roleplay || brief example

taken from a current roleplay with a friend. Generally, I match reply length unless doing a time skip, using multiple characters, setting something up, intros, ect


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The knight let out an apprehensive sigh at Brenner's persistence. There was little time for rest, not when there was sure to be a corrupt army or a swarm of bandits lurking some rivers away; the latter seeming more and more ominous than his former brothers. They had dodged the main roads, sure, but bandits were the scum of the forest, and it was unlikely that there would be a path they did not know. Slow to notice the shift in their positions due to the exhaustion he would have preferred to continue ignoring, Gilbert finally felt the gentle weight nudging him, and the more intense stare focused in his direction. The knight was torn. Not obeying the heir further went against the codes he had already broken, and would inevitably leave him sluggish and more of a hindrance in the event they were found, but submitting meant he wouldn't have a careful watch on the prince for some time.


Standing in silence, his own forest green eyes uncharacteristically holding onto the younger man's gaze, Gilbert could finally feel the weight of the day-long journey and the fight that had proceeded it baring down on him. He had no choice in the matter, after all. Breaking eye contact with a tip of his head, the blonde knight sighed softly once more. "I...understand, sire. Forgive me for making you worry." He could feel the coils of embarrassment tighten in his gut at the realization that had made his prince plead for something, more so than anything else that had happened up until that point. Gilbert tugged the cloak around Brenner's shoulders a bit more firmly before motioning toward the shabby, run down house. "Wait for me inside, your majesty. I'm going to tie Stormbreaker and fetch him some water, then I'll join you." Hesitantly letting his hands fall from the smaller shoulders of the prince in front of him, the knight once again chose not to wait for approval. His words hadn't been a request, after all, but closer to an order for the third time since the castle; his voice focused and unwavering despite the continued inner turmoil.


Tugging at the white steed's reigns, he led the large creature to a crooked fence post some steps away. Securing the leather retainers around the wood, Gilbert gently patted the worn out horse. As if in understanding, Stormbreaker lowered his head, allowing the knight to nudge his own mess of blonde locks against him. "Rest, dear friend. We have a long journey ahead of us." Hushed words falling from his lips, he knelt, tipping a half broken vase with him that had been propped up nearby. Grabbing the full water skin from his waist, he lifted it, dumping half of its contents into the dip of the clay object before fastening it once more. When he woke, there would be much they had to talk about; plans they would have to discuss and knowledge he, himself, would have to share. Weighing even more heavily on the knight's tired shoulders, however, was a single question that he hadn't been able to shake off since the first fires that night. Was this God's wrath, or just his way of testing him?


Reluctant to stray from the prince's side for too long, Gilbert drew in a sharp breath and gave the mount one last pat. Regardless of the answer, he wouldn't turn back now. Returning to the thin door, he ducked inside and attempted to dust off his gloves. "I...humbly apologize for the accommodations once more, sire. I..." It had grown uncomfortably dark inside the small abandoned house, leaving only traces of the moon and stars above that struggled to pour in through cracks and openings in the roof as a dim, almost useless source of light. It was stifling. Worse, however, he had become unsure of Brenner's whereabouts. "Sire?"