Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Bailey rest his chin on his palm. He tapped the side of his cheek, watching George with an absent stare while something else took over his thoughts.

George hummed at he scrubbed at their plates, rocking gently from side to side.

Bailey's gaze flickered down to the table, and his lips tightened into a thin pink line.

Finished, George turned around, his soft him faltering as he saw the expression on the other man's face. "Bailey? Are you alright?"

It seemed he couldn't bring himself to reply. The tapping on his face had stopped, and he was stone still. The only movement from his eyes. Glassy, flicking. Afraid, of somesort—something.

"Bailey?" he repeated, concern leaking into his voice. He came around the side of the table and crouched next to the man, biting his lip.

When George crouched, and his ankles popped, Bailey flung an arm and seized the butter knife at his side. By the time he realized what his body had done—luckily no damage was done, physically, but he was holding a butter knife towards George's throat. Sweat glistened on his forehead.
"Oh."

( ptsd much, bailey

(poor bb):

George fell backwards, scrambling to his feet. His heart pounded furiously, mind not making the connection between what had happened and who had done it for a second. "B-Bailey?"

He bit his lip and tossed the knife back on the table. Body stiff, Bailey stood abruptly and left the kitchen. Behind him huffs of breath. An indentation left in the atmosphere. One of distress and violence and it followed.

What just– Dazed, George stumbled after, one hand pressed to his throat. "Bailey?"

The commander made a bee line straight to the guest room, to hide away from his uncontrollable reflex.

George half-tripped, half-ran after, managing to grab hold of the man’s arm just before he entered his room.

He plucked a few to drop into his fresh tea.

Jane sighed and sat down, sipping her tea elegantly. "So how do you know John?" she asked, trying to start a polite conversation.

"Saved my life last year," James replied, taking a seat as well. "Rebels had mr tied, ready to slit my throat, and here he comes,"

"Oh, wow," Jane breathed. "It was very fortunate he was there."

"Extremely lucky," he echoed Jane. "Memory still haunts me,"

She nodded, holding her teacup with both hands.

He sipped briefly, "John left you here all by yourself's?"

George half-tripped, half-ran after, managing to grab hold of the man’s arm just before he entered his room.

He sipped briefly, "John left you here all by yourself's?"

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I can handle myself just fine."

George half-tripped, half-ran after, managing to grab hold of the man’s arm just before he entered his room.

Bailey jumped, luckily kept himself from almost hurting George again. His expression looked wounded. "What're you doing?"

He sipped briefly, "John left you here all by yourself's?"

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I can handle myself just fine."

"It's dangerous for a Tory," he spoke with a deep breath. "Up in Long Island, cankt tell you how many women've been violated," his eyes flickered down.

He sipped briefly, "John left you here all by yourself's?"

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I can handle myself just fine."

"It's dangerous for a Tory," he spoke with a deep breath. "Up in Long Island, cankt tell you how many women've been violated," his eyes flickered down.

Jane pressed her lips together. "I appreciate you being concerned for my safety," she said softly.

He looked back up. "I could request someone stay and keep you safe?"

George half-tripped, half-ran after, managing to grab hold of the man’s arm just before he entered his room.

Bailey jumped, luckily kept himself from almost hurting George again. His expression looked wounded. "What're you doing?"

“I’m—“ George looked extremely confused. “I’m worried about you. You ran off— please don’t retreat into your room.”

Bailey looked down. Sideways for a while, then back at George. "I apologize," he mumbled. With his face tilted down some in a manner of shame, it pulled his hair across the sides of his face.

He looked back up. "I could request someone stay and keep you safe?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I… I'm not sure."

"Well, you can't lose by being too safe," James pointed out. "It's the least I can do to thank you, is make sure you stay alive," he half laughed.

Bailey looked down. Sideways for a while, then back at George. "I apologize," he mumbled. With his face tilted down some in a manner of shame, it pulled his hair across the sides of his face.

"It's fine," he said quickly. "I just- what happened?"

Bailey wiped a hand down his face. "I don't know."

"Come back to the kitchen," George coaxed, "And we can talk."

Bailey stepped out of the doorway, eyes flitting like nervous blue-jays. "I'm finding myself becoming easiler more startled. More.. Uneasy, since leaving,"