Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"I love you too, my queen.." John drew a hand down her cheek.

Bailey's face shadowed. "I'm fine!"

"I love you too, my queen.." John drew a hand down her cheek.

"We should leave now," she murmured. "You have to get packed, don't you?"

"I do," a pain flickered across John's face. "I don't want to leave now.."

Bailey's face shadowed. "I'm fine!"

George quieted for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

The man pushed hair from his forehead with a shaking hand. "Pour me another glass."

“Another?” The bartender knew he wasn’t exactly in a place to argue— this was a customer for God’s sake— but he couldn’t help an exclamation of surprise.

"You heard me," Bailey retorted rather unkindly.

George flinched and did as he was told.

"I do," a pain flickered across John's face. "I don't want to leave now.."

"You must," she purred quietly, pain in her voice as well.

Bailey tried to force the contents down like he had the other glassfuls, but halfway through he spat out his mouthful and started to cough.

John pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I must.."

She gazed into his eyes, wanting to stay like this forever…

Time skip for Jandré?

(Sure. To when he's all packed?)

Yep!)

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André set his last case down with te handful of others, sighing slowly. What awaited him on the field was cold weather and the constant threat of bloodshed… what was certain here was peace and Jane. But it was for the greater good that he leaves.

Jane approached him from behind. "Ready?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he replied morosely, turning to face Jane.

"I'll miss you," she whispered. "When will you be back?"

"I don't know. It could be weeks or months," he spoke, "But I will letter you to this address til I find a courier." John promised.

"Come home safe," she said quietly. "Please."

"As always…" He reassured Jane.

Bailey tried to force the contents down like he had the other glassfuls, but halfway through he spat out his mouthful and started to cough.

The bartender reached for a cloth and began to wipe down the counter without a word.

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Bailey pounded on the counter, lifting his rage and grief-flushed face.

"As always…" He reassured Jane.

"I adore you," she murmured.

Bailey pounded on the counter, lifting his rage and grief-flushed face.

“Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” The bartender asked softly, clearly referring to something other than alcohol.

"Mm…" André sighed contently, "I will see you soon,"

"If theres nothing I can do for myself," the man spoke, "then there's nothing you can do for me,"

“I’m sure there’s something,” he insisted quietly, keeping his voice calm and level however difficult it was.