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amlugnis · 8 years ago

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Smile More

A roleplay between a friend of mine and I via email. She was playing Burr, myself as F!Lafayette (as usual). A little side note though: F!Laf is referred to as Marie because Panther is not going to change Gilbert’s name if there’s already ‘Marie’ in Laffy Taffy’s name.

These are actual responses, I did not bother changing anything.

Tagging @pinkmagic24 @jogn-laurens @puffballsushi @tisjustmeh @werewolfcries because I think you guys would enjoy it. A special mention to @emrlde whom became quite a fan for this (Joan u fabu u)

Shipping: Burrette (BurrxLafayette)

Summary: Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.

Chapter Summary: They meet again and Burr followed Marie’s advise.

Chapter Two: Underneath the Moonlight

Marie sat by her friends. She and a few others witnessed the unity between Mademoiselle Eliza Schuyler and Monsieur Hamilton. Hercules and John were already drunk off their arses, singing a merry song in their slurred speech which Lafayette could not help but laugh. She wore a dress for the second time, first was during the Winter's Ball. The only thing that remained the same was the way she tied her hair and her everlasting smile. After Angelica had her speech, the bride and groom danced along to the music and soon many others joined in. John disappeared and Hercules was dancing with another woman. There were men approaching her, asking her to dance with them but she only politely rejected them.

Aaron wasn't going to show. He really wasn't; he planned on telling Alexander his congratulations the next time they met, and he hadn't planned on it being tonight. He arrived shortly after the eldest sister gave her speech, and was currently keeping to himself. He was on one drink, and would keep it that way for a while. He didn't feel like overly drinking. Aaron was dressed in uniform as most of the soldiers were, and he stayed to the side of the ballroom as his eyes glanced around curiously.

Time passed, Marie found nothing to be done in the wedding and stood from her seat. She went to Alexander and Eliza to whisper her good wishes for the couple. They both embraced her before she went off. Perhaps she could find Monsieur Laurens on her way out, she thought. She took her coat and placed it on her before taking the door, heading out. The entire time, she did not see Aaron Burr.

He hoped he'd suffice; he wasn't Laurens, but had caught a glimpse of her. And when he did, he found a familiar smile spreading into his face. She look breathtaking; he sighed softly as he set his drink down. She was departing, and that made him frown slightly, but he'd feel bad if he didn't at least say hello, and goodbye, before she did so. He made a glance to the couple; he'd be back later. He'd have to wish them well. In the meantime, however, he took a chance and followed Marie outside, managing to tap her shoulder, "I'm rather late, for sure, but I couldn't help but notice you, Ms. Lafayette." His words were soft, and a bit of regret was in them. After all, he hadn't noticed her until she was already out the door. "And I apologize it wasn't sooner." He added. It dawned upon him that he was more than likely not a concern of hers, and very well may be making a fool of himself. But he tried not to dwell on that fact.

Marie almost threw a punch at whomever tapped her shoulder but only stopped herself when she turned and met Monsieur Burr's face. She immediately put her fist down, chuckling nervously. "Je suis désolé." She muttered, observing the man before her. Had he always been this handsome in his uniform? How could that escape Lafayette's eyes before? She folded her arms, "Monsieur Burr, it's all right if you're late. Why are you apologizing to moi? I'm not the one getting married." She laughed. Her finger swiped the corner of his mouth, "You've been drinking, oui?"

The near punch almost made burr flinch, but he refrained. He was just grateful the Frenchwoman had put the fist down. Yeah, perhaps he should have spoken up sooner? He was close to having a injured nose. He let out a soft chuckle, "Sorry for startling you, Marie." he said, eyes following the finger she ran over the corner of his mouth, "I had a couple drinks, sure." He answered with a gentle shrug. The plan was to just have one drink, but it changed to perhaps three. "And as far as the newly weds, well, they certainly won't miss me for the moment. They're preoccupied with themselves and their other guests."

Marie chuckled slightly, pulling her hand away from Burr. "Have you said your wishes to them?" asked she. The cold breeze hit her and she wrapped her coat around her tightly. It did nothing so she buttoned the first few buttons. She rubbed her hands on her upper arms. "The night is cold, reminds me of Chavaniac." She said.

"I plan on it, perhaps a bit later when guest thin out more." He assured her, making a glance behind him in the direction of the others. Then he was back to looking at her, listening to her describe the cold. He chewed the inside of his lip a little, "Would you like to borrow my coat? I'd hate for you to be too cold." He offered he courteously.

Marie looked over his shoulder and watched how happy Eliza and Alexander were. Deep down, Marie wanted someone she could be happy with as well. But with her image as a woman whom fights within a war, who would marry her? Adrian perhaps but... she might only agree to marry him because he was supportive of her actions. The only one she knows in France. Compare him to her friends in America, he's nothing different. Then she turned back to Burr and smiled, taking one step back. "It's fine, mon ami, I wouldn't you to get cold."

He nodded, and though he wanted to, he didn't press the matter further. "I could manage, the cold never really bothered me." He said as if to say the offer still stood. He observed her move back, and he sighed softly as he too thought about the two; Eliza and Alexander were happy and certainly perfect for each other. "I really am happy for him." He thought aloud. He never thought he would feel that way towards Alexander. But it made him begin to think. Soon the revolution would end, and Aaron would have to settle somewhere. And though Theodosia was constantly on his mind, he was sure she would be gone along with the war, and then what would he have? Marie would be gone as well when the war was said and done, much I his own discontent. He'd be alone. And the thought made him frown slightly, though he replaced it quickly as not to concern Lafayette.

Marie smiled fondly at the thought of the newlyweds, "So am I." She said. She thought of France, what should she do. France is going to fight for freedom and Marie wanted to take part in it but she could be married to Adrian by then and that would give more reasons for the people to speak ill of the Lafayette name. And she might even taint Adrian's family name. Marie could not risk her title and head. Marie sighed a little.

Another sigh slipped his lips as the wind picked up slightly. He glanced to her, watching a few of the stray curls get moved by the brisk breeze. It was rather beautiful to see, not to mention the familiar glow her skin held in the night— He stopped his thought there. If he wasn't careful, he'd find himself falling for the Frenchwoman before him. That would be the last thing he wanted; don't take him the wrong way when he said this. She had an admirer she was interested in, not to mention she would return home. He'd only be causing the two of them heartache. For once, Aaron had to think past what he wanted, and think what was best— no matter how much it pained him inside. "If I had a glass, I'd say may we all find their happiness." He spoke this softly. His words, though faint, had encrypted emotion in them.

"What's on your mind, Monsieur?" Asked Lafayette, ignoring his previous statement. There was something in his voice and eyes that were akin to sorrow. "You'll find someone. She'll cherish you. She'll love you." The woman patted his shoulder with a smile, "You'll find someone for certainty." Unlike her... she thought but she did not let it escape her lips.

Aaron chuckled softly, shaking his head a bit, "I'm glad you believe so." He sighed, and again, he caught himself with his eyes on her. "But I don't see it in the cards." He added. He swallowed a little; he didn't dare tell her what was on his mind. He'd be out of place. But that wasn't stopping what he thought; he was grateful the other couldn't read his mind.

Marie tilted her head as she stared at Burr. She offered a smile, "How about I tell you what is on my mind and you tell me yours? So that way we may be fair." She said before clearing her throat. "In my mind.... I wonder what is left for me after the war. Will I marry? Will I lead? Will I be tied down and never be able to fly again?" She wanted to say 'will anyone love me?' but she kept that silent.

Those words were.. Strong. He returned the smile as she spoke. "I'm sure a strong woman as yourself will be destined for great things when you return home, Marie." He assured her softly. He felt like he could relate to her; he voiced his thoughts as he let his gaze fall to the side, "I guess I'm scared of life alone." He sighed hesitantly continuing, "After the war is done, what happens to me? Am I going to be happy? Will I aid the rebuilding of the country or be of do the side? Will Alexander continue to climb and leave me behind? Am.." He let out a sigh, his eyes falling to the ground, "I ever going to be satisfied?"

A little smile found itself on Marie's lips. "But is France my home still? It only holds my title and an uncertain love. I know what it's like to be left unsatisfied." Marie said. "My parents are no longer with me but I always want to prove myself." The woman took two steps closer to Aaron and lifted his chin with her own fingers. "But in the end, you shall earn what is meant for you. Do you know what I have in common with the men within this war? Friend or foe? We know what our heart wants." She placed her hand on his. "Try to figure out what your heart wants."

Aaron watched as her fingers tipped his chin, and followed to the hand now on his. He felt his mind making implications, and his heart beating a bit faster. He let his eyes return to her face, "I think that's my problem, Ms. Lafayette," he was half tempted to take her hand into his, "My heart always wants what it can't have."

"Perhaps if you try to reach out, you'll have what your heart wants." She smiled. The Frenchwoman looked up to the night sky and turned back to Aaron. "The night is young yet I should retire. Au revoir, Monsieur Burr." Her fingers brushed off his chin and the woman began to walk away.

Aaron listened to her words. Then he remembered words of his friends. If he stood for nothing, what would he fall for? He didn't want to tarnish what friendship he had made with Marie, yet the moment felt so right. The words she said made him feel a sliver of confidence he never had before. He watched her begin to walk away, but he stopped her again by reaching out, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps I should. And for once, I think I will." He said, and he could feel his heart pounding in his ears. For once he wasn't afraid of the outcome of his actions. Even if it blew up in his face, he felt a bit of pride knowing he tried.

Marie felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and her steps ceased. She turned her head towards his direction and a crescent smile reformed. Her hand snaked up to intertwine with his before she moved closer. She looked into his eyes and her stomach turned and twisted. She took a breath, it was shaky. "Go and get your amour then, Monsieur Burr."

"I would, truly I would. but you see.." Aaron watched her smile, her eyes, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "she's holding my hand already, Ms. Lafayette." He felt his face heat as he truly made the move, hoping that it was a right move and not a wrong.

Marie's face turned from amused to shock almost instantly. He... admired her? Since when? For how long? The woman looked at their hands, nothing came out of her mouth. She was speechless for the first time for the woman often had remarks.

The silence made him want to panic; to release her hand and apologize, and let her go home. But, he stood his ground, at least for the time being, although his confidence was fading. "And, she's beautiful. Undeniably so, and witty, and certainly kind. Yet she's strong. She has so many graceful qualities, yet she could win a fist fight or verbal argument with most. And it's had my attention since I met her." He spilled his thoughts in a nervous, yet caring, ramble.

Then her hands held his own but it was gentle and her smile returned. "If you wish to pursue me, all I ask of you is to be true. I wish you do not court me only to deflower me or to gain my money." She said. Many whom proposed themselves to Marie wanted the same things from her and she was not naïve. "If you wish to have me because you... love me then so be it."

"I wouldn't dare, Ms. Lafayette." He assured with a gentle smile. "I respect you far too much for that." He added as he observed that beautiful smile. His heart was going a mile a minute, "not to mention I'm sure I'd have a good set of injuries if I did." He was only half kidding; he knew the woman before him didn't take these things lightly.

Oh, she never did. She punched men if they disrespect her gender, what would she do if one breaks her heart? Probably shooting the man's chest in his sleep or maybe putting a pillow over his face as he sleeps. Marie's heart synchronized with Aaron's, her heart's pace was quick and have probably arrived in France. The woman laughed, "That is true. Well, when do you think you should start courting me, Monsieur Burr?"

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He had no idea how her reaction to heartbreak would be, but Aaron was going to try his absolute damnedest not to find out firsthand. "Well, Ms. Lafayette, when would you allow me?" He asked her as his smile twitched a bit wider.

Marie pulled their down as she pecked his cheek. "Tonight." She said with a brighter smiler than ever. Aaron seemed eligible enough. He was a smart man with a passionate heart. "Could you handle me, Monsieur? That is the question." She winked at him in a seductive manner.

Aaron loved that smile. He hoped he could see it more often. The comment made him chuckle softly, he knew Marie was far from an average woman. Perhaps that was another reasoned he fancied her as he did. "I'll certainly try my best, Ms. Lafayette. Though I'm sure it will be lovely challenge." His words were light and playful, going along with her seductive little wink.

"You should pay your respects to the bride and groom. I just hope you didn't come here to declare yourself to court me, non?" She chuckled. It was low and dark, it was different but still playful. But the level of playfulness was on another level. She backed away, her hands brushing off from his grasp. "Bonne nuit~" She said before turning to take her depart.

He gave a nod, "Of course, though it would be hard to hold it against me if I did." Pure satire, of course this wasn't his original intention. He wasn't complaining, however. He gave a courteous, mid level bow, "Goodnight, Ms. Lafayette." He said as she took her leave. He then returned inside to the newlyweds party. Mulligan and Laurens were... Enjoying themselves. And Alexander looked happier than he had ever seen him. He joined him, and wasn't surprised to hear Alexander was surprised to find him there tonight. After short conversation, and odd stares from his closer friends, Aaron would stand and take his leave, but not before smiling and saying, "Congratulations Alexander; smile more. I'll see you on the other side of the war."

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amlugnis · 8 years ago

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Smile More

These are actual responses, I did not bother changing anything.

Tagging @pinkmagic24 @jogn-laurens @puffballsushi @tisjustmeh @werewolfcries because I think you guys would enjoy it.

Shipping: Burrette (BurrxLafayette)

Summary: Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.

Chapter Summary: Burr contemplates life, Marie helps him see what needs to be seen. They bond with their rum and tonic.

Chapter One: He Waits For It; She Fights For It

"Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints; it takes, and it takes, and it takes.." Aaron sighed, holding his forehead in his hand as he sat at the empty table in the tavern. He twirled his drink as he stared aimlessly at the ice cubes that swirled as he did so. The man was never one to dwell on things, or to drink his emotions. However, one could say today was the straw to break the camels back. Lieutenant Colonel Burr— what was the use of that title when the damn immigrant from no where could come up just as easily and take the seat of Washington's right hand man? He could come from no where and at an unbelievable pace become a phenomenon. But of course, he still wanted to fight. And now he was engaged to a Schuyler sister? God, thing Aaron would do to be in Alexander's shoes. How was it that he worked so hard, sacrificed so much, just to watch others around him reap more rewards than he did without sowing nearly as many? It was discouraging, to say the very least. "We keep living anyway," he muttered bitterly, sipping the tonic with a twisted face. It was true, though he faced many hardships, life went on as if he hadn't. "We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes." He exhaled as he sat his drink down. He worked hard for everything he ever wanted, and didn't get nearly any of it. He furrowed his brow as he glanced around the bar, "And if there's a reason I'm still alive, when when so many have died," he laid his head down after being left unsatisfied by his observations, "I'm willing to wait for it..." He muttered into his sleeve. He didn't have a choice but to wait for it, rather.

The French entered the tavern, tossing a few coins by the bar, ordering her usual mug of rum. It was a weekly thing she does. She sat there, elbow on the surface. She scanned her surroundings, taking note how there were less customers tonight. She hummed in thought, eyebrow arched. She turned a small thud of a mug touching the bar. The woman took it gratefully and drank a bit. She spotted a familiar figure. Aaron Burr. She was not as close to him as Laurens or Mulligan but still, he could use a company, she thought. So the French woman stood and placed her mug down on the table where the American was and seated herself in front of him. "Well, someone could use a little smile." She said as an attempt to ease him up. "Are you all right, mon ami?"

Aaron didn't immediately look up; it took a few moments for him to even really register the Frenchwoman had said anything to him. He shifted his head slightly to be able to glance up at her, "Smile more," he mumbled, shaking his was at his own ill-used advice. He gave a forced, halfhearted smile, "Rough day, is all." He said softly, lifting his head up to give her a bit more of his attention. Rough day, more like a rough few months. But he wasn't lying, the day was rough. He supposed the company would be nice, it wasn't something he had been offered in a while. It was always, Alexander this and Hamilton that. He wasn't used to having such bitter feelings towards someone, and the alcohol only amplified the unusual sensation and clouded his normal morals. He sipped from his drink, setting it down.

Marie tilted her head as she examined the man before her. She returned his smile with her wider and brighter one. She had always been such a grinning sun. She could say it was her holy grail to her youthful look. "Aww, I'm sorry to hear, monsieur. I suppose I could sympathize, the men are at it again." It had always been a daily thing with Lafayette, men catcalling her or perhaps belittling her because of her gender. There were days where she neglected them, tuning them all out. But there were also days they just hit her hard. Not literally however, they would have broken noses and bruises if they do. "It's quite a rough day for myself. Would you like to talk about it, mon ami?"

The men always did treat her like she was less, but that was the times they lived in. Aaron hated that; as much as he loved the ladies, and no matter how much, he despised the inequality between the two. But these ideals were far ahead of their time, unfortunately. "I suppose, there isn't quite much too it though, besides the Hamilton Band Wagon. Don't take me the wrong way, I'm happy for Alexander. But the level of success he's achieving is putting little achievements like my own to shame." He exhaled, glancing to the side. Aaron knew the other was a good friend of Alexander; he couldn't speak too illy of him in front of her. It would be disrespectful— and at the very least he could still keep sight of that moral, if nothing else.

Lafayette listened to Aaron, her attention towards him was undivided. Her smile was there but only lessened but regardless, still there, intact. She understood him quite clearly. She took one sip of her rum and replied a second after. "You know, Monsieur Burr, I initially joined the revolution for glory. A way to prove my parents-- may they rest in peace," she said with a hand on her chest. "That I could bring honour to the Lafayette name while I still could. But ever since I befriended you and along many others here, my reason to fight had much more meaning. To aid my friends whom I now call my family." She said, "All these achievements of yours are less but count your blessings."

Aaron listened, eyes focused on her. She had a fair point; it brought up his own morals. He never was in the war for glory; he was there to fight for freedom. He was fighting for a better life for his next to kin. And the fact that he lost sight of that made him frown slightly. "You're right, I suppose I'm being a bit selfish." He sighed softly, killing off the last of his drink, turning the glass upside down. He glanced to the side, "It's hard to get lost in things that don't matter; I guess I lost sight of the important things." He added on, looking up at the ceiling. He had his own parents to make proud, but he still couldn't forget what was important in the moment.

Lafayette drank more from her mug before placing it down, only half empty. She tucked a strayed hair strand behind her ear as she spoke, "Everyone forgets, Monsieur Burr. That is one of the reasons of many why we need friends and family in our lives. Some have friends as family, others family as friends, most have both." Marie said with a small raise of her shoulder. "Besides," she continued as her little smile shone again. "You will get something in the end, just lower your expectations."

"I think I forget more than I should.." He mumbled, stretching slightly as he looked back to her. He considered her advice, but once more his envious mind drifted to Alexander. He never had to lower his expectations. He put his mind to something, then it happened. He detested it. He rapped his fingers against the table, looking at Marie, "You’re a wise woman; a true revolutionist." He complimented her words. She was, like many idealistic women, far ahead of her time. And he respected that fact.

Lafayette smiled with a hint of pride within her eyes. "I have plenty of silent moments and I usually meditate about my decisions or I'd do self reflecting. I too think like you, Monsieur Burr." She said. "But every now and then, stop and think." Marie finished her mug, wiping her lips with her sleeve. She would wipe her lips with her handkerchief if she had one or if her mother was around.

Aaron's smiled twitched into a more genuine one, rather than the one he had previously forced upon himself. "I guess that's a problem with men, we don't think enough." He jested with a gentle sigh, leaning back in his chair. He didn't mean this just to appeal to the other, he always was fascinated in how women could think through problems.

Marie's smile increased when she saw Aaron's. "I think I know why you gave Monsieur Hamilton your advice, look at your smile! So lovely to look at, you too should smile more!" She complimented and it was genuine as his smile. She did indeed like his smile.

Aaron gave a chuckle, shrugging as he observed her own smile. Yes, if only Alexander would ever actually USE his advice. That along with the kind words from the Frenchwoman in front of her made his smile widen slightly, "You're too kind; I could say the same to you, Ms. Lafayette." He complimented her with a courteous nod.

She let out a giggle, "Merci beaucoup, mon ami!" She replied, "Please, call me Marie." She said, leaning back to her chair, foot on the chair.

Another nod from him, "Alright, Marie," he repeated back her name, getting comfortable in his own chair. He crossed one leg over the other, letting his head fall back momentarily, "I have to ask what brings a lady like yourself to a scruffy tavern like this? Please don't think me ignorant, though. I've seen you on the field and certainly respect you." He leaned forward a bit, genuine interest clear in his expression, "it just peaks my curiosity when they're are much finer places to be."

"This is the tavern where I've first met Monsieurs Mulligan and Laurens." She said, looking around the environment. "I don't think of you as ignorant," She smiled again. "Coming here just eases my head and the rum here tastes better than most taverns." She said. "I've had enough fine things in my life anyway."

Right, that made sense. Sentimental value. Plus, he nearly forgot her lifestyle back in France; she was probably sick of luxury. The fun fact about rum did surprise him, even if only slightly. He wasn't a huge rum drinker; he'd always detested the burn it left. He much rather liked the different kind of burn gin tonics left. "I suppose that's a fair point, but I've seen how some of the men eye you when you walk in. Surely you can handle yourself, but I can't help but say it makes me sick." He spoke, glancing around for a moment, "All the same I also can't help but feel sorry for the pour soul who tries something; I'd have to speak at their funeral." He jested, turning his attention back to her.

Lafayette glanced at the men whom were staring, now their backs towards the two. Marie could not help but laugh at his joke, completely amused. "They only see and look but they cannot touch." Her voice was raised, meant for the men to hear as well. Marie was used to it, the staring. She was often stared at just as much back in France. But she honestly never looked for a night with a man and another night with another man. She kept herself untouched until marriage for her husband. The one whom would take care of her as she would take care of him. One whom would love her but understand her, whom would respect her. She had found an admirer whom fit all these; Adrien Françoise de Noailles. She was just thinking about whether accepting or rejecting his proposal. She might agree.

"It shocks me how they have the guys to look; I don't think they know how dangerous you truly are. I think they'd rethink if they saw some of the battles you fought in; flee or their lives." Another chuckle, then Aaron sighed. He had a love of his own, unlawful and certainly an act of treason. But, that didn't stop him from writing and receiving her letters. Perhaps one day he too would work up the courage to steal his Theodosia away from the British soldier who so greedily swept her up before Aaron could. But until that day, well; Burr was lying in wait.

Lafayette rolled her eyes at the men whom choked on their rum. "I could never find a decent man but one." She thought aloud. Marie turned back to Aaron with a smile, "Tell me, Monsieur, do you have a special someone to wait for you? Family? Wife?" She tilted her head, some of her stray locks swaying along. "You cannot be alone forever, can you? No one is meant to walk the path of life alone."

A family, certainly not. Not anymore. His parents were gone; only the memory left to keep him company. "A woman whose far beyond my reach." He answered with a half hearted smile and a lazy sigh. Certainly, there was more to it than that; Theodosia wasn't just a woman. She was the woman; the one of his dreams. Beauty, grace, intelligence— perfection. But all he was to her as of the moment was a bed warmer, despite his longing for something more. "And unfortunately, I'll never have the blessing of being with her permanently." He added.

"I am sorry to hear," There was a frown before it was reformed to a reassuring smile. "She is lucky to have a man like you. She should know." Marie said. "I've only one waiting for me in France but if I reject his proposal, I would have no one there. But," she did not want pity so she decided to take the optimistic road. "I might marry him when I return."

"Ah, believe me, I'd make her mine if I could. But I have a problem with commitment; rather I say I have a problem finding women who /aren't/ committed." He replied slyly, before his own smile faded slightly. As nice as it felt to jest about the matter, it did little to help how he felt. "I'm sure he'll find himself a lucky man if you do so choose to make him one. Your an attractive woman; and beauty truly is power." He said as he stretched his crossed leg that was now falling asleep, exchanging it for his other leg to mirror it.

Lafayette observed Aaron with an expression that seemed to be akin to confusion but then it melted to realization minutes after. "Oh!" She understood before clearing her throat. "I see. Well, I hope your love for her shall be realised and thus I wish for your love to never extinguish its fire." She replied with a smile before snorting at the last statement of his. "Beauty is not power. Strength, intelligence and wisdom are power. I am more than just a face and body."

"Of course, I certainly didn't mean that by it; but in this day and age, having just those three qualities as woman doesn't get you far." He said, a glance to the men, "Beauty being added to it, however, gives you voice over the other gender as well. Because, sadly, that's all you'll find—aside from financials— they're interested in." He let his smile return as he concluded his statement, eyes returning to Marie.

"Ha! If they think they could make me swoon to get a title and money, let them be my guest. I may be a carefree lady, as you know but you should also know I could become a lion--" There was a man approaching Marie, a hand then was on her shoulder. She scowled as the stranger spoke, "I cannot help but overhear you and your friend. He's right, you've got the beauty any man would want for their wife."

After being sure his focus was on Marie, Aaron mouthed 'make him eat his words' to the Frenchwoman. He'd intervene if the lady couldn't handle it; he had honor after all. But she was no damsel, however, and he respected that much. No matter how much shame the man brought to his own gender, and no matter how much he longed to land his fist against his nose, he'd give Marie a shot to make her own mark on the other first.

Lafayette smirked at Burr before turned to the man, replying in a coy and innocent voice. He made one wrong move again and her fist flew towards his nose. He was taken aback, he screamed. "Go to hell, you bitch!" The Frenchwoman only laughed, "I'll see you there then!" And he left to cure his possibly broken nose. She honestly did not care and sat back down, her smile returning. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Aaron watched the whole scene, joining the fellow patrons in an immature "ooohhh" when the punch made contact. "Pro tip for you all; don't mess with the immigrants— especially the ladies." Aaron added as he left, and it awarded a few laughs throughout the tavern. Soon after, the others returned to their drinks, and Aaron's gaze returned to Marie. "He couldn't handle a real woman if he tried." Burr laughed, shaking his head. He'd hate to be the one leaving the tavern with a broken nose and broken pride.

Lafayette laughed, "Well I just hope he won't come bother me again. It felt good to punch his nose and ego, lets out some steam I had." She said before turning to the bartender, "One more mug of rum, please, and whatever my friend is having!" She smiled back to Burr, "On me, mon ami."

"You're too kind." He grinned, raising up his empty glass to show the bartender he would have a gin tonic. "But, it looked enjoyable; the crack that came from his nose, though— do you think that was his nose or pride shattering?" His tone was satirically curious, and he smiled.

"I like to think I damaged his pride most." She chuckled. "It's rare to have a woman swinging a fist at a man after all, oui?" She drummed her fingers against the wooden table until their drinks were served in which Marie tossed a few coins into the bartender's hand with a sweet 'merci'.

"Rare, but far more powerful." He smiled as he took a drink, closing his eyes momentarily as he savored the familiar burn that came from the gin. Then, he sat the glass down. "If only more women were as ready to take action as you were." He added as he leaned back in his chair a bit.

"Soon, they'll be. Just you wait." She smiled before taking a long sip of her rum. "You're quite a company, I'm surprised I have not been able to speak with you alone since we first met!" She laughed. "I like having you around, mon ami."

"I don't speak often; speaking can get you killed to easily. And death is an easy mans way out." He tended himself to another sip, propping his legs up on the chair next to him. "But I'm certainly glad my company is welcomed; I could say the same for you." He grinned, setting his glass down once more.

"I just wonder why we have not-- how you say-- hit it off right away." She chuckled, sipping her rum. "We click so well like clockwork, oui?" She placed her mug down, her hands clasping together.

He nearly spat his drink, laughing a bit as he coughed a little, "It comes a long with being a friend of Alexander; it's easy to get distracted and not realize." He explained his humorous theory, "But, I think the main reason would be revolution. A bit stressful to focus on."

Marie looked concerned when he almost spat the drink on her. Then she chuckled, "Oui, I agree. I never expected to have lifelong friends here in America. It's so much more than I wanted and I am content. I'll miss everyone when I leave for France again."

Aaron regained himself, letting out a sigh. He'd almost forgotten that she would have to leave and return to France after all was said and done. "I can assure you, Marie, that you will be missed as well. I don't think anyone planned the friendship we share, but I don't think anyone would trade it for anything." Aaron was never good with speaking, that was always Alexander's strong suite. But, he he took his half empty glass and raised it a bit, "But may we never have to truly say goodbye." He said this with a smile.

When she listened to Aaron, her heart melted at his kind words. It saddened her a little that they only had tonight to bond closer than before. She should have approached him before when she had the chance. Marie smiled a little, raising her own mug. "Never say goodbye." She said.

He smiled a bit wider, and tipped back his glass, quickly killing off what remained of the drink. He too wished he'd talked to her sooner; the war was ending and so was their time together. He sat his glass down upside down with a soft lazy sigh.

The woman drank the last drop of her rum before placing it down. Then Marie massaged her head, feeling some sort of headache. "Oi," she muttered. "I think I should go home, Monsieur." She said, attempting to smile a little as an act of reassurance.

Aaron gave a nod, "I should be as well, I have a feeling these drinks will be hitting me come morning." He gave a soft chuckle. Truth be told, he couldn't handle hangovers well. "I'm sure you can handle whatever comes your way, but I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't offer to walk you home." He offered her.

"You know, Monsieur Burr, I normally do not accept those," she said honestly. "But today is an exception." She chuckled before standing up and offered her hand as if she were the gentleman. "Shall we?" She asked her goofy grin.

He gave a nod, standing up and stretching s little bit. He respectfully took her hand, being gentle as he did so. "I'm honored to be that exception, Marie." He said with a smile. "Lead the way." He added kindly.

People often think Marie's hands are soft and smooth. They were until she was the one gripping you. They were akin to iron cuffs. She chuckled, taking Burr out of the tavern. "Come along, mon ami!" she cried gleefully.

The grip half shocked him; she was a strong woman and he should had expected that much. Aaron's own hands weren't the most delicate, they had calluses and were a bit on the larger side. "I'm right behind you." He said with a laugh at her enthusiasm.

She ceased her steps, slowing down into her normal walking pace when they were below the stars. Marie looked up with a smile, "It's beautiful tonight. The moon is awake, the stars are beside her. No clouds to hide her away." Then she turned to Burr, "Did Monsieur Hamilton invite you to his wedding?"

He let his gaze wander up as well, observing the night sky. It was beautiful as she described; the night sky was something he never really appreciated. He never had the time to. He let his gaze drift to her, observing her engaged and serene features, and he caught himself smiling even more. It wasn't until she asked the question that he refocused himself, "Oh, yeah. He did invite me, though I'm not sure I'll be able to attend." He replied with a gentle shrug. He let his gaze wander up as well, observing the night sky. It was beautiful as she described; the night sky was something he never really appreciated. He never had the time to. He let his gaze drift to her, observing her engaged and serene features, and he caught himself smiling even more. It wasn't until she asked the question that he refocused himself, "Oh, yeah. He did invite me, though I'm not sure I'll be able to attend." He replied with a gentle shrug.

The moon caressed her face and gave her a soft glow. Gentle and elegant. Her smile made the glow even more radiant phosphorescence. Lafayette turned back to Aaron, frowning slightly. It reduced her beauty. "Pity, I was going to look forward seeing you there. Monsieurs Mulligan and Laurens, I'm certain, would be too busy. I'd be trying not to keep them from being too intoxicated." She had a little laugh but it was not so genuine as her previous laughter.

"You'll find I won't be missed, I'm not a huge party goer." He said with a sigh, watching her features dim. He hadn't meant to disappoint, he simply had a rather.. Promiscuous reputation that people weren't fond of. "Though I could stop by.. I think it may be rude not to congratulate Alexander." He added in hopes of reviving that luminous look she had previously.

Her face did light up. She smiled once again. "Well I hope I'll see you, Monsieur Burr. Ah!" She stopped by a door. "This is mine."

He smiled at her and let her hand go, though the process was slow. He watched her and let out a sigh, "Well, I hope we have another night like this someday. It was lovely."

Marie was already entering the small household when he spoke. She turned her head, her lips curling to a gentle smile. "I'd like that. Au revoir, mon ami." She said before closing the door.

He stood a moment after the door closed, sighing softly before he turned to leave. As nice as the evening was, he didn't count on his hopes. Aaron was far from a close friend to her; she had many more friends to spend time with. He took an inhale of the night air, thinking of Theodosia, and the night he had with Marie. "You and committed women.." He chuckled dryly with a shake of his head, and began to make his way of his own home.

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