forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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I can if you want!)

Should I post a brief description?

John was having a handful of military leaders come to his house for dinner. Generals, aide-de-camps, captains—and his best friend Peter.

Jane rushed around all day, cleaning the house and preparing the food. Everything had to be perfect!

(Andrane ship song: 2 Become 1 by The Spice Girls)

"Why don't you take a rest?" John urged his expecting wife, "You've been scuttling around all day,"

I can if you want!)

Should I post a brief description?

Yes please)

John was having a handful of military leaders come to his house for dinner. Generals, aide-de-camps, captains—and his best friend Peter.

Jane rushed around all day, cleaning the house and preparing the food. Everything had to be perfect!

(Andrane ship song: 2 Become 1 by The Spice Girls)

"Why don't you take a rest?" John urged his expecting wife, "You've been scuttling around all day,"

(Song, yay/nay?)

"It's quite fine, John, I'm nearly finished," she replied.

Marius Berger

Tall, muscled from working on the family farm, long-limbed, lean. Golden-hazel eyes, blond hair shorter than most typical fashion, square jawline, blushes very easily

More of a peacekeeper type, not usually one to kill another person, loves music, amazing voice, a bit of a dreamer, but not naive in the slightest
Is this okay?

John was having a handful of military leaders come to his house for dinner. Generals, aide-de-camps, captains—and his best friend Peter.

Jane rushed around all day, cleaning the house and preparing the food. Everything had to be perfect!

(Andrane ship song: 2 Become 1 by The Spice Girls)

"Why don't you take a rest?" John urged his expecting wife, "You've been scuttling around all day,"

(Song, yay/nay?)

"It's quite fine, John, I'm nearly finished," she replied.

Can't listen to it yet, but i will next period )

"If you insist," he relented with a smile, "I'm.. very excited,"

Marius Berger

Tall, muscled from working on the family farm, long-limbed, lean. Golden-hazel eyes, blond hair shorter than most typical fashion, square jawline, blushes very easily

More of a peacekeeper type, not usually one to kill another person, loves music, amazing voice, a bit of a dreamer, but not naive in the slightest
Is this okay?

Yes!)

Alright! How should we start?

Can't listen to it yet, but i will next period )

"If you insist," he relented with a smile, "I'm.. very excited,"

(Alright, cool!)

She stopped to look at him. "I know," she replied with a smile.

John pulled his wife close for a brief kiss.

Alright! How should we start?

Hm, maybe Louis being held captive by Brits in prison, falls asleep and dreams of a memory w Marius?)

Yeah sure
Uhh first time they met? Or something else?

Yes! First time)

Kk
Want me to start?
Oh also, Marius’s family owns a sheep farm)

Ye please)

Louis curled into a tighter ball within the confines of the prisoners' tent, teeth chattering uncontrollably. He was tired… so tired…. but every time he closed his eyes, nightmares came. Horrific images of Cruz, his mangled corpse laying on the forest floor, of Marius, his throat slit, his eyes empty.

But oh, slowly, did sleep crawl over his thoughts and shut him down..

As sleep overtook him, an image slipped into his mind, one of a hazy, golden summer day.

"Sir?" a voice emerged as the haze of passing into sleep lifted away. Somebody tapped his shoulder, "Sir, how many lambs?" The man asked—the shephard, Marius, from whom Louis was purchasing his live dinner from on that summer day. A look of apprehension was in that man's golden eyes, knowing he was giving away a young lamb to its doom.

Louis wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a deep breath of the humid, heat-choked air. "I'll take two," he decided after a moment, something in his gaze softening slightly. He knew he must look a barbarian to the farmer, what with his muscled, intimidating physique and almost hooded eyes.

Marius's lips were tight. He'd done this many times before, but the pain of it never lessened. "Yessir. Ten shillings, please.."

Louis couldn't help but feel bad for the other man, who couldn't have been much younger than him. He handed over the money, leaning back against the fence. "What's your name?"

"Marius," he breathed out, curling two lambs under both arms. His eye contact was weak, darted to and fro.

Louis held out his arms to receive what he'd bought, though he had to admit that his heart squeezed at the sight of them. "Marius. I'm Louis, I live a few neighbourhoods over. How old are you?"

John pulled his wife close for a brief kiss.

She savored the taste of his lips.

Louis held out his arms to receive what he'd bought, though he had to admit that his heart squeezed at the sight of them. "Marius. I'm Louis, I live a few neighbourhoods over. How old are you?"

"Twenty three," he rubbed his nose, finally making eye contact, albeit distasteful.

John pulled his wife close for a brief kiss.

She savored the taste of his lips.

"What've you got cooking?" He asked her with his candid smile.

Louis held out his arms to receive what he'd bought, though he had to admit that his heart squeezed at the sight of them. "Marius. I'm Louis, I live a few neighbourhoods over. How old are you?"

"Twenty three," he rubbed his nose, finally making eye contact, albeit distasteful.

Louis was admittedly surprised—they were the same age. He looked down at the lambs, and suddenly, he didn't want them any more.
"You know what, keep the lambs."

Marius looked up, looked confused and relieved. "You don't want them-?" He double-checked.

"Take them." Louis sighed and slipped his hands into his pockets.