Jane squeezed John's hand. Visibly, she was mildly worried and upset, but something was boiling beneath the surface. Something she hadn't bothered to acknowledge in years, especially now that she was married. After a moment, she looked away from him. "My apologies, Captain."
"Accepted," the Captain replied flatly.
"Shall I get the dessert?" she suggested meekly.
"Yes, please." Her husband spoke. She could hear his confusion and inner frustration towards her actions, but he could let it simmer to nothing.
She quickly nodded and stood to leave. Once she was in the kitchen, she cupped her hands over her mouth and calmed her breathing. "Don't ruin this for John," she whispered quietly to herself.
She could hear the men bringing the conversation back to life. John still sounded tense.
After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.
Lionel accepted the satchel, giving a small smile. “Alright.”
"Ready to feed the lambs?" Marius asked with a smile.
He nodded, mirroring Marius’s smile.
After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.
"No thanks." Her husband breathed.
"I'd like some wine." The Captain spoke. He made uncomfortable, strong eye cintaxt with her. It made her feel cold and vulnerable. "Red wine, please."
Lionel accepted the satchel, giving a small smile. “Alright.”
"Ready to feed the lambs?" Marius asked with a smile.
He nodded, mirroring Marius’s smile.
He took rosemary in his palm, and knelt down. He was practically swallowed by the mass of white soft wool.
Lionel watched with mounting curiosity, an almost childlike fascination alight in his eyes.
Marius erupted into boyish laughter, expression lit with absolute joy. He really did love these sheep.
“Awe..” he murmured softly, under his breath.
He sat up through the flock of sheep, "Your turn!"
After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.
"No thanks." Her husband breathed.
"I'd like some wine." The Captain spoke. He made uncomfortable, strong eye cintaxt with her. It made her feel cold and vulnerable. "Red wine, please."
"Yes, sir," she whispered. A shiver crawled down her spine and she headed back to the kitchen for a new bottle of red wine, as they had finished the one on the table.
He sat up through the flock of sheep, "Your turn!"
"My…. right. Yes." Snapping out of his daze, Louis copied what Marius had done, seeming to be almost… nervous.
Skip?)
He sat up through the flock of sheep, "Your turn!"
"My…. right. Yes." Snapping out of his daze, Louis copied what Marius had done, seeming to be almost… nervous.
Marius held his bright grin, watching warmly.
He stretched a hand out towards the nearest animal, crouching tentatively.
He stretched a hand out towards the nearest animal, crouching tentatively.
The sheep stepped forward to munch on the treat, as did three other of its friends.
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After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.
"No thanks." Her husband breathed.
"I'd like some wine." The Captain spoke. He made uncomfortable, strong eye cintaxt with her. It made her feel cold and vulnerable. "Red wine, please."
"Yes, sir," she whispered. A shiver crawled down her spine and she headed back to the kitchen for a new bottle of red wine, as they had finished the one on the table.
Skip?)
After a minute, she returned with baked tarts for dessert. She set them on the table with a smile and retreated to her seat afterwards. "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" she asked.
"No thanks." Her husband breathed.
"I'd like some wine." The Captain spoke. He made uncomfortable, strong eye cintaxt with her. It made her feel cold and vulnerable. "Red wine, please."
"Yes, sir," she whispered. A shiver crawled down her spine and she headed back to the kitchen for a new bottle of red wine, as they had finished the one on the table.
Skip?)
(To when?)
When the military folk are gone? Peter can hang out for a while if you want )
He stretched a hand out towards the nearest animal, crouching tentatively.
The sheep stepped forward to munch on the treat, as did three other of its friends.
Louis flinched at first, when the animal's teeth and tongue grazed his palm, but a soft smile was quickly spreading over his face after that.
"See?" Marius laughed lightly, "Such gentle creatures," the man gushed.
"Oui," he murmured, tentatively scratching behind the smallest one's ears.
Marius reached over and pat Louis's back. "You're making a good shephard,"
Louis let out a quiet snort, gently stroking the small animal's head now. "I doubt it.."
"Mm, prove me wrong," Marius playfully challenged.
