The chicken strutted away obliviously.
Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]
Pierre inhaled deeply, the aftereffects of his dream still lingering. Almost panicked, he looked through the window at the sky– but it was clear, almost cloudless.
"Delta!" Edonine suddenly burst into laughter. After last night, a sweeter sound edged that noise.
I hope Santa's secretary didnt die xD )
You n e e d to listen to Prospekt's March by Coldplay. Makes me think of the revolutionary war soldiers and what they were thinking before battle. Its really pretty )
(oof yeah
I'll listen to it in the morning!)
The warm laugh cut through his reverie, bringing the present sharply back into focus. Carefully, he got out of bed and headed towards the noise.
Edonine cooed at her bird, giving little kisses to the top of his head. When she was done, Delta lifted his head and "kissed" her nose, making the noise over and over.
Leaning against the doorframe, Pierre smiled, inhaling. “Good morning”
Edonine lifted her head. Her wickedly long hair was condensed into a bun this morning. "How did you sleep?"
Pierre seesawed a hand, still smiling. “And you?”
"Better than usual," she spoke, sliding an egg onto a plate for Pierre.
“That’s good.” He approached her carefully, the events of the previous night still fresh in his mind.
Edonine handed him his plate. She brushed a few wisps of hair from her face. "Fresh eggs. Enjoy,"
“Thank you,” he said warmly, offering her a gentle smile. He sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for her to join him.
She plated an egg for herself and came to sit across from him.
Pierre picked up his fork. “What time did you wake?”
"Right after the sun, as usual," she replied.
Pierre nodded, recalling how similar his schedule had been to hers before the accident. Suddenly, a thought struck him. “My superiors— have they sent any letters?”
"Ah… No," she replied.
Im so excited for when he leaves )
(Same omg)
Pierre nodded, a slight frown on his face. They were going to call him back, right?
She sipped her orange juice, her eyes flickered away. A strange look flickered over her face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly, searching her face. Had he said something wrong?
"Nothing," this was a different glance than last night. Like… She was hiding something.
It was clear that she was covering something up, but he was reluctant to pry. Even so, he couldn’t help but repeat his questions. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged this time. Delta bobbed his head.
He let out a small sigh, seeing that she wasn't going to say. "Is it something I did? If it is, I want to apologize."
"No, you're fine, Pierre," she replied.
He dropped the subject, nodding. "Is there anything you need help with today? I could wash the dishes."
"Um, Ive got a lot of dusting to do." She spoke. "If you want to do that while I harvest some apples,"
Pierre nodded quickly, feeling as if he owed her at least that after his horrible mistake last night. "Definitely. I'll do my best not to break anything," he added humorously.