#shotandshell

[resolutevalor]

@shotandshell

It was not often that Caleb was surprised. His varied life had made him capable, adaptable, and ready for anything. He instinctively reached for her hand as she touched him, held back from shaking her off only by her voice. Not only was she an attractive woman, but she had also brought up payment. His grip warmed, wrapping more gently around her forearm.

"Irate lover, husband, or employer?" Caleb asked. The answer would not change his agreement to help her- how could he pass up this opportunity? But, he did wish to know the details if only to better carry out his duties.

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Painted lips purse as a tremor of trepidation coils down her spine. Rose had NEVER done anything of this caliber. As a socialite, such uncomely behaviors could be the source of her permanent ruin.

Cerulean orbs bashfully peer into his, gentler and seemingly empathetic ones. His question is so damnably perceptive that the crimson-haired young woman takes a step backwards in amazement. While typically she despised anyone so presumptuous, Rose clearly didn't mind it from him. Perhaps, on the account of her haste.

Perhaps, this was not uncommon for him, for women to run to him for rescue. "Fiancé in an arranged marriage." A part of her prays she would not have to elaborate on the abuses she had endured at the man's hand. Hockley's pockets ran DEEP, far deeper than her own could ever fathom. Her mother NEEDED this union to fix the debts of her father. "There are times he thinks of me as an employee to control." Rose hesitantly confesses.

"Could you," Rose allows her gaze to swivel about apprehensively, "take me somewhere quieter, if you wish to speak? Please." Her timbre reeked of urgency. As if to prove that she wanted out of the main traffic, she tugs upon his arm. "If he finds us, he'll kill us both-" she intimates.

[hatigave]

@shotandshell pellew   &   archie  :  ❛  you   could   have   been   killed   out   there  !   ❜

❝   i   know   ⎯⎯   ❞   speaks   with   the   kind   of   wonder   found   in   fools   !   feels   the   twinkle   of   joy   as   tangible   as   he   feels   the   drying   blood   on   his   cheek.   takes   stage   fright   in   his   hands   and   spins   it   'round   his   fingers   like   thread.   has   no   more   of   it   now,   makes   it   new   and   calls   it   bravery   instead.   fell   as   a   child   from   the   tree   in   the   garden        ;        knew   then   the   sensation   of   time   standing   still   and   the   body   feeling   truly   alive.   never   learned   how   to   stop   chasing   it,   not   even   now,   when   he   should   shuffle   his   feet   and   his   cheeks   should   be   red   with   shame   rather   than   blood.

should   take   a   moment   to   compose   himself,   to   stop   the   rhythmic   beating   of   his   heart   inside   his   throat   like   a   drum.   to   regain   full   control   of   his   hands,   shaking   with   something   other   than   fright.   feels   twice   the   fool   when   he   can't   stop   smiling,   yet   knows   no   other   way   than   to   face   fleeting   sanity   head   on.   ❝   ⎯⎯   but,   sir,   i   did   no   such   thing,   and   i   only   got   a   few   minor   cuts   in   the   process.   ❞

[annastrxng]

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@enastrcs & @unshaven-insane​ & @shotandshell

[unyieldingvalxr]

@shotandshell​

“All Ben told me was that I’m assigned to you for some secretive detail,” the younger Tallmadge reports. He wracks a hand through his golden strands. “Can’t you tell me anything about it?” He prods, eager to learn what merited being aroused from his slumber at such an hour. 

[lacomandante]

        It had only been on a whim that she had decided to visit the markets; Antonia was loathe to stay indoors, not when there was a new place to explore, and Teresa could hardly fault her for that. Ramon's was not always the most exciting place to stay, and so she scooped her daughter up, kissing her cheek as she squealed with laughter, and headed out the door.

        But she had been foolish enough to take her eyes off of Antonia for one minute- something had caught her eye in a stall, and one moment she was beside her, and the next, she was gone! Teresa cursed herself, and she shouted her name as she spied her waddling off towards the pier.

       "Antonia!" She cried, pushing through the crowd, and Antonia had turned the corner, and panic set within her as she lost sight. But Antonia kept going, her laughter loud as her mama chased her, and it was only until she had crashed into something in front of her did she stop, falling onto her rear with a grunt. She squinted up at the figure before her, the sun bright and blinding, and she blinked. "Baba?"

@shotandshell

[cavalrylad]

@thccourier

Since the debriefing, the pain in his shoulder was blinding. He had been angry, ignoring it and concentrating instead on trying to convince Scott how the ambush was p l a n n e d and they n e e d e d to have friends and agents in New York. His arm now in a sling, shoulder and side throbbing, Benjamin sat on the cot in his tent. He had acquired a bottle of brandy and was draining it quickly, seeking a numbing to the pain there and in his heart. An entire troop of dragoons, HIS dragoons, dead. Sole survivor. And everyone believed it was some sort of fluke. Robert Rogers would pay. The bottle was set aside and Benjamin picked up the bonnet, examining it in the dim lantern light. To the side a letter from his father was folded up and sitting atop the envelope it had been delivered in. There was no mistaking the tone, the “request” or the General’s personal seal.

[resolutevalor]

@shotandshell (Temporarily puts Anna here, because I miss her)

"Caleb?" She gasps in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" She pauses, raking her eyes over his form slowly, assuring herself that he is well before she turns to lecturing. "You know, if he finds you here, we'll both be hanged.'

[annastrxng]

@shotandshell

one of these days we need a plot with Caleb undercover in enemy colors. Just saying.