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Interesting. Thanks for researching! You’re more dedicated to this RP than I am….lol
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@rae You’re good!! <3 I know practically nothing about Horses, so your notes are eye opening haha
@trailblazer ooh, tysm for doing the research!!! Very helpful! 😊@freedomwriter76
The number of things I Google when I’m curious….. lol
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Hudson
Hudson glanced around at the exquisitely decorated tables, and then looked for their host and hostess.
“I assume Mrs. Baumann will seat us when she recovers from the tablecloth incident,” he surmised. “I do hope she hasn’t been too deeply wounded by the loss.” Although in all honesty, Hudson couldn’t see why anyone would be so concerned about a tablecloth.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
Reuben
“Deeply wounded indeed,” Reuben scoffed. “If that tablecloth meant the world to her, then maybe she shouldn’t have it.”
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@trailblazer ikr? Same XD
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Almost just tagged myself by mistake lol.
Hudson
“Material possessions mean a great deal to many people,” Hudson observed. “Perhaps it won’t hurt her too badly to realize that life is more than the expensive articles she can collect.”
Before Reuben could reply, Mr. Baumann re-entered the hall.
Freedom, do you want to RP Heinrich making an announcement or something?
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How about we bring back this RP? 😜
Heinrich
Heinrich entered the hall, wearing a smile he didn’t want to wear but had to.
Fury bubbled beneath the surface, but he didn’t let it show.
“I believe it is time for us to begin the evening festivities. I request that everyone begin to settle in the dining hall for dinner.”
Hans
Hans began unhooking Night from the saddle on his back, finally back in the stables with Anna after riding.
“That was fun!”
Hans smiled gently and looked down at his seven-year-old brother, who had accompanied him on the ride back to the stables. Snuck out of the house, Hans could only guess.
Anna smiled at Himmler, unlatching Star.
“It was,” Hans tousled Himmler’s curls, “and you made it more fun.”
Himmler giggled and grabbed Hans’ hand.
“There you two are. Oh, and you got Anna involved too.”
Hans turned around at the sound of his older brother’s clipped tone. “Felix-”
“Father will be calling for dinner any minute now…probably already has, and you’re out here riding, alone with a young woman? You know what people will say if they find out, and you know what father will do-”
“What? Beat me? Let him go on ahead,” Hans slammed down the saddle with a loud thud, no longer caring that Anna was listening to the conversation, “after all, he’s done it a thousand times already. What’s one more time? I’m not afraid of him.”
“Hans-”
“What? Are we going to keep it a secret forever? Maybe Anna deserves to hear…maybe she deserves to know the monster that’s hosting this party-”
“Stop being a fool-”
“And maybe if everyone knows, Father will finally get what he deserves! Maybe you’re the fool, Felix-!”
A harsh slap silenced the rest of Hans’ words. Himmler whimpered and hid behind Anna, clinging to her dress. Hans stared blankly at his brother, shocked…furious.
“Get inside, or Father will make sure you regret it.” Felix whispered. He turned on his heel and marched out of the stables, marching back to the house.
Fury coursed through his veins.
Himmler quietly stepped over. Hans lifted Himmler into his arms and held him close, burying his face in Himmler’s light brown curls.
The fury dissipated, instead replaced by…helplessness.
He’d never be free. He’d never stop falling.
…And no one would ever care.
Hans slowly rose his head; he turned to face Anna, his vision blurred by tears. “…We should get back to the house…”
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Y’all, Hans is hurting me right nowðŸ˜ðŸ˜
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Okay I know I say I’m crying a lot on here (even though most of the time I’m really not I just feel like it) but seriously my eyes may or may not be watering
The poor boy
Anna
She watched Hans make his way out of the barn, she saw the pain in his eyes. She wondered if she should say anything, do anything, but what could her words or actions do?
Finally, as Hans had reached the end of the large barn, she spoke. “I’m sorry,”
He turned, looking at her with his tear-stained eyes.
“My parents would never do such a thing to me or my siblings, I truly never realized how lucky I am.” she caught up to him and Himmler, not sure if she say more about the subject or change it. “Thank you for taking me riding, I only wish I had known the consequences of it, or I might have not accepted,”
She felt horrid that her fun time might cost Hans a beating and maybe even Himmler.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneUgh, most of my Historical fic charries are 20th century or 21st century…I’m gonna have to dig
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I do have a fantasy prince who might fit in, but i don’t think ya’ll want a fantasy character here…
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@rae My characters are 20th century too, I just altered them a bit to make them 19th century characters, haha, but they’re still overall the same, so you could do something similar!
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Yay, we’re back!
I literally just created a whole new family of characters lol. I might end up turning it into an actual story if I feel like it.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
Alright…I’m gonna call my Cole from the ashes of my life where he lies, brush him off, and shine his medals.
Cole was my hero as a young child, he did every brave deed I could think up, in a WWII setting. I don’t remember him much, since when I hit the mark of ten or so, I waved goodbye to him and many others.
Cole has black hair, and deep brown eyes. He’s tall and in fit, athletic condition.
He’ll be wearing black and white riding gear (he can’t stand dress clothes, especially ties XD) his boots will be splattered in mud.
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