#( thanks for tormenting Hewlett!! )

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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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your writing of Anna is the most captivating rendition i have ever seen. could you give me a dribble of Anna and Hewlett moment.

Oh, thank you!!! I am so glad you enjoy reading my things. I just want to thank you first off, for taking your time to read and comment on my work. Honestly, I stay because of kind people like you. <3

As Lovers Do

The gazes that meet across the crowded room are equally as listless in nature. There beyond the bustle, above the endless trivial chatter, is birthed a new chord of tension.

His is the first glance to avert; though the eternal longing etched within their fathoms refuses to be so easily satiated.

Edmund's lips purse in the form of a firm frown. Anna Strong, his greatest treasure, and the source of his defeat, had SEEN him. The dour expression she bore engendered nothing but sympathy. Sympathy from a heart he felt had long bled dry. And yet, he has nothing he wishes to express to her. Nothing noteworthy nor healing. His jaw moodily screws shut.

Anna's calloused fingers glide down her bodice, willing the subtle sheen of sweat to vaporize. He looks well, for all that time spent agonizing over his safety. She opens her mouth to speak, to broach the gaping distance gathering, despite their physical proximity. But what words could genuinely express the shallowed utterances of a heart long ignored? What lexicon could there be to translate an apology worthy of him?

Hewlett's staggered steps, nearly half-graceless, manage to dodge a protruding chair shoved out in their path. Now, he finds his only exit from the tormented room barricaded by a bubbly-over indulgent man. An awaiting arm is slung about his broad shoulders.

"What is your hurry this fine day?!!!" Rivington heedlessly needled. "Surely, you can't be vested in work when there is such lovely company to be had." He buoyantly expresses, willing Hewlett to follow his lead back towards a bewildered looking brunette.

Oh, how far did fifteen feet seem when it is not assessable as a hurried route for departure. Anna shifts her weight, barely avoiding a tipsy officer who likened her to a downcast angel. His mutterings of meeting him upstairs heralded a stern glower, for features that had been rendered so soft and comely. It is in dodging this member of the King's wayward guard, that she is intercepted by Hewlett and Rivington.

"Major..." A soft powdery voice cracks. All the familiarity she wished to burry floods between the single title's seams. Doleful, rather than intrepid, her eyes scale upwards to behold him between elongated lashes.

She swallows, trying to ignore the tenuous thrum inside of her chest. "I am--" She starts, half wincing as she attempts to string together something remarkably close to intelligent. "I am -- pleased to find you in good health." Cheeks singe red with embarrassment. He deserved far better than a greeting so impersonal.

"Anna-" In a graceless flit of his heart, he forgets himself. "It seems life away from Setauket agrees with you." His own voice is fatigued with a degree of gravel lodged within.

Rivington's astonished glance slips between the two. "YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?" The insatiable gossip is rather pleased with the development. "Lovers?!!" He presumes, only to be nailed twice with exasperated expressions.

A titter of laughter ambles over his lips. "Ah, so you were lovers!!!" And now prying, Rivington seeks out an explanation. His entreating eyes stay affixed as if he were a vulture eyeing his pray. "Let us get some drinks, so we can speak!!!"

Anna's face blanches. "I--" She chokes on her own excuses. Her brows sharply colliding over the bridge of her nose. Usually, she had at least three prepared for every occasion but this, this had taken her so far off guard, recovery seemed nearly impossible.

Hewlett manages to pick up the slack where Anna had failed. "We-- have-- some business to conduct in private." Sensing Rivington's hesitation to let matters be, he casually tacks on. He tries to strain all the begrudging bitterness from his voice. "As lovers often do."