Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

She chuckled quietly, "Thank you."

Pierre finished off his eggs, ravenous. When he was done, he glanced back up at her. "Thank you for the meal."

"My pleasure," she replied cordially.

Pierre brought his plate to the sink, unsure what the protocol was in this house.

"Just leave it there. I gotta bring in a basin of fresh water," she spoke, chewing her last piece of egg.

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Pierre nodded, setting the plate down gently.

"Question," she spoke, after she stood up.

Pierre turned to face her. "Yes?"

She inhaled slowly, "What is war like?"

His smile faltered before vanishing entirely. Casting his eyes downwards, he spoke. "When I say bloodbath people don't take it as literally as I mean it. There's blood– there's blood everywhere when you're done." He swallowed. "It seems to last forever when you're on the field but when you're done, it's just blurred together with the other battles. I wish– I wish it was the same for the people I've killed. I remember them all. It's– It's constant panic, you're trying to stay calm and shoot precisely, but bullets are flying all around you and—" Here, Pierre stopped completely, doing his best to keep it together as images raced through his head. "It haunts you forever. Each win feels like a loss."

Her eyes downturned. "You want to go back to that?"

Pierre opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. For a beat, he was silent. "Yes. If Britain won't set America free, then we need to make the king surrender. I'm fighting for the belief that we should be free. The end reward– I can't stand back while others work to make us independent."

"What makes up living things?" He asked her in response.

Jane licked her lips, then looked him in the eyes. "It's most surely more than one thing… but I think I've figured out which two fight for our attention the most. Harmony and violence."

Edonine nodded slowly.

John's eyes softened. "I admire you."

Pierre cleared his throat, turning away.

John's eyes softened. "I admire you."

Jane was, for once, rendered speechless. "Do… Do you really?" she sputtered.

"Well…" Edonine whispered. "I'll make the modt of your time out of harms way, I suppose.."

Pierre paused, not fully grasping the meaning of her whispered words. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you won't stay here forever, so I'll make of it what I can."

John smiled a little wider. "I admire the way you see the world.. So graciously,"

John smiled a little wider. "I admire the way you see the world.. So graciously,"

"Gracious isn't the word I would use," she said thoughtfully.

"What word then?" He asked in a coo.

"More like…" She hesitated, unsure of what word she wanted to use.

He restrd an arm around her shoulders while she searched her brain for the right word.

"I'm not sure whether to say hopeful or faithful," she whispered.

"Why not both?" The redcoat responded.

"Why not," she retorted, her smile spreading to her twinkling eyes.

He leaned his head down and kissed her ear.