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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 11, 2017 16:41:07 GMT -5
Here it is~
Basics plot: its the time period of the revolutionary still, and right before Laf is leaving to go back to France, both he and Alex receive the news that Laurens is dead? So, Alex kinda leans on Laf for support. I'm also thinking he cheats on Eliza with Laf instead of Maria. Does all that make sense?
Characters: Alexander Hamilton; -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 Marquis de Lafayette; ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
Ship: HamLaf, Hamilton x Lafayette
we can decide who starts soon~
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2017 13:30:54 GMT -5
Hey, so we're deciding who should start?]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 12, 2017 21:40:49 GMT -5
[ Yes yes, and how we should start cx ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 13, 2017 8:55:21 GMT -5
[So, I feel that we should start with them receiving the letters about Laurens' death and Laff rushing to go and see Ham (or vice versa) and I honestly don't mind who starts]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 16, 2017 15:08:56 GMT -5
[ ah, I like that idea. Do you think you could start for us? ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 16, 2017 15:14:30 GMT -5
[Sure x One minute and then I'll get started]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 16, 2017 15:22:06 GMT -5
[ alright! Take your time! ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 16, 2017 15:27:36 GMT -5
Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette,
Sir, I am Henry Laurens, the father of John Laurens. I believe my son was a good friend of yours, and he often spoke fondly of you. He often said he looked up to his friends, Lafayette and Hamilton.
But I digress. I write to you to inform you that my son was killed at the Battle of the Combahee River, on the 27th of August. I am sorry that you must receive such information by letter, but of course, you are in France at this moment, if I am correct in the news I have heard about you.
I do hope you will find time to come back for John's burial. I know he would want you to be there. But of course, the revolution calls.
Yours sincerely, Henry Laurens
Well, of course, Lafayette could not have refused the request of the father of one of his dearest friends. It had broken him to hear of Laurens' death, and so he had returned to America, leaving the revolution behind for a short time so he could go and be there.
He would meet Hamilton near the area where Laurens was to be buried, he had been told, the day before the burial. It would seem that Hamilton had received an almost identical letter.
And this was how Lafayette found himself standing in the Stock plantation where Laurens would be buried, letter in hand.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 16, 2017 16:10:48 GMT -5
Alexander was almost devistated when Eliza had read him the letter announcing Laurens' death and the invitation to the burial. It was like his heart had lost a piece of itself, yet he refused to show such emotions. Not around Eliza. He just accepted the letter as she read, taking it out of her hands once the burial invitation was spoken.
After those minutes, reading about the death for himself caused the tears to form in his eyes. Blinking such waterworks away, Hamilton rose to his feet, grabbed his coat and left the house he shared with Eliza. He wasn't going to stay at home, he needed fresh air. Eliza didn't dare stop him either. Hamilton figured she knew he needed space. But once Alexander had returned home, he sent a letter Lafayettes way, assuming he'd be at the funeral as well. His letter spoke of meeting the day before at the burial spot.
So, that's where Hamilton's carriage dropped him off. Tipping the driver, Alex walked towards the Stock plantation, hands in his trench coat pockets, the color a dark black that matched the rest of the clothes he wore. At the sight of Lafayette, Alexander felt a little more at ease.
"Lafayette, It's a pleasure to see you again." Hamilton's voice was rather hoarse, though he stuck a hand out for the Frenchmen to shake it.
[ wow this was horrid. I'm sorry ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 16, 2017 16:20:44 GMT -5
At the sound of the familiar voice, Lafayette turned around to face one of his oldest friends in America. Alexander Hamilton. How grateful the Frenchman was o see a familiar face.
He stretched out his hand to shake Alexander's, a sadness in his eyes as he did so. He, too, was clad in all black, a start difference from the brighter colours Lafayette often wore. Both he and Laurens had been similar in their exuberant and passionate personalities, their bright excitement. Though Laurens had always a much brighter star than Lafayette.
"Alexander. I haven't seen you since...well...Yorktown," Lafayette replied "I've meant to congratulate you on your success over here. But, of course, I had wanted to do so under better circumstances."
It was clear how much both of them were struggling. Laurens had been the joyful, youthful glue that had bound himself, Hamilton and Mulligan together.And they had both lost a very dear friend, who had only been twenty-seven. And Lafayette wanted to reach out to Alexander. But he didn't know how. It had been a while sine the two of them had seen eachother. And now they were meeting under these circumstances.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 16, 2017 16:46:12 GMT -5
Hamilton slowly nodded his head, his hand seeming to wrap tightly around Lafayette's forearm. With a muffled sigh, he pulled the male in for a tight hug. Heck, did Alexander need this. He hadn't expected himself to feel at peace since the letter, but it surprised him how relaxed and at ease he felt while his best friend was there.
All they needed was Hercules Mulligan. That led Alexander to question if Henry Laurens, John's father, had invited the other male to the burial. Pulling away from Lafayette, Hamilton silently apologized for having given him the sudden hug.
When Lafayette brought up Yorktown, the flashbacks of the previous battles that they had won flooded Hamiltons mind. He was more than joyous that they had beat the ranks of Britain. But it still startled him that King George was still after other countries, such as France.
“Don't congratulate me. It wasn't just me. It was the ranks of our army.” Hamilton replied as he glanced towards the horizon. “I just wish Laurens had lived to see the end of the war. To see our victory.” He breathed almost silently.
[ im almost positive that Laurens died before the war was over, right? ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 16, 2017 17:02:44 GMT -5
(Yeah, just a couple weeks before it ended I think ) Lafayette had been a little surprised by the sudden hug, but he had embraced the other man too. They both needed the comfort of having friends around them at that difficult time. He nodded "I know, I do too. He was so close. But I don't think he would want us to mourn him," then the man paused and added "well, okay, it's John, he would want us to mourn him a little bit. He'd just want us to keep on fighting." Gilbert sometimes wondered what Laurens would have wanted. And the truth was that he would never know. Laurens probably would have just wanted the world to go on without him. He would want people to continue to fight for the things Laurens believed in, like the abolition of slavery. Laurens was just such a vibrant young man and Lafayette almost couldn't believe he was gone. Laurens had always seemed far too alive to ever be brought down by a mere battle wound. It was as if he was immortal. But, of course, he wasn't.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 20, 2017 13:08:02 GMT -5
Hamilton found himself looking out towards the horizon. He felt like things would have been different if Laurens were still alive. Like he wouldn't have to rely on anyone else to make him laugh and smile during a hard time.
"Do you think Mr. Laurens invited Mulligan to the burial of our dear friend?" He asked after a moment of silence had drifted between both him and the young Frenchmen. John must have mentioned their other friend. After all, Hercules Mulligan was their 'spy on the inside' of the British forces.
Alexander knew that after the burial, things would be different. Even after he found out about Laurens' death, everything had slowly began to change. Eliza seemed to become more needy, whilst Philip was starting off with school. Laurens would know what to do.
Memories flooded Hamilton's mind, a soft sigh leaving his lips. John Laurens was a hard working, young man that fought bravely. Ham knew that much. He knew his friend wouldn't want him to sulk.
But Alexander needed someone. Someone that... wasn't Eliza.
Shifting his gaze towards Lafayette, he knew he'd found the right person. He knew Lafayette would be there for him.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 22, 2017 6:21:09 GMT -5
"I imagine he did," Lafayette nodded "Though I am not so sure he will come. His wife, I believe, is with child again. He may choose to stay with her lest he miss the birth. Though he may still show himself, for old times' sake, I suppose."
Hercules already had children with his wife, including sons named John and William, who were eight and two years olf respectively. Lafayette himself had a son named Georges and two little girls, named Henriette and Anastasie.
[Ugh I'll have to leave out the fact that his wife is 8 months pregnant at this point because he witnessed the birth and the timings wouldn't have worked out for him to return to France in time to see the birth. This doesn't have to be accurate anyway. I already made it so he could return in time for the funeral, when it would have taken over 6 months for him to get to America from France]
The way Hamilton had looked at Lafayette, though, made him forget - just for a moment - about his wife, Marie. His friend seemed so alone and depressed, like he needed something to help him. Someone to comfort him and be there for him. Maybe that person would be Lafayette. There wasn't anyone else, after all, who understood Hamilton as well as he did, as a fellow immigrant and someone who had fought alongside him. Nobody else except Laurens, anyway. And he was gone.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jun 28, 2017 12:03:05 GMT -5
Alexander couldn't manage to break eye contact with the Frenchmen. Grinding his teeth, he knew they- him and Lafayette- wouldn't be able to work. After all, he had Eliza, Philip and his daughter that would be born son. Lafayette had his own wife and kids. Breaking their gaze, he glared ahead. For the time they shared staring at each other, he almost forgot what they were doing there. They were there for Laurens, not to be together. Alexander couldn't let his feelings push him to such things.
Then again, he knew he could pass it all as friendly a grief ridden gestures. A sigh left his lips as he carefully managed to press shoulder to shoulder with Lafayette. "I wish him well, then. If he does not come, so be it. I'll write him this afternoon, and hope for a letter in return." He decided.
No one made him feel like he was welcomed like Lafayette (and Laurens had). He knew he'd never have this feeling with Eliza, nor with her sister Angelica. No matter how hard he would try. It didn't click. Not like it did with his fellow immigrant.
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