THEIR BACKYARD GARDEN is in full sight, flowers arranged neatly and hens littering the space as they’ve been set loose by his younger siblings. her soothing insights reach his ears, and he heeds very carefully, the DILIGENT son he strives to be– and meets the wisdom with a puzzled look, “…i don’t know really what you mean by that, ma.” he holds his head down in shame, he doesn’t like to admit that there are some things beyond his comprehension– that usually DISAPPOINTS his father. his mother, he only hopes she’s more lenient. he’s pulling up weeds, other hand petting a loose hen before shooing her away– “…what do you mean by that?”
❛ john! ❜ at the sight of the man in her home, her eyes lit up, and he was engulfed in a hug. she had to admit—- john laurens was one of her FAVORITE people. alexander knew how to pick good friends, she will admit that one aloud. she liked john, she really did. he was smart, funny, kind, and he knew how to have a good time. ❛ i assume that you are here before you and alexander leave for the war . . . i just wish that he WAS here. ❜ she rolled her eyes for a moment, but there was still a smile on her features. alexander probably invited him over, and probably also forgot that he did so. he had done that many times before, and it annoyed eliza to NO end. she did wish that he remembered what he did half the time, but no matter, she was happy that it was someone EASY to entertain. ❛ i’m terribly sorry about my husband, you know alexander. but um—- do you want anything to eat? i made some cookies this morning. ❜
THE SOLDIER feels his waist in a tight embrace, a light chuckle reaching past his lips. elizabeth schuyler– one of his dearest friends whom he had to meet before himself and her husband journey towards YORKTOWN. the two men had agreed to visit the household (– of which a decent part of it would have been under john’s possession due to his frequent visits–), but it appears that hamilton had forgotten yet again. “oh, how could i REFUSE your cookies? alexander sure is missing out.” he perks up at the mention of sweets, and he could feel himself as a mere child in this moment, as a slight laugh escapes him.
“it’s very nice to see you again, eliza. how have you been?” tonality coated in FONDNESS, as he always does to the friends he keeps close to his heart. eliza, she’s a true WONDER– loving like a mother to him, tender with a heart of kindness.
“he’s going to miss you bad when we get there. will you be sending us letters?”
nimble fingers, they linger upon freckled cheeks —- skin stars, she calls them. connects the dots with a soft touch. brave heart, is his. while margarita is softness, john is rough edges, and blood. how deep burns the love felt for the fighter, her fighter.
❛ have you ever thought —- of being something more, than my best friend ?❜ bold move, never one to linger in shyness for too long.
he leans into her touch– INTOXICATED by it, perhaps. he wonders if she can notice it, how hard it is for him not to FALL for her. the question burns right through him, like a punch lands on his chest, and OH, how he aches for it. he’s taken many risks, far too many, will this be worth it?
“have i? the more appropriate question is, how many times?” freckled cheeks dipped in warmth, he pauses– “…have you?”
do u ever just get uneasy or start crying when someone is really nice to u and expresses genuine interest in ur wellbeing and then ur like fuck…. am i rlly that deprived of love and emotional intimacy lmfao
※ John Laurens was such a good soul - that much Lafayette knew from the moment he met the other man. So brave, so willing to fight for his beliefs - he seemed the epitome of an American man. The Frenchman thanked the heavens every day for his friends, for his luck in meeting them. And John was so patient with him, with his struggles when it came to speaking English, Lafayette owed him something, he felt. And that’s how he found himself with a plan to go out. It may or may not have been the fourth time he planned on spending the night at some tavern that week, but he may as well live while he had the chance to - who knew if he’d live or die during this upcoming war? Finding Laurens was never a difficult task, if one knew where to look. Despite the fact that he didn’t know if he was interrupting something, some train of thought of his friend’s, Lafayette sat down beside him, folding his hands in his lap. “John…!” he greeted with a grin. “What do you say about going out tonight? You and I? Drinks on me, oui?”
he was seated at a low stool, arms folded and poise that of LOUNGING. full days in the encampment was EXHAUSTING, so to speak, and he hadn’t taken a proper rest in weeks. as if he were on CUE, he caught a glimpse of his french friend take the stool beside him, wearing that goofy grin of his. john almost laughs at the sight, dear friend always knows how to make the soldier SMILE. he turned his head upon hearing his friend speak, tone coated in a thick french accent.
“how could i REFUSE such an offer?” a light chuckle in the air, the south carolinian man AMUSED. lafayette didn’t have to speak in english- john was quite fluent in french himself, though he understands how the other would insist on communicating
à l'américaine. john admires his PERSISTENCE, and he was more than glad to help him out. lafayette truly was a joy to be around, and he’d drink with him on any day– “i wouldn’t mind a good ol’ drinking session outta nowhere with my favorite french man,” a slight smile on his face, “but what’s the OCCASION?”
it was our christmas party a while ago and i spent the rest of the day in the mall im currently heading off to bed so I’LL BE ON FULL BLAST ON MY DRAFTS TOMORROW U CAN BET ON IT CHRISTMAS BREAK HAS O F F I C I A L L Y STARTED I GOT YALL
