Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

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

She nodded and hurried away to double check for him.

John's eyes drifted leftwards. Thoughts of his wife, they drifted in like insence, a sweet smell to ephemeral to grab hold of. At this point in his new career, just a month in without his pregnant wife to care and worry for, how badly he was already falling apart..

Mirelle returned proudly, holding a bottle. "One," she said, motioning to the label. "The only one."

"Excellent," he say back up to attention. "I uh, need a glass,"

"Right," she said quickly, blushing as she got him the item.

He smiled a little softer.

She returned with a wine glass and handed it to him. "Do you mind if I…" She motioned to the seat next to him.

"Not at all," he replied candidly.

She sat beside him and brushed her hair behind her ear.

He took a long drawl of wine, and sighed deeply.

She bit her lip. "You don't think that… we could still keep in touch? As friends?"

"I don't think it would be too outrageous…" John spoke.

Mirelle sighed with relief. "I wasn't sure what you would say."

"I'm not a cold man," he replied empathetically.

"I know," she replied quietly. "Is it my fault – about your best friend?"

He looked down. "You did nothing wrong," he whispered. "He warned me not to come here in the first place.."

"Oh…" Mirelle said softly. "Since he knew you were married, yes?"

"Yes," he breathed slowly. "And, you were so. Tempting," he sipped his wine, "To drunk man.."

She blushed. "I didn't know you were married."

He rotated the glass in his hands, "I know.."

"Would you like some more?"

"One more," he spoke, "And not another after,"

She nodded and filled his glass again before handing it back to him.

John took his time drinking it. He spent most of it watching the fireplace.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured. "Beautiful and dangerous."

"I used to watch the fireplace for hours when I was little," he spoke softly. "Imagine creatures from the shapes of the flame,"

She giggled quietly. "What creatures do you see now?"

"Bears," he spoke quietly, muted with focus, "Swans,"

"Hm…" she hummed thoughtfully.

"What about you?" John spoke. "What do you see, Murielle?"