forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Sauteéd squash?" She elaborated, pouring something into a glass.

He tapped his tricorn hat thoughtfully, "What does he look like?"

“Well, he has the most dashing green eyes…” she recollected, “and a simply handsome smile… and his hair is the most perfect shade of brown…”

André fought a perservering smile, desperately trying to stay in character. "Wouldn't you be more lucky at the park?" He snuck in a wink—let's go there instead, basically—"Asburry Park?"

“It’s worth a try. Won’t you escort me, kind sir?” Jane asked, smiling subtly.

"It is only chivalrous to do so," he offered his arm for her to hold, placing his hat back onto his head.

She took his arm. “Lead on, my sir.”

He began to walk, his other hand resting on the handle of his sheathed sword.

Jane smiled, walking slightly closer then she normally would.

"I didn't want to show up in full suit," he spoke, "But I'd come directly from a formal meeting with General Smith, I didn't have time to… humble down from.. Lieutenant clothing." He chuckled quietly.

“I think it makes you look… elegant,” she replied.

Returning, Sebastian handed the bread back to her. “I never asked for your name.”
(Good morning everyone!)

"Annalise." She said, taking it back.

“Annalise.” The name felt nice in his mouth. Sebastian rubbed at a bruise on his wrist, trying for a smile. “I’m Sebastian.”

"Well, Sebastian, you seem to be a fast learner."

"Elegant?" He echoed with a smile.

“That’s what I said,” she cooed.

"You did," he laughed cheerily, "I've never thought myself as elegant,"

“What about handsome? Dashing?”

His face reddened, predictably. "That's subjective," Even so, it made him smile.

“Now your face matches your coat!” she teased.

"Stop," he murmured shyly, ducking his head a little behind his suit lappel. He couldn't stop grinning with delight.

Jane laughed. “Adorable is the word for you, my sir.”

John wiped his face, the tricorn hat cast a shadow over his dusty fern eyes. "It's on"y you so far who can render me a blubbering mess, my dear,"

“I am honored,” she said with a grin.

He inhaled with a sweet relishing, looking around at the townsfolk. The hateful glances were unseen today. Nothing could go wrong now. Somebody liked him.

As they were walking, someone bumped roughly into Jane. Jane whirled around to see who it was. She recognized the man from one of her father’s dinner parties several years ago. Before she could place his name, he spat at her feet and sneered, loud enough for others to hear, “Traitor.”

John's nose wrinkled. "Watch yourself," he hissed through his teeth at the man, his hand gravitating towards Jane's arm to pull her a little closer in a manner of protectiveness.

“Go back to England if you love it so much!” the man growled.
Jane glared.

"Go back to the stye," André retorted quickly, hurrying along with Jane.

Jane rushed away with John, clinging to his arm. Behind her, she heard cries. “Down with the monarchy! Down with the King!”

John ignored them, focused on holding Jane close enough to ensure her safety. He was used to feeling like a blind cow in a slaughterhouse: defenseless, endangered and extremely visible. Bright red coat.. It didnt help.

Jane saw him glancing down at his coat.
“You look fine,” she murmured.

"Everyone can see me," he mumbled. "Everyone knows who I am just by color.."