#( Now that I know you exist how do I not love you? ; Patience (( Hewlett ))

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retrograderesemblance asked : [subtle] or [still] for patience + hewlett if he's one of your muses who's into this meme right now.

SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES. / @retrograderesemblance -- accepting

[ SUBTLE ]  our muses are cuddling,  sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them. 

        𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. In his years stationed in Setauket, he had never thought he would promise his heart to another. Marriage was never something he dreaded or thought of as something that he wasn’t capable of, but with his family’s mounting debt, it was the last thing on his mind. Until Anna Strong came along. Then when that fell through and he looked upon the married couples walking the city street, he wouldn’t have thought that he would get another chance here in the colonies. Scotland, perhaps. But that changed when Patience walked back into his life, a woman he grew to have a friendship with and now a woman he grew to love.

        Edmund figured she was asleep still until he felt a light touch drift over his arm. He looked down, clearing his throat as he readied himself to speak. The touch persisted again, it seemed to grow in more intensity that he couldn’t swat away as his own desires clouded his judgment.

        ❝ Patience, ❞ he spoke her name in a low, hoarse voice, clearing his throat again as he began to slowly move towards her, his mouth right by her ear. ❝ Are you feeling alright? ❞ It seemed stupid to ask as desire thrums within him, but Edmund can’t figure out what else to say. He seemed to forget what to say when he was around Patience sometimes. At least, he managed to say something. She always seemed to understand what he was feeling without him needing to say it.

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retrograderesemblance asked : "i wish i would've told you the truth sooner." from patience to hewlett

Unprompted ask. / @retrograderesemblance -- always accepting

        𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞. 

        Despite Edmund’s arrival to the colonies was made by an act of desperation to keep his family’s finances afloat, even with the revolution at everyone’s doorstep, Edmund’s outlook had been optimistic at the start. However long this war may go on, Edmund would stick to it as a testament to his King and as long as his parents needed him here, but it seemed at every corner he turned, the bright, optimistic view he harbored, in the beginning, drew darker and darker. The colonies were in turmoil from the revolution, but that ill will and madness seemed to infect those on his side as well. Led by his gullible broken heart, Edmund was quick to find himself in a similar situation to the last with Mrs. Wright, and this time, he didn’t know if he should toy with the idea of “love” any longer. Love would only be in daydreams, in fairy tales and novels, and within his mother's reassurances that it was still attainable for him; life was too cruel for a fleeting emotion to remain permanent.

        This time, he harbored no anger, instead, all he felt was disappointment in himself. He should’ve known better than get himself tangled in another relationship.

        His finger stilled in its glide over the top of the envelope in his hands. The thought of heading out the door and sending the letter to his mother left his mind as his lips thinned, pressing his lips together in his contemplation. His love’s words hung in the air, yet he couldn’t piece together what to say in return. He had run from Setauket, from his failure of a wedding, and now here he was in York City with another woman that occupied his thoughts just as much as Mrs. Strong did. If not, more. He could only run so far, but even that didn’t seem to serve him.

        He looked up and it took more strength than he imagined to look Patience in the eye.

        ❝ I wish you would’ve told me sooner, too, Mrs. Wright. ❞

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anonymous asked : t.hree.some meme: hewlett with ben and patience alkdnaskjndjkanfjnf

Tell me who you think my character should have a t.hree.some with. / @honorhearted​ & @retrograderesemblance -- still accepting

      𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, her own interests, and any ideas that were spoken about between them about the topic of intimacy, but he had never been as surprised as he was now at the suggestion of the Patriot Major being involved with Patience’s and his private matters. 

       ❝ I… ❞ he found himself stunned by the question already as his hand stayed still--too still--on the desk. Intimacy was still a sensitive topic for him. He still blushed, stammered, and felt the familiar boyhood embarrassment tangle in his stomach. By all accounts, he still felt as if he was a novice to the act- no, rather, to the world of intimacy. ❝ I.. will have to decline that suggestion. ❞ Was it common for a man to share his wife with another man? No, no it wouldn’t and it couldn’t be. If Ben was the God-fearing man he believed him to be, he would feel the same.

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( E.dmund H.ewlett ; continued )

“I wish I would’ve told you the truth sooner…” But that was a lie; in fact, Patience’s hope was that her own deceit would never be known. In her search for the truth, to pass information along for the Cause, the very last thought at the forefront of her mind was falling into her current position and marrying one of the King’s officers, her decision motivated just as much for intelligence as it was for keeping Edmund alive for the duration of the war and thereafrer. Victory or defeat, it didn’t matter. In victory, she would protect him, and in defeat, he would protect her, even if he was unaware he was doing so altogether.

When he refused to look her head on, Patience found her own focus shifting toward the floorboards, her eyes tracing the shapes of the swirls and knots in the wood, trying to ease the nausea, the guilt tightening in her throat, her gut.

It was the Lord’s will she had ever fled England and found her way back home to the colonies. In her mind, she’d been living on borrowed time, and perhaps this was always fated to be for her all along; hanged as a traitor by the very man she hated she loved.

I wish you would’ve told me sooner, too, Mrs. Wright.

“I wish I would’ve told you the truth sooner…” But that was a lie; in fact, Patience’s hope was that her own deceit would never be known. In her search for the truth, to pass information along for the Cause, the very last thought at the forefront of her mind was falling into her current position and marrying one of the King’s officers, her decision motivated just as much for intelligence as it was for keeping Edmund alive for the duration of the war and thereafrer. Victory or defeat, it didn’t matter. In victory, she would protect him, and in defeat, he would protect her, even if he was unaware he was doing so altogether.

When he refused to look her head on, Patience found her own focus shifting toward the floorboards, her eyes tracing the shapes of the swirls and knots in the wood, trying to ease the nausea, the guilt tightening in her throat, her gut.

It was the Lord’s will she had ever fled England and found her way back home to the colonies. In her mind, she’d been living on borrowed time, and perhaps this was always fated to be for her all along; hanged as a traitor by the very man she hated she loved.

I wish you would’ve told me sooner, too, Mrs. Wright.

Her gaze flickered back to his. “Mrs. Hewlett.” She corrected softly, the absence of her new name causing her to feel hollow. “That part was never a lie.”

Her gaze flickered back to his. “Mrs. Hewlett.” She corrected softly, the absence of her new name causing her to feel hollow. “That part was never a lie.”

       𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞) 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 “𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭” 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. He found his gaze drawn to her lips--the same lips he kissed this morning--yet his grief kept him from walking across the room toward her. He had almost given his last name away once, but perhaps it was God’s generosity to not allow it to finalize, but what was there to say for Patience? She still clung to his last name for whatever reason. Was this all God’s test for him? He never pictured God to be so cruel in the trials and tribulations he gave his children.

       ❝ Forgive me for harboring doubt, ❞ he finally replied with his voice tight, almost letting her first name slip from his lips but the dryness of his tongue kept him from doing so. So, marrying him was never a lie, so ❝ Why? ❞ Why marry me? Why betray me? Why do this to me? To us? Why bother? He had millions of questions and yet, he could only ask this. He had led himself down a path of disappointment and heartbreak already, so what more could be done to mend his heart? If this was going to be a constant pattern in his life, he wanted to find out why it had to be him.

       He never once questioned Patience’s loyalty to the King. He found interest in her religion, in her life before the war, of her departed husband, but what truly connected them was their shared passion for the arts. He wondered now if that mutual interest between them was genuine or if it was all to lure him in. He set the envelope in his hands to the side and cupped his hands behind his back.

      ❝ If you’re planning on lying to me, be honest with me just this once: how long have you been a spy for Washington? ❞ How long has she been playing him for a fool?

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anonymous asked : Smash or pass for Hewlett: Patience Wright

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty. -- accepting

      His face immediately flushes with a reddish hue and he fumbles in his chair, spilling out numerous versions of “Well...” “If she...” “If we...” from his lips until he finally mumbles under his breath with flushed cheeks, scratching behind his ear.

       ❝ Smash. ❞

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retrograderesemblance asked : "that's really not fair of you.  why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?" from patience to hewlett

Late happy birthday to Hewlett. / @retrograderesemblance​​ -- accepting

      𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, behind his shoulder as he turned to hang his red jacket on a peg. As the coat went off and he was left in his civilian clothes, all of the day’s burdens heaved off his shoulders, and unlike Patience’s reply, he thought little of the day entirely. He was home, in the company of his wife and a warm room. The long day was left behind the shut door as he eagerly allowed the world to shrink in size and loosened his interest in the outside activity.

      A small smile crept onto his lips at the playful tone of his lover, even as his face remained weary. It was one of the only things that made his day worth it, knowing he would see her again by the end of it. When he turned towards her and left his coat behind, his shoulders slacked at the sight of his wife.

      It wasn’t fair? 

       ❝ It’s of no importance really, just the passing of another year. ❞ And another reminder that at his age, his position in Setauket granted him little success for all of the efforts he put into protecting the town and ridding it of troublesome elements. In Setauket, Richard would host a dinner and a party a week before his birthday, but as he arrived in York City with nothing but a valise in hand and a heavy heart, the coming of another year just reminded him of how he was stuck in the colonies he once thought could be home. None of the officers that conserved with him spoke of the “special” day, and frankly, Edmund wasn’t planning on receiving anything but a letter from his mother.

      Despite his rather somber mood and pessimistic outlook, Patience was able to find out and remind him with a smile on her face. The resurface of that action in his mind made him draw in his bottom lip and remedy his own mood with a smile once he eased his expression. She didn’t need to be on the receiving end of his sour mood.

       ❝ Thank you, truly. ❞ His own voice gained back its warmth as he reached out to hold her hands in his own, pressing a kiss to one of her hands. ❝ I wouldn’t have preferred a happy birthday to be muttered by anyone else but you, Patience. ❞ Patience Hewlett. Patience Hewlett. No other woman deserved to be given his last name but the traveling artist. Today and countless others have shown that.