Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Her eyebrows sat lifted, looking vulnerable and speechless, the way her lips sat open and stunned. "Well.." She croaked in a breath.

“Is this..” He was more hesitant now, his fingers playing with a lock of her hair. “Is this okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable..”

"I… I'm so happy I can't feel my feet," she giggled loopily, anchoring herself against him.

Pierre laughed, a soft, gentle sound like the wind over the surface of calm waters. “I—“ His voice caught in his throat. “I have no words to express.. well, everything.”

"Promise me something.." She murmured up to him.

“Anything,” he replied without hesitation.

"Promise me you'll always love me." She murmured, holding his face.

“I thought that was a given,” he told her softly, tracing over the shape of her lips with the rough pads of his fingers. “Of course. But I need you to promise me something too..”

"Yes?" She smiled, stretching those well-moisturized lips.

He pressed his thumb against her lower lip. “I want you to promise me that you’ll call for me if you get hurt. I want to be by your side.”

She kissed his hand lightly, "You have my word…"

Pierre crushed her to his chest in a tight embrace, his arms winding their way around her body.

She grunted loudly when his arms shoved the breath from her. "Good God, Pierre!" She laughed.

He laughed too, holding her to him. “I can’t help it!”

"Well, I love you too, you bear." She chuckled sweetly.

Her words stirred up something within him, kindled a fire in his eyes. She loves me..

Edonine pulled away from him, but her fingertips caught his as she pulled him to the kitchen.

Pierre allowed her to tow him behind her, smiling breathlessly.

Edonine let his hand go to get back to what she was doing earlier– making apple pie. "I wanted it to be done before you got here, but.. I had to clean the makeup off and unwind the binding and change.."

Pierre realized suddenly the extent of what she was going for him— she was changing the shape of her body just to put herself in danger so that they could be closer. Guilt crashed down on his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her softly.

"Can you slice apples?" She asked him over her slender, freckled shoulder. The necklines of this era, compared to 2018, were very revealing of the bust.

He nodded, taking hold of a kitchen knife. His eyes lingered on her, a smile forming on his lips.

Strangely, her socially-unacceptably short hair seemed to actually flatter the form of her shoulders instead of curtain them away. He could see their strength from years of climbing trees and harvesting. Her strength was one thing– her endurance, on the other hand..

Pierre’s heart panged, and he extended the same offer to her as he had to Francis. “I could help you train— we can go running in the mornings if you want—“ He stepped closer to her as he chopped apples, his shoulder grazing hers.

That made a smile flutter across her face. "Mm.. Mhm."

Her smile was infectious, and easily spread to his face. Feeling the need to be closer to her, he finished chopping the apple slices and lay both hands on her shoulders, tugging her close. “Anything else you need me to do?”

Edonine let the apples and the knife go to let herself be pulled to him. "Can you roll dough?" She asked softly.

Pierre wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her backwards into his chest and murmuring his answer in her ear. “I think so..”

"Let me see you try." She dared.

"Well, to myself I'm not a noteworthy man," he commented.

“Well, to myself I’m not a noteworthy woman,” she retorted playfully.