forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Bailey lifted a hand, and tilted George's face up so he could make somewhat of eye contact. "There's no shame in it."

“Of course there is,” he answered quietly, his voice cracking.

"Not if anyone else knows," Bailey lowered his hand.

George didn’t speak for a few moments. “You probably don’t want to live here anymore,” he said finally, avoiding Bailey’s statement.

That made his nose twitch. "Be a man for God's sake, George," Bailey spoke harshly, "If you shut yourself in your head, you're going to rot, just like I did! I find it a massive disservice to me if– if–" his face was reddening, "If you refuse to give yourself support."

George flinched back, unsure of what Bailey was trying to say. “How— How so?”

"You deserve more than you're giving yourself.." He murmured quieter.

George took a deep breath in. “I’m just— I’m just trying to get rid of these feelings.”

"Why? The more you try and get rid of it, the worse it will get."

“I can’t exactly act on them, goddammit. What am I supposed to do?!”

"Why can't you act?" Bailey spoke almost out of frustration, "What's stopping you?"

“I’m enough of an abomination already. And either way— the man I have feelings for wouldn’t want it.” George’s gut twisted, nausea flooding his body.

He sighed slowly. "I see." He mumbled. Bailey clenched his fists, and retreated to his room.

George slipped back to his bedroom and closed the door with shaking hands. What have I done?

After some moments, George heard Bailey leave the home.

George’s face went slack.
No.
He’d expected this kind of reaction, but foolishly, had still clung to the small hope that Bailey would want to stay.

Was it worth it to chase after him? Make a last effort?

Bailey…

Before he had fully grasped the notion of what he was doing, George had left his room and ran out of the house— after Bailey.

He'd caught him just as he was mounting his horse, clad in a heavy grey coat of his. Bailey turned his head to the sound of crunching snow.

“Bailey!” George came to a stop beside the horse, acting purely on instinct. “Don’t— don’t go.”

He pulled the tricorn hat off his snowflake peppered head of hair, "Why?" He breathed. "I can't stand with this– trying to dissect answers out of you, George. Trying to make you understand. Trying to make you see it," he breathed, "See how I feel the same,"

Bailey might as well have shot George point-blank in the chest. His heart stopped. His eyes widened. His hands began to tremble again.
“Stay….” he whispered pleadingly. “I’ll do anything.”

He breathed out through his nose, his gaze fell down. "I'm going to get a drink. Stay, or come with," he looked up. "Either way I'll return,"

“I’m coming with,” George breathed without hesitation.

His expression softened. "Then I'll wait for you."

Yeah my bad xD um, does george have a coat on?)

No, he just sort of sprinted out)

Ok, then he coukd go put one on real fast)

Ok)

George nodded and ran back to the house, grabbing a coat off the hook and hurrying back, his heart thundering.