forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"I meant what I said before. About your wife, I mean. She's very lucky to have you."

He laughed a little. "Thank you, Murielle,"

"So when did you get married?" she asked curiously.

George withdrew an audible noise of surprise from Bailey, a small startled grunt.

George moves hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid, but placed his lips atop Bailey’s nonetheless.

Bailey tried to speak.

George pulled back, afraid he’d done something wrong.

"So when did you get married?" she asked curiously.

"Almost half a year ago," John replied, looking sideways.

George withdrew an audible noise of surprise from Bailey, a small startled grunt.

George moves hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid, but placed his lips atop Bailey’s nonetheless.

Bailey tried to speak.

George pulled back, afraid he’d done something wrong.

"I'm—" he laughed breathily, "Hungry for breakfast."

"So when did you get married?" she asked curiously.

"Almost half a year ago," John replied, looking sideways.

"Oh," she said, heat rising on her cheeks.

"What?" John smiled slowly.

"Nothing," she whispered, looking away from him quickly. "I was just curious…"

He tilted his head a little, "Fair enough.."

"Would you like some (food from the era because I'm too lazy to look, sorry)?" she asked.

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

George pulled away, abashed. “I’ll—I’ll go make breakfast.”

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

She smiled and gave him some.

George pulled away, abashed. “I’ll—I’ll go make breakfast.”

Bailey nodded slowly, with a delirious smile. "Thank you.."

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

She smiled and gave him some.

He took the food and sat down, brushing wet hair from his comely face.

George pulled away, abashed. “I’ll—I’ll go make breakfast.”

Bailey nodded slowly, with a delirious smile. "Thank you.."

He almost stumbled getting out of bed. Heart hammering, he made his way unsteadily to the kitchen, head still spinning.

Bailey rolled onto his side.

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom carrying a food-covered tray.

"Yeah," he exhaled, "yes please, Murielle,"

She smiled and gave him some.

He took the food and sat down, brushing wet hair from his comely face.

"Would you like anything to drink?" she offered.

"Wine?" Mr. André requested softly.

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom carrying a food-covered tray.

Bailey lifted his head, and looked pleasantly surprised, "Oh, well, oh. Thank you," he laughed quietly.

"Wine?" Mr. André requested softly.

She nodded. "Is there a specific kind?"

"Mm, well, if I had to be so bold as to ask if you have Spanish red wine?" john replied.

"I'm afraid that we don't," she said. "I can check, if you like."

He rubbed his hands together, "Yes, please."

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom carrying a food-covered tray.

Bailey lifted his head, and looked pleasantly surprised, "Oh, well, oh. Thank you," he laughed quietly.

George offered an awkward shrug, swallowing and setting the tray down.

Bailey sat up, began to eat.

George sat beside him, picking at the hem of his nightshirt.

"thank you," Bailey smiled