to eat away at his heaping plate.

@KalamariCakes

"Thank you again, sir." Bailey spoke, scooping a generous amount of sweet potato onto the silver spoon. Blue eyes shining with something much lovelier than rage-induced tears, the man began to eat, and eagerly so.

@blue_topaz

"No need to thank me," George returned warmly, slightly perplexed by the odd stirring in his chest.
(do you want me to put up a brief description of his appearance?)

@KalamariCakes

Yes please!)

He had a way of hunching over his plate. Bailey ate messily, unorthodox, as was the way of a poor patriot. Though he had the trained decency of wiping his chin and disproportionate lips—his lower being much fuller, upper sporting a deep cupid's bow—clean of sweet potato and ham grease.

@blue_topaz

(he's got sort of tawny brown hair, messy and almost layered, light stubble, dark brown eyes, and is around 5'10. Average build, slightly muscled, bloodied lips from being chewed often)

George continued to feel the strange sensation all throughout the meal, it was almost as if someone was wrapping a hand around his heart and squeezing, gently. A stark contrast to Bailey, he ate slowly, neatly, wiping up any spills, though there weren't many.

@KalamariCakes

Bailey was nearly the exact opposite of this gentle man. Scruffy, hardened, hopeless, and in need of so much love for his unknowing self. For all the visible scars war had left him, none was deeper than the emotional.

@blue_topaz

George finished his meal, carefully setting his utensils down. "You don't have to clean up," he assured Bailey, "I can do that."

@KalamariCakes

He sipped some of his water, "Good 'nuff fer me." That was his catchphrase, apparently. He'd said it about a hundred times before he passed out, the night George dragged him home.