Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"I think if I ever became a parent," she began tactfully, "I'd like to build a house. Or have one built, a big one."

John just kind of stared at Peter. Both expecting no and some response.

Eventually, Peter looked over at him. "What do you want?"

"I think if I ever became a parent," she began tactfully, "I'd like to build a house. Or have one built, a big one."

“Is this your way of being subtle?” he chuckled, ruffling her hair.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

"I think if I ever became a parent," she began tactfully, "I'd like to build a house. Or have one built, a big one."

“Is this your way of being subtle?” he chuckled, ruffling her hair.

"Yeah," she stifled a girlish laugh.

“You know you can just ask me, right?” he laughed, gazing at her fondly.

Edonine looked forward, and shrugged playfully.

He sighed, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Your wish is my command.”

"Shhh.." she urged, her blush mingling with the flush of sweat in the hot spring day.

Pierre chuckled until his breath, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

Edonine peered up. The sound of birdsong trilled just under the sound of shuffling feet and clanking weaponry, the sound of heavy breathing soldiers and the buzz of insects. She almost forgot, over the stretch of unforgiving winter, how much she missed the ambiance. Edonine would have never thought she'd miss getting sunburnt.

Pierre had never been able to fully appreciate the beauty of nature on these long treks. His mind had always been elsewhere, buzzing with plans and new information, plagued by memories and guilt. So he kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on each step he took rather than the birds and the sunlit scene.

Their new camp overlooked the Delaware river nestled on the border between Pennsylvania and New Jersey. They settled in a clipped field just on the outskirts of a tiny farming town. All sorts of animals ran free range: goats, chickens, cats, dogs, and children, if you dislike them enough. For Edonine's convincing male disguise, "Francis" seemed to catch the ogling eye of a handful of available, unknowing teenage girls. Edonine even played the part for her own humor, giving them a brisk wave.

Pierre was caught between laughing to himself and being jealous. He decided on a middle ground—also known as teasing ‘Francis’ relentlessly.
“Quite the lady’s man, hm?”

"Who knew being feminine was so handsome?" Francis replied with a knowing smirk.

“They just like you because you look that age..” he muttered, “If Cruz were here—“ Pierre cut himself off abruptly.

Edonine's expression fell, at the mention of the Spaniard.

“Never mind. How old are those girls? Fifteen?” he tried to change the subject.

"Probably," Francis exhaled, taking a deep breath to try and hurdle the hard topic.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"Probably," Francis exhaled, taking a deep breath to try and hurdle the hard topic.

Pierre bit the inside of his cheek and looked away.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"For.. for doing that. For barging in," he mumbled.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"For.. for doing that. For barging in," he mumbled.

He looked away. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your cheating sex. Better?" he snapped.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"Do you need help setting up our tent?" She asked.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"For.. for doing that. For barging in," he mumbled.

He looked away. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your cheating sex. Better?" he snapped.

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

Peter watched him go and went back to working with his gun.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"Do you need help setting up our tent?" She asked.

“Only if you want to,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind if you rest.”

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

Peter watched him go and went back to working with his gun.

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