Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

(I'm bAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!)

The soldier's eyes fluttered shut.

Jane tasted the whiskey on his breath. She ran her fingers through his soaked hair. She leaned into the kiss.

He lifted a hand against her chest and pushed her off of him. The fog of whiskey was thick, and curse him as his rational self panicked and out distance between him and potential for love. "Ic— I can't, I uh," John breathed. For as much as the idea of unrequited love haunted him with beautiful hopes, the real life encounter of it made his heart burn with fear. He never knew why. There was nothing more frustrating than this paradox.

Jane gasped. She lowered her gaze, ashamed. "I'm sorry, I… I shouldn't have…"

He gripped the seat of his chair. "I've never been kissed before.." John admitted. Still drunk, he felt more openly honest.

"N-Neither have I," she replied shakily. "Did… Did I not do it right?"

"You did fine," Great, actually, "I.. I've.. I don't know hiw to deal with.. Women," he laughed pitifully.

"As I said before, I think you'll like me."

He smiled softly, "Can I walk you home?"

“I would love that,” she said, her smile returning.

The drunken man stood up, swaying a little on his feet, and offered a hand to her.

She took his hand and nearly tripped getting up. She fell into him and giggled.

"Woah," he laughed, "Careful," John began to pull her towards the door, picked up his red coat he'd left outside and draped it around her shoulders to protect her from the rain.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she giggled, following his lead.

(Most used word on this rp: giggle/giggled/giggling)

Annalise paid for the small loaf, splitting it up for her brothers and wrapping the rest in a handkerchief. "There you go, boys."

Lol.)

The broad-shouldered man laughed happily, "I just realized, ma'am, I dunno where you live,"

Jane stumbled through the rain. She pointed down a road that held very few, but wealthy looking houses. “Down here.”

"Oh my," he commented at the grandeur of the homes, walking quickly that way with a hand on her back to hurry along.

“What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly.

"Nothing, in comparison to yours, my home seems like a dainty birdhouse," he breathed.

Jane pulled him along, “Let’s go!”

"Okay!" He laughed, wiping raindrops off his eyelashes.

(Good morning
I ship this so much)

((Good morning
We all do))

Goodmorning! What happened to everyone else?)

((Annalise fed her brothers and that all I've got))

Oo! One of her brothers could try to be like her and find food and get tangled up with Andre and Jane's storyline )

((!!Yes!!))

"Okay!" He laughed, wiping raindrops off his eyelashes.

Jane stomped through the rain, pulling John behind her. She stopped when she got to her house, one of the biggest houses on the street. "Here. Come in," she said, continuing to pull him.