Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

He kneaded his fingers into his cheek. "Dunno if I can,"

"Just lay back," he soothed. "Close your eyes. I'll be in my room if you need me– or I can stay here."

Peter smiled subtly. John was back to being himself.

André cleared his throat, cast a look to the horizon, and his eyes lit up. "Fire!" He barked urgently. "Clinton! Clinton, they're here, on the horizon!"

"Stay." The commander murmured.

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Peter raised his gun and aimed at the oncoming Patriots. The moment "Fire!" left John's lips, Peter pulled the trigger on his gun, taking out one of the enemies.

An explosion of gun and cannonfire followed, and the distant yelling of Patriots ringed in the air. In return, their retaliation. A bullet shot the soldier next to Peter in the shoulder, and made blood spatter across Peter's cheek.

Peter ducked down and did a quick examination of the solider. He wiped the blood off his own cheek then stood to fire again.

"Foire!" An irish-accented soldier cried and fired the cannon nearby—the entire balcony trembled with the shock of it.

Peter flinched for a moment while reloading his gun. He brought it up swiftly again and fired.

"Stay." The commander murmured.

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Wow, this body drawing practice is WORKING lol )

(akjhs thank youu
I'm so excited to see it! I'll probably print it out and hang it on my wall, xD)

George nodded, gesturing first towards the armchair across from Bailey and then to a free spot on the couch beside him. "Where should I sit?"

Peter flinched for a moment while reloading his gun. He brought it up swiftly again and fired.

André came flying back. His face was red, as was many men's, with breathlessness. He scooped up his gun to fire, muttering rapidly under his breath as the patriots began mowing down redcoats on the ground.

"Stay." The commander murmured.

(OMG MACHA LOOKS H O T )
Wow, this body drawing practice is WORKING lol )

(akjhs thank youu
I'm so excited to see it! I'll probably print it out and hang it on my wall, xD)

George nodded, gesturing first towards the armchair across from Bailey and then to a free spot on the couch beside him. "Where should I sit?"

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"Surprise me," the ex-commander grunted.

With a slight raise of his eyebrow, he settled beside the other man. "Surprised?"

George's reply made the briefest twitch of a smile cross Bailey's lips. "Sure."

A smile of his own lit up George's face. "Did I get the ever-stoic Bailey to smile? Could it be possible?"

He puckered his lips briefly, the universal expression of a stifled smile. "Stop,"

George's smile only grew. "Come on, smile again. Just a little one? For me?"

Bailey gave him a skeptical look. Yet, it seemed his hard cover was wavering.

"Come on…" he persisted, giving a tilt of his head. "Please?"

The smallest smile tinged Bailey's face.

“Yes!” George grinned and pumped a fist. “Success!”

He looked away from George, feeling self conscious.

George blinked, confusion passing across his features. Had he done something wrong?

"Why do you want me to smile?" Bailey asked.

He blinked again. "Because… smiling is a sign of happiness, and I want you to be happy?" Didn't Bailey know that?

He shifted his lips, looking down. "Huh.."

"Is that.. not something you want me to do?" he asked tentatively.

"I'm not used to it," Bailey replied, keeping his eyes down.

"Oh…" George fell silent after a moment. "I'm sorry."

He rubbed his hands together like he was washing them. "I'm not used to being cared for either, so. Adjustment on both parties.. I.. Suppose.." He trailed off.

“Yeah..” George cleared his throat awkwardly.