Special Someone on the Side
"You're very kind but I'm afraid it's unlawful, sir."
"What do you mean?"
"She's married."
"I see."
"She's married to a British officer."
"Oh shit."
No one asked for it, but here are my thoughts on this interaction:
There are things between the lines!
and I wrote them.
Enjoy :)
Hamburr friendship :3 (mentioned hamiliza and lams)
629 words.
It was a pleasant night after Hamilton’s wedding. Eliza was bidding her family goodbye while he was supposed to do the same with his friends, but here they were, getting even more drunk.
Burr showed up, seemingly failing to have talked to Alexander during the event and was trying his best to ignore the boys and their teasing.
He was almost done congratulating Hamilton on his marriage and his position as aide-de-camp to Washington, when Laurens deemed the subject too boring and changed it.
“Well, well, I heard,” He got uncomfortably close to Burr. “You got a special someone on the side, Burr.” He shot Alexander a sneaky glance.
“Is that so?” Hamilton laughed at his boyfriend's antics.
“What’re you tryna hide, Burr?” Laurens slurred in Burr’s ear who’d reached his limit.
“I should go.”
Hamilton instantly disagreed. “No, these guys should go.”
“What?” Laurens turned to Hamilton in thinly veiled betrayal. “No!”
“Leave us alone.” Hamilton gave him a pointed look.
I’m getting us the gossip.
“Man!” Laurens rolled his eyes fondly, grabbing Lafayette and Mulligan as they stalked away, resigned.
Being with Hamilton alone seemed to make Burr slightly nervous.
“It’s alright, Burr.” Alexander smiled a little. “I wish you’d brought this girl with you tonight.” Hamilton couldn’t help seeing that Burr was lacking a plus one at the wedding.
“You’re very kind,” Burr looked down, fidgeting with the handkerchief in his hand. Hamilton spotted the initials T.B.P. Now who could that belong to? The special someone on the side, perhaps? “But I’m afraid it’s unlawful, sir.”
Oh?
Is it?
In what way?
Hamilton found himself thinking of his nights with Laurens, in their tent, under the cover of night.
Had Burr also found a lad during their battles?
“What do you mean?” Hamilton asked, a light tone and a smirk emerging with the words. If Burr was going to confess something, he wanted him to know he’d be accepted.
“She’s married.”
Oh. Hamilton deflated. “I see.”
No matter, they might still be able to work around this. Burr could be with his beau regardless. With a simple divorce, or even a duel for the lady’s honor, it could be manageable. As long as she isn’t—
“She’s married to a British officer.”
“Oh shit.”
Hamilton hadn’t realized he’d said it outloud until he heard Burr chuckle self-deprecatingly.
“Congrats again, Alexander.” Burr turned to go but Hamilton’s mind was still reeling.
There must still be a way for his friend and the one he loves to be together.
“Smile more.” Burr was walking away.
They could be happy and in love and together without a random British officer in their way.
“I’ll see you on the other side of the war.” Wait, what? He’ll simply give up like that?
“I will never understand you.” Hamilton found himself saying.
Burr turned around, confused. They were alone on the terrace, the quiet lull of people leaving the building could be heard distantly.
“If you love this woman, go get her!” Yes, he might lose his head in the process, but for love! Isn’t he willing to risk everything to get what he wants? “What are you waiting for?”
Burr eyed Alexander carefully, trying to discern something before he sighed. “I’ll see you on the other side of the war.”
He’s beyond saving.
Hamilton sighed back, resigned. “I’ll see you on the other side of the war.”
When Washington had finally given him a command, Hamilton made sure to wound and kill every single British officer he came into contact with.
To this day, he’s not sure if he did kill Theodosia’s late-husband personally, but she’s living happily with Burr in married bliss and having Hamilton and his wife over for tea and biscuits weekly.
So Burr won anyway.
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Kreblus
⊳ season of enchantment
main area: forgotten ark, but nomadic
- 11 wedges
- he/they
- studies the looorrreee of sky (anthropologist), finding and recording oral traditions
- collects trinkets from their adventures (in a fanny pack or satchel/cross-body bag)
- trying also to learn how to speak/understand either crab and/or krill (maybe thought to be a dead/dying language??)
°Pronounced "kree-blu" (s is silent)
v edited pic be me to show he has an abyss-style face(?) under the ox mask
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