Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"It…" John struggled, his jaw tensing. There was alot passing over his eyes, and it was a lot to process.

"I'd be willing."

He looked up. "What?"

Peter sighed. "Elizabeth and I have been talking about it recently, and I think I would be willing to be a spy."

His face returned to the darkness of his hands, to.. Let this sink in. He lifted his face after some time, lips pursed into a thin line. "Did you not hear what happened to Shayes?"

He licked his lips. "I've talked with Elizabeth about it…"

"And she's fine with that?" The man stood. His eyes looked sunken, exhausted, sleepless. His hands shook with faint cramps from dehydration and stress. "She's fine with the possibility of everything she ever loved being murdered?"

"John, we're both willing to take the risk."

"I can't… I cant let you," he croaked. "I can't do that to your wife.."

"Elizabeth's willing. We're both willing," he said urgently.

He pushed a thumb to wipe his eye. "I need a drink first…"

"John, you know what happens to married men who drink too much…" Peter murmured, leaving the crime unsaid.

"And you don't know what happens to spies with families," John muttered.

(Very Grumpy Boi)

"Spies who get caught," he replied evenly.

John left the tent with a deep huff– off to get a drink, give some time to himself.

April kissed him gently, lovingly. “What do you want to do?”

"I.. I dunno," Cruz murmured. "I just.. Don't… Understand…"

“Don’t understand..?” she prompted gently.

"Why would he… Leave me.. To die?" Cruz spoke very slowly on the topic of his French comrade. "Why would he…? Why didn't he…"

“I….” April chewed her lip. “Cruz, you haven’t told me what happened yet.”

Cruz's nose ran down his shaking lips, his face tilted downcast. He just couldn't… He couldn't face it. Not yet..

A soft exhale parted her lips.
“I can’t say for certain because I don’t know what happened…. but your friends wouldn’t leave you if they had the ability to save you.”

Cruz suddenly outburst with rage. "He left me there! He left me there to die and be eaten by the dogs!" He yelled til his voice broke.

April kept tight hold of his hand, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “Was he tied up as well?”

John left the tent with a deep huff– off to get a drink, give some time to himself.

The barmaid was wiping off the counter when he walked in. Her eyes scanned him and her smooth lips pulled into a smile. "Can I help you?" she asked, a light French accent tainting her words.

April kept tight hold of his hand, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “Was he tied up as well?”

Cruz's breath trembled with emotion, with the trauma of the memory. "Yes," he whimpered, "he was.."

“Then… Cruz, if he was tied up, how could he have come after you?” It hurt, so badly, to see Cruz like this, a mere shell of who he had once been..

John left the tent with a deep huff– off to get a drink, give some time to himself.

The barmaid was wiping off the counter when he walked in. Her eyes scanned him and her smooth lips pulled into a smile. "Can I help you?" she asked, a light French accent tainting her words.

"A brandy, please," John croaked tiredly, fixing his pristine coat and its prominent medals of military status. He took a seat and removed his bicorn hat.

“Then… Cruz, if he was tied up, how could he have come after you?” It hurt, so badly, to see Cruz like this, a mere shell of who he had once been..

"If he.. Would've kust given them what they wanted," his voice wavered between depressed weakness and a hoarse rage, it could never find a balance. "If he would've just… just," he gasped for air.

“What…” She inhaled shakily, licked her dry lips. “What did they want?”