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❝ Why am I not dead ? I should be dead. ❞

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ "In this war, Laurens, we all should be dead. None of us should have survived. This nation SHOULDN’T EXIST. And yet here we are, with you alive and at home in this nation we fought for. The doctors would call it a miracle, I’m sure.”

He paused, the smiled, “But I will consider it merely the strength of your stubbornness that has ensured your survival. You never were one to give up.” ⌡ 

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❝ no one really needs me .❞ - overlookedshot y o

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ "Do not say that!”

Washington could feel his blood pounding in his ears, even as he looked at the woman he had-- sort of?-- adopted. He and Martha had not been able to have children of their own, and she had two from a previous marriage. Peggy was the closest thing he could get to one of his own. To hear her say something like that...

“You are important, and you always have been. Never-- NEVER confuse someone else’s inability to recognize your greatness with a lack of ability, Peggy. Do you understand me? You are so, so important to me. More important than you will ever realize. Is that understood?” ⌡ 

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❝ it takes 10 times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart .❞ ❝  why am i not dead ? i should be dead .❞ ❝ having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing has having a weakness .❞ ❝  i wish i could freeze this moment , right here , right now , & live in it forever .❞ ❝  no one really needs me .❞ ❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ ❝  i am not pretty . i am not beautiful . i am as radiant as the sun .❞ ❝  you love me . real or not real ? ❞ ❝  ally . friend . lover . victor . enemy . fiancee . target . mutt . neighbor . hunter . ally. i’ll add it to the list of words i use to try to figure you out. ❞ ❝  here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ ❝  i’m not like the rest of you . there’s no one left i love .❞ ❝ i’m very hard to catch , & if they can’t catch me , they can’t kill me .❞ ❝  stupid people are dangerous .❞ ❝  you don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope .❞ ❝  you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug .❞ ❝  my nightmares are usually about losing you .❞ ❝  for there to be betrayal , there would have to have been trust first .❞ ❝  destroying things is much easier than making them .❞ ❝  here’s some advice . stay alive .❞ ❝  they’ll either want to kill you , kiss you , or be you .❞ ❝  you’re not leaving me here alone .❞ ❝  well , i don’t have much competition here .❞ ❝  you here to finish me off , sweetheart ? ❞ ❝  i stand by what i said . do you want me to lie about it ? ❞ ❝  because i’m selfish . i’m a coward . ❞ ❝  you & me , we’re even . no more owed . you understand ? ❞ ❝  if we burn , you burn with us .❞ ❝  what ? do you find this distracting ? ❞ ❝  i can still rip your throat out .❞ ❝  where’s loverboy ? ❞ ❝  i’m the kind of girl who , when she might actually be of use , would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die .❞ ❝  the kisses have the opposite effect , of make my need greater . i thought i was something of an expert on hunger , but this is an entirely new kind . ❞ ❝  hope . hope is the only thing stronger than fear .❞ ❝  a spark could be enough to set them ablaze . ❞ ❝  kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there .❞ ❝  whatever breaks you .❞ ❝  i am in pain . that’s the only way i get your attention . ❞ ❝  i’m not going anywhere . i’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble .❞ ❝  imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ ❝  i hate being so alone .❞ ❝  don’t make me sorry i restarted your heart .❞ ❝  they will kill us .❞ ❝  you know , you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him .❞ ❝  please feel free to take this personally . ❞ ❝  at some point , you have to stop running & turn around and face whoever wants you dead .❞ ❝  aim higher in case you fall short .❞ ❝  some walks you have to take alone .❞ ❝  whatever breaks you .❞ ❝  well , you’re a piece of work , aren’t you ? ❞ ❝  isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine , but i don’t even know what your favorite color is ? ❞ ❝  you are my life .❞ ❝  i’m here to help you make an impression .❞ ❝  you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞ ❝  if desperate times call for desperate measures , then i am free to act as desperately as i wish .❞ ❝  so when did I become so special ? ❞ ❝  you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight ? ❞ ❝  technically , i am unarmed . but no one should underestimate the harm fingernails can do .❞ ❝  i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞ ❝  mess with us & we’ll do something worse than kill you . we’ll kill your children .❞ ❝  you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person .❞ ❝  you’re not going to die . i forbid it . all right ? ❞ ❝  i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. ❞ ❝  closing my eyes doesn’t help . fire burns brighter in the darkness . ❞ ❝  jealousy is certainly involved . ❞ ❝  what is the worst pain ? to me , it’s always the pain that is present . ❞ ❝  i’ve been down by the stream collecting berries . would you care for some ? ❞ ❝  may the odds be ever in your favor .❞ ❝  what i need is the dandelion in the spring . the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction . the promise that life can go on , no matter how bad our losses .❞ ❝ ____ ? maybe some pants ? ❞ ❝  i can’t tell what’s real anymore , & what’s made up . ❞ ❝  i knew you’d kiss me . ❞

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ He held onto her for perhaps what was a second longer than usual. Dark eyes searched over her form, searching for any injuries he might have caused. She was such a small thing, so delicate in his grip. Even when compared to his wife, even when compared to him-- the FOUNDER who DWARFED ALL in his shadow-- she was so fragile.

He released her as soon as she pulled away, letting his hands return to his side. He didn’t know what to say, how to apologize for running into her. He could have seriously hurt her, especially with those HEELS he spied beneath the hem of her skirt.

“No. No, forgive me, madam. It was most certainly my fault. Did I hurt you? Do you-- Do you need any help?” ⌡

            MARIA REYNOLDS was a SHORTER individual ; she wore HEELS to make her APPEAR taller… but in her DEMISE, she was quicker to FALL in them. && when she had RAN INTO, literally, GEORGE WASHINGTON himself, she had almost fallen back flat on her ass. she simply made a YELP, involuntarily, as she hit him && stumbled back a bit.

            HANDS GRASPED HIS ARMS, staring over him. her eyes went wide ; anyone knew THIS MAN’S face from the tip of BOSTON to the bottom of VIRGINIA, you knew who washington was. she stood herself up straight, SMOOTHING the skirt of her dress as CURTSIED, shaking her head a bit.

            ‘ NO, SIR; i’m okay. i apologize, i wasn’t PAYING attention.’

#sohclplcss #♚ ⌠ v;; at home in this nation we’ve made ¦ .main. ⌡ #//sHE IS SO SMOL #SO SO SMOL

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ Although a marriage should be a HAPPY OCCASION, as it was with him and Martha, he knew that it wasn’t always the case. Young men and women were often coerced into marriage by their families and by each other. Money, power, relationships-- they made love worth NOTHING in this world of theirs. And it seemed as if that was what Peggy was being locked into.

“And how do you feel about that, Ms. Schuyler?” He paused, then cleared his throat. “It might not be my place to say-- so I do hope you forgive my impropriety, but it seems as though this isn’t IDEAL for a young woman as bright as yourself.” ⌡

           smile falters for a split second, lips quirking all around as margarita attempts to gather he thoughts. considering eliza’s marrying alexander, an urchin at the time, both peggy and angelica were corralled into marriages to the richest men their father could find. stephen van rennselaer was her fiancee. a younger man, a bit uptight, nose either stuck in the air or in his business. her heart aches at the thought of marriage alone, but to someone so dull, she could cringe. still, margarita manages a polite smile, and a nod of her head.  ❝  if alexander meant my engagement to the sir stephen van rennselaer, than you are CORRECT. we are to be wed come a few months !!  ❞

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[ladyofmountvernon] She is quiet. Devastation tears at her inner organs as she remains dignified, head proud and erect. Martha was his wife and even now she will not disgrace him with ugly displays of her grief. She leans on her son, who has now lost two fathers, and she will gather her boy close when his shoulders begin to shake. Instead of sleeping, she grieves, choking on the loss and wishing that anyone, anyone!, might have died instead of him. She does not marry again.

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hey yo! sorry i’ve been slow lately; work has been draining me. I’ll try to crank out a few responses!

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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

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My friend sent me this in a text They know me too well

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ It may have only been winter, but George Washington himself was also thinking about spring. When this war was over, when there was but the two of them and their dear Mount Vernon, what would they do? If he had his way, they would spend hours in each other’s company. They would take their evening strolls, ride the horses nearby. They would spend all of their days and nights together.

But they didn’t have that time. They didn’t have any time to spend together, not until this damned war was over. He had a war to win, and soldiers to command. He had a nation to free. There was to time to spend at Mount Vernon. And, unfortunately, no time to spend with his beloved.

“Dearest, you just arrived. I dare say you might need to sit more than I do.” Leaning over, he touched a gentle kiss to her forehead-- then, after a moment of hesitation, placed one against her lips. Dear God, he had forgotten how sweet she tasted. 

Unfortunately, a taste was all he was allowed at the moment.

“I’m afraid I have more work to do. Would you like me to ask one of the servants to escort you to our tent? You look as though you could use a hot meal.” Not to mention the drop in temperature, especially now that the sun was setting. He could make the walk back to his tent, but he didn’t wnat to put Martha through that. “I will join you shortly.” ⌡ 

“Why, General Washington, I had no idea you were such a flirt. I’ll make sure to keep my eyelashes in check.” 

His kiss eases the lingering cold from her bones, and she lets herself wonder what life will be like, after the war. When the Continental Army has seen to the British surrender, and all these men have gone back to their farms and shops and their families, and when George is once again home in Mount Vernon. They’ll sit on the grass near the river, and they will oversee their extended family in the parlor. She’ll kiss him in the shade of the flowering fruit trees in the spring and sleep beside him every night.

She opens her eyes, and it’s still winter, but his hands are still gentle on her cheeks. 

“I love you, George,” she whispers, “no matter where this war takes either of us.” 

She rests her cheek more fully against one of his hands before turning her head to press a kiss to his palm. She doesn’t know how to be a wife during a war, and it frightens her. Martha holds no illusions; sixteen years of marriage will do that. She knows how important she is to George. But he commands an army and faces death every day, and she has a responsibility to him. 

She wants to comfort him, she wants to love him in just the right way, but – it is difficult to be a good wife during peacetime as it is. 

“Sit,” she entreats with a soft smile. “I’ve seen how you exhaust those boys who work for you, and I know you work three times as hard as any of them.”

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ "I understand that you are a very important woman, Mrs. Church, but a ride that long must have worn you out. Especially in this weather.”

Without another word on the matter, the President turned towards one of the servants. A single flick of the wrist told him everything he wanted to know, and the servant hurried off. Tea, with milk and sugar. And some biscuits, to put something in Angelica’s stomach.

“Now, about why I’ve called you here. I’m... I am sorry to inform you that he will need you now more than ever. I am stepping down as President.” ⌡ 

           ❝  President Washington, sir. I can assure you that I am in no need of such careful attention ––– and from a man as busy as yourself, no less. I’ll be well. It was simply a storm that startled our horses. ❞

            Her hand settles at her stomach for a moment, stalling to assure herself of some motion from within. Surely, her President could not have already known what she had not yet announced. 

           ❝  Now, what business was I sent for to attend to? Is this about Alexander?  ❞

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ Washington lifted his chin, pressed his lips tightly together. He knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. He KNEW that Hamilton and Jefferson were not going to get along. He knew that they were never going to come to an agreement. But, perhaps, they could come to some sort of compromise. 

That was the plan, anyways.

“Then you have to convince them. Compromise, Hamilton. I know that word is POISON to your very heart, but it is something that needs to be done. Give them something that they want, and they will give you something that you want. Is that understood?” ⌡ 

His breathing hitched for a moment as he bit on his lower lip, his gaze shifting away from Washington, if just for a moment. Allowing his eyes to dart back to the president, he straightened his back. “Yes, sir. Understood,” his firm response was given. Alexander took a deep breath for a moment before closing his eyes for a moment to gather his words, and opened them again. “How do you propose I get them to listen to my plan? They hate it, sir. And they don’t have a plan of their own.”

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@likelancelot liked for a starter !!

♚ ¦¦    ⌠ "My horse. They shot my DAMNED horse.”

Although it hadn’t been one of his favorite two, and certainly not his dearest Nelson, the horse he had been riding on had fallen. He had only just managed to avoid being injured the fall, much to God’s grace. 

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself, Washington turned from his desk to face the French soldier. “But that’s over now. Are YOU all right?”⌡ 

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ "Mrs. Schuyler, please. If you’re here to see Alexander, he is more than likely out somewhere getting himself in trouble. With a pen in his hand, if I was to wager.” ⌡ 

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ At his wife’s pleading, Washington sighed. He knew she was right; there was no room colder than his office, especially when the fires finally dimmed. But he had things to do, laws to pass. He had a Constitution to get ratified. There was so much he had to do, and not nearly enough time.

“Dearheart, I have so much to do,” he murmured, and brought her hand up to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss there, then raised his eyes up to her face. “Call one of the servants. I’m sure they can get another fire going for you, maybe fetch some warm blankets. There is no need for you to suffer for your stubborn streak.” ⌡ 

“ and you, yours ! ” her arms fold around her middle. ( could her shaking really be so obvious? ) “ if i am to go to that equally as frigid room, come with me. it’s too late to do anymore. ”

new york nights are different than the ones back home. here, the breeze of the bay lasted from dark to light, and the sounds of people never ceased. here, she would lay alone in the dark, with nothing but a hastily made quilt for comfort.

her bottom lip is bit. “ george, please? ”

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i cAN’T FIND THE POSTS I OWE. SO JUST.

yeah.

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