le-bayard-polonaise

[le-bayard-polonaise]

*hugs her tightly* It's okay to be tired sometimes. You don't always have to be adventerous. Sometimes we all need a rest. Would you like to do something to get your mind off bad things or would you prefer if we just sit together in silence?

*Emilka covered herself with a blanket and sat down somewhere by the fireplace*

I'm so tired... I don't want any more adventures... I just want someone to hug me.

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Can I do something to help you feel better? Would you like a hug?

*Emilka covered herself with a blanket and sat down somewhere by the fireplace*

I'm so tired... I don't want any more adventures... I just want someone to hug me.

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Do you accept pats on the head?

[le-bayard-polonaise]

*Pepi kneels beside her*

Hi, Emilka. What's wrong? What's worrying my little sister?

*Emilka covered herself with a blanket and sat down somewhere by the fireplace*

I'm so tired... I don't want any more adventures... I just want someone to hug me.

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Eeeeeeaaaaaaeeeeeee

Anon, are you okay?

Same honestly

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Jak to na wojence ładnie, Kiedy ułan z konia spadnie.

Koledzy go nie żałują, Jeszcze końmi potratują.

Rotmistrz z listy go wymaże, Wachmistrz trumnę zrobić każe.

A za jego trudy, prace Hejnał zagrają trębacze.

A za jego młode lata Trąbka zagra tra-ta-ta-ta.

A za jego trudy, znoje Wystrzelą mu trzy naboje.

A za jego krwawe rany Dołek w ziemi wykopany.

Tylko grudy zaburczały, Chorągiewki zafurczały.

Śpij, kolego, twarde łoże, Zobaczym się jutro może.

Śpij, kolego, bo na wojnie Tylko w grobie jest spokojnie.

Śpij, kolego, w ciemnym grobie, Niech się Polska przyśni tobie!

Jesus Christ...

Again?

Don't be a coward! Show yourself if you are so brave to mess with me

[le-bayard-polonaise]

*Hands him a handmade heart-shaped card with a poem, and hugs him tenderly*

Happy Valentine's Day, dear Pepi! I love you so much with a sisterly love.

- Emilka @the-little-miss-poet

Thank you very much Emilka!

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Wszystko dobrze...

*The prince can barely breathe but it appears they are safe now. After a while they leave the forest. Pepi prefers not to think about what happened to horses, having many killed under him, he is still not used to losing his friends. After all he should be greatful for surviving – his and Emilka's.

But he knows someday he will have to face demons of the past*

Hm, how about making pierogi? That was a stressful day

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Yes, yes I did... Of course I did

*He doesn't sound convincing but doesn't want to frighten Emilka even more. He feels her heart beating so fast, like a bird that wants to fly away.*

We will go back home, okay? We are safe...

*He doesn't finish. Something is behind him, crawling from the thick fog. He doesn't remember the fog. It wasn't there 5 minutes ago.*

We have to—

*he feels a hand touching his head*

RUN

*He doesn't let Emilka go. He can carry her at least to a bit safer place*

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Hello i'm tight pants anon. Isn't it a bit painful to wear such tight pants?

No I sometimes take them off

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Co to ma być what the fuck why is my chest so big also in my humble opinion I look better

Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła ale ja chyba zaraz zginę

Sprites of Napoleon's Marshals from weird mobile games: Prince Józef Poniatowski (?)

Why did they do this to Pepi? I ask WHY? Dlaczego? It looks like a very bad AI generated image.

@le-bayard-polonaise i to "jeszcze Polska nie zginęła" 💀

[le-bayard-polonaise]

OOC: I will answer everything on sunday or monday I'm currently doing school stuff which makes me very busy

[le-bayard-polonaise]

His horses must have gotten scared because he doesn't see them where they were suppossed to be standing. Suddenly he hears a familiar voice.

"Emilka, here you are!"

He picks her up and knows he has to be brave for her. They can do anything they won't to him but if they hurt Emilka...

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

I think we need to ask him @bayard-de-la-garde !!!

I wonder if it's true that Monsieur Bessiéres lays kinder surprise eggs... This thought haunts me!

[le-bayard-polonaise]

*Pepi wants to cry but he knows he can't. He is there with a child how the hell could he let himself cry im front of a child?*

*He enters the thick bushes. It appears that this-sure-is-not-ghost is hiding in them although prince doesn't know much about paranormal activity. Romanticism in his country didn't start until 1822 that's not his fault!*

*Footprints. He sees footprints and they sure aren't his nor Emilka's. The person who left them wasn't wearing any shoes. He breaths smoke in, feeling like some sort of detective and leans towards them. They are fresh. Someone was walking barefoot in the middle of winter. A ghost? Can it be?*

*He hears a branch crack and he's sure he didn't step on anything. In fact he is standing still like a pillar of salt. If he turns back to see what it was he might as well become one.*

Hmmm *he things aloud*

*The branch cracks louder*

POKAŻ SIĘ GŁUPI ŚMIECIU

*He then feels a sudden hit to the head*

Brrrr... Do you think I will be scared of your childlish behavior?

*He starts laughing although he doesn't feel like it.*

Augh!

*Something sharp cuts his hand, not deeply but enough to make a little stream od blood appear.*

Do you think this is funny?

*He doesn't expect any answers and nearly screams hearing a voice say*

Maybe I do

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Awwww dziękuję!

Dobrze mieć starszego brata. On jest duży tak jak tata, taki mądry i dorosły, nawet wąsy mu urosły!

W co się bawić on pokaże, uczy mnie grać na gitarze, odprowadzi dziś do szkoły, jest przystojny i wesoły.

Czasem mówi, że przeszkadzam, ale ja się z tym nie zgadzam, jestem przecież jego siostrą, tylko małą, niedorosłą…

Starszy brat to świetna sprawa z nim wspaniała jest zabawa! Ja też kiedy już urosnę, chcę się zmienić w starszą siostrę!

@le-bayard-polonaise Dziękuję że jesteś, Pepi!

[le-bayard-polonaise]

B E H Y I O N U D

Łąka gdzie pachnie goździkiem kartuzkiem suchym brnie para bodziewiem młody oficer armii francuskiej a kto dziewczyna?

AAA!

What the fuck??????????????

Romantic poetry ghost?????? @the-little-miss-poet