More Edonierre!)
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Edonine prodded Pierre's armpit to wake him up.
(Eyyy)
Pierre groaned, shifting in his sleep. Still deep in his slumber, he mumbled her name, dark locks of messy hair falling in front of his eyes.
Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]
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André grunted in response, and curled his arms under her head. Stayong mindful of her hair, of course.
Jane deepened the kiss even more and let her fingers work around to the back of his neck and up into his hair.
"Pierre, wake up.." She spoke softly.
Pierre’s eyes opened, slowly, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
"Goodmorning.." She murmured, casting an arm across his chest. Sunlight pressed against the backs of the curtains, making the dark fabric glow amber.
Pierre tugged her closer, touching his nose to hers. “Mm g’morning…”
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André grunted in response, and curled his arms under her head. Stayong mindful of her hair, of course.
Jane deepened the kiss even more and let her fingers work around to the back of his neck and up into his hair.
Edonine sighed deeply, letting out a small whine of content. "Did you sleep well…?"
“Mm, I did..” he murmured in response. “Did you?”
John sighed with content, helpless to a little laughter.
"I did," Edonine replied. "Its nice to have a source of constant warmth,"
“Agreed..” Still submerged in a sleepy fog, Pierre let out a small yawn.
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John sighed with content, helpless to a little laughter.
When she was satisfied, her fingers slowly unraveled from his hair and lingered on his chest. Slowly, she undid the first button on his shirt.
(Are you guys going to skip……?)
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(Yeah, don't worry! ;D)
XD
Edonine reached a hand to push his hair behind his ear.
Y e e t skip for Andrane. Skip to when theyre done?)
Edonine reached a hand to push his hair behind his ear.
He sighed, long and deep. "What time is it?"
"I have no clue. Past seven, surely." She replied.
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Y e e t skip for Andrane. Skip to when theyre done?)
(Okie!)
"Mph, do we have to get up….?" He just wanted to stay there, closed in a bubble of hazy warmth, forever. Forget the war, forget the bloodshed…
"Mph, do we have to get up….?" He just wanted to stay there, closed in a bubble of hazy warmth, forever. Forget the war, forget the bloodshed…
"Mph, do we have to get up….?" He just wanted to stay there, closed in a bubble of hazy warmth, forever. Forget the war, forget the bloodshed…
"Not until we get hungry," she replied in a soft chuckle.
"Good…" He tanged his fingers in her hair, pressing his hand to the back of her neck. "You're so warm…"
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André held Jane ontop of his chest, where she could reap the most of their combined warmth, and where he felt he could protect the woman best he could– safely tucked in his arms. His breath made her rise and fall, and the repetitive rise and fall, he hoped, would help her sleep.
"Mm, I know." Edonine chuckled.
And suddenly, he was afraid that every place he touched it, her sunkissed skin would tear beneath his fingers. He was scared, of hurting her, of doing something irreparable, of breaking something he couldn't fix. He loved her, of course he did, but what if it harmed her? His mind ran in paranoid circles.
"Pierre?" Edonine spoke, noticing a sudden glass fog over his eyes. "What're you thinking about..?"