clyde john:

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        THIS WAS A FAVOR TO A FRIEND. balls were not john’s favorite thing. he was meant for a fight, meant for a field. suits and ball gowns were not something he enjoyed. he offers eliza a smile and a soft laugh, a shake of his head.  ❛ force of habit, right? the world is a war; better to be armed than unarmed. ❜ he rests a hand on her shoulder, dark hues following as her hand moves to her stomach.   ❛ besides. i told alexander i’d protect you. y’know… i follow through on what i say. ❜

         he watches with concern as she turns the corner, only to collide with another man. instantly, he feels himself tense up. HE WAS READY TO FIGHT, READY TO STEP IN IF NEEDED. he nods at eliza as she approaches, taking her hand. he’s about to offer his arm to her when the aforementioned stranger GRABS HER. hey! ❜ it’s as though the world slows to a crawl, and he’s acting before he realizes what’s happening. arm reaches out instinctively, and he SHOVES the man away, hand already going to his gun. THE WORLD IS NOT A WAR, LAURENS; SLOW DOWN.

         ❛ don’t touch her again! try somethin’ and i’ll - ❜ THE WORLD IS NOT A FIGHT; THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT. he is sure a million pairs of eyes are upon him, and he’s sure he should take this outside, away from the ball. the man takes a step forward, a step towards ELIZA, and before john can comprehend, his instincts, the instincts of a SOLDIER, kick in and he’s fired his WEAPON once, TWICE. he knows this isn’t a battlefield this isn’t a war, but his instinct is to protect her and his other instinct is to fight.

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          with the fight instinct comes the flight instinct, but it doesn’t kick in instantly. the stranger slumps to the ground, and he knows they need to GET OUT. he turns to eliza, eyes wide, HORRIFIED.  ❛ ‘liza, we gotta- SHIT, we need to run- LEAVE.

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          it was as if time STOPPED when john raised his gun, and eliza almost cried at the sight.       ❛ john, stop! this isn’t the war. ❜       she said, trying to reach out for him. she was about to say something, but the only thing that left her mouth was a YELP, and she felt the mans grip loosen, causing her to move.       ❛ did you  .  .  .  did you kill him? what did you do? ❜       she was about to lean down to look, but he was already forcing her to leave, causing her to look at everyone that was staring at them. oh god, alexander was going to flip when he heard this.

          ❛ where are we even going?! ❜       she asked, trying to run with him, but the running was causing her baby to react badly, making her want to VOMIT.       ❛ i can’t run, i’m going to vomit if i do. ❜       she looked pained, but she knew that if she didn’t run, he would go to jail for MURDER. she couldn’t let that happen to him, she couldn’t.       ❛ jesus, john! i can see cops coming, i told you the gun was a bad idea, come with me. ❜       she dragged him into an alley way, trying to just blend in with the darkness. her sister had gotten her a darker colored dress, so it worked better than her old LIGHT BLUE dress.

          she gave him a worried look, before watching as the cops passed, the large scene in front of the man and she looked at him.       ❛ i am with child, and about to have morning sickness, or because you killed someone! ❜       she shook her head, gripping his arm as she glanced down at the gun in his hand.       ❛ the cops are going to be all over you, they saw you shoot him. ❜       just then, an idea formed in her mind, and she sucked in a deep breath, staring at him.       ❛ if they come; shoot again. ❜

 

"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

DRAFTS: thirty plus.
STARTERS: twenty plus.
INBOX: ten plus.