#caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

[annastrxng]

@caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

[brassandblue]

“Could I touch your horse?” (Caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot)

Ben let out a mirthful laugh. “Of course!”

He reached out a hand, so he could lead Thomas to the handsome dark-coated creature for which Ben so lovingly cared.

[cavalrylad]

[caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot] "Why did you lie to me? You taught me how to read. We always played. My father was - was a spy not some heroic solider."

“Be careful accusing people of things, Sprout.” Benjamin tried to caution without snapping, he loved his nephew far too much to raise his voice to him, especially concerning such a delicate matter. “By definition, a spy’s work involves he and his partners preventing anyone else from hearing about it. For that reason, he, myself, and the others in the ring have never spoken a word about what your father did. But - perhaps you should ask him about the skirmish fought in town, or Yorktown. You’d make better headway learning about his wartime activities if you did more than accusing him - or myself - of deceiving you.”

@caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

[unshaven-insane]

"I had a nightmare." (Caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot )

The sound of a little voice behind him so late at night startled him, but when Caleb whipped around to see Thomas standing there, he relaxed. “Oh, Thomas! You snuck up on me, there.” He crossed the room to kneel down so he was an eye level with the young boy. With no blood family left of his own, Caleb considered his friends, who had all risked life and limb and more for each other, to be his family and thus Thomas was family, too. He reached out and ruffled his ‘nephew’s’ hair. “A nightmare, is that right? Well, whatever scary things you dreamed of can’t get you out here, I can promise you that.” He gave him a bright smile. “Now why don’t you tell ol’ Caleb what happened, huh?”

[insatiablevalor]

@caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

Seeing the red coated man made a grin appear on his lips almost immediately . Hewlett taught him so many interesting things about stars and life itself. The solider could have easily been stiff and rude to him. He was a family member now and had been quite the good playmate. “I don’t want to lose you. The war is over but you could stay. I want to learn more about the stars from you.” His tiny arms wrapped tightly around the man. Blue eyes showing the only hint of sadness. “Can we play one more time?”

Edmund adored spending time with children, and most especially with little Thomas. He was a smart for his age and he asked many questions that he had been more than happy to answer for him. Despite his differences that he may have had with the boy’s father, he could never hold any of that against Thomas, because he had nothing to do with any of it. “I wish that I could stay, but alas, I cannot...” he said, his face suddenly pulling into a frown. He really did hate to leave the friends that he had made here... both dead and alive, but America was not his home, an in truth, it never would be. “I could send you one of my books, if you would like--- I know that your mother has been teaching you your letters... maybe one day you could read it and learn more about them?” he offered. “I don’t see why we couldn’t. What would you like to play?”

[ivy-and-oaks]

"I like mister Lafayette , but he's not my papa. I want to call him something. What do you think I should try?" (Caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot )

@caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

Mary tilted her head to the side as she thought over the possibilities. She ran her forefinger over her chin and responded to him saying, “Hm, I’m not quite sure. Perhaps you should call him father, for now, and then you can ask him what he would like you to call him. He would like if you did that.” 

[maryfloydtallmadge]

"Miss floyd, can I trust you with my uncle's heart? It's a very precious thing." [caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot]

Chestnut hues widen with surprise at the strange youngster’s inquiry. Still with an eternally widened smile Mary crouches down to meet his curious gaze. “My dear boy, who may this uncle of yours be?”

After a brief pause she confidently adds, “should I be given a heart, I shall pray to God Almighty, for help. So that I may preserve and honor such a precious gift. I would treat it as if, it were my own and revere it as if, it were the king’s most splendid treasures. For from the heart, my dear child, flows the well-spring of abundant life.” The raven-haired girl gently presses a finger over the boy’s heart in an effort to politely prove her point.

“And what of you dear boy? Has some fair maiden devoted her heart to you?” She softly queries. 

@caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

[smug-quaker-shite]

Define ‘Friend’

@caughtbetweenatorrieandapatriot

"Are you friends with Papa? I've never seen anyone smile at the back of his head like that."

Robert's tight-lipped smile faltered as the voice reached his ears, the query effectively tugging his focus from the retreating Woodhull to anchor firmly on the one standing before him.

"...I suppose you could say I am," he ventured. Associates was the term he'd grown, however reluctantly, the most familiar with, but that was  information better left unshared. Friends, however unusual a concept, was simpler. And more importantly, safer.  “In a manner of speaking.”