Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"I'm sorry…." he whispered, "I don't ever want to chose between the love of my life and one of my best friends. But this way, I'm choosing you both, don't you see? I'll join you when I know he's either… dead… or safe."

"Okay." She whispered, eyes falling down.

Skip?
Ooo, maybe some Bailey n bros?)

(sure!)

~~~

Bailey was sitting at the desk, reading glasses perched on his nose while he flipped through George's finances. A man for numbers as he was, he found it a productive pasttime to take over this aspect of George's life. It made him feel comfortable.

As George passed by the room, he caught sight of his lover. A smile crossed his features as he slipped inside, placing a hand on the other man's shoulder.

He lifted his face, "Hm…?"

"What're you doing?" he asked softly.

"Your finances." Bailey replied, pulling off the glasses. "I'm a few steps away from a job of my own, finally. As a tailor's assistant,"

"That's fantastic," George murmured earnestly, pressing a lingering kiss to Bailey's temple. "And thank you, Bailey.."

He closed his eyes for a moment. "I owe you thanks than you owe I.." Bailey insisted, as usual.

"You owe me nothing," he answered, "Except for a kiss, because I really do want a kiss as of right now."

He relented gladly, offering himself up to George.

George smiled against his lovers lips, leaning closer.

Meanwhile, he set down the papers, gently enough as not to disrupt.

When he finally pulled away, George released a soft exhale. "How are you?"

"Ah.." he had to take a second or two to collect himself, "I'm… Good. Great," a weak smile crossed his freckled face.

"I'm glad," he smiled warmly, straightening his back.

Bailey stood up from the chair, "Would you want to meet the tailor I'll be working for?"

"Of course." George's smile grew a little brighter. "Now?"

"If you're up for it," Bailey replied with his smile.

George nodded, taking a few steps towards the door.

Bailey followed at a relaxed pace, in a light limp. Being a veteran of war, his body would still ache and groan from all the beatings received in that short span of time. As for his hard of hearing, it was easy to get used to the influx of volume.

Ooo, i got an ideaaa
Its a surprise tho)

"I can't sleep," he laughed. "Can I get you anything..?"

(Oh no… I'm scared! XD)

"I'm fine," she replied, gently rubbing his arms.

John shifted to lie back down. He had to speak with a fellow lieutenant tomorrow; a new recruit needing John's guidance. But to his wife's oblivion, he'd check in on Murielle. He wasn't heartless.

Jane adjusted with him, letting out a soft whimper of pain as she slipped back beneath the sheets.

Skip?

Sure!

~~~

John knocked quietly on Murielle's door.

The woman walked over and opened it slowly. A look of pure shock crossed her face. "John? What are you doing here?"

"Checking on you," He answered quietly, messing with his sleeve cuffs. "It'd be cruel of me to abandon a pregnant woman, especially when… when it's my fault," he murmured.