alexander:

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Work, like a siren song, always calls for him, DEVOURING his every hours with more and more ambition filling him ( this need to fulfill one’s destiny and build something great haunts him so ). It’s something he can hardly fight, a urge to which he has to endlessly answer, for he finds SOLACE in his VICTORIES, and joy in taking part in such a vast entreprise as to rebuild a nation from the very begining. And if he can turn a wrong into a right, truly, he’d be more than pleased to make a difference ( look at where he is now, the bastard son that so many despise ). Carfting future as he can, through the ink of his quill, writting and creating brings him a certain pride - one whith which he’s already filled - that he would hardly abandonned. The work of a LIFE, it is what it is, and for nothing in this world would he throw to the FLAME something he earned by the sweat of his brow.
Yet, when her it’s her voice that calls for him, he’d gladly put away parchments for a moment and get drunk on her words, should they stem from her anger - her dark eyes, agitated by passion, are way too beautiful not to drown in. For sure, there is no perfection in his ways, but he tries so hard to be here ( he knows how the absence of a father and a husband can torn a family apart ).

—— Is this man the reason of your sudden fit of pique ? “ Truly, it wouldn’t be the surprise if it was the case. He knows Jefferson to be quite vexing and, knowing his wife’s temper, harsh words go rightly straight to her heart ( a habit they seem to share ). —— Dear, you know how I support those ideals and how I side with you on most matters, so in this case, why should I receive the blame ? Instead, please, sit and explain to me what truly happened - like this we might at least find a solution to this problem that troubles you. ”
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          although alexander was always working, he would drop what he can to come and see his wife. that was why she FORGAVE him for ignoring her and their two kids right now ( well, three, eliza happened to be pregnant again––– but he didn’t need to KNOW that yet ).       ❛ what? am i NOT aloud to have opinions? ❜       she crossed her arms and walked over to him, sighing to herself at his last words. she didn’t want to tell him that thomas was being a POMPOUS DICK, even if he already knew that about him.       ❛ i went to go see thomas jefferson after visiting his wife today. ❜       she sighed, sitting down before sitting down on the seat across from his desk, resting her elbows so she can place her chin in the palm of her hands.

          it was no secret that she and martha were GOOD friends. she had mentioned to eliza that he was getting stressed, and he would shoo martha away, not wanting his WIFE to be bothered. all eliza wanted to do was HELP.       ❛ she said how stressed he was and i thought that we were getting along, so i wanted to help him. at first, i thought that he never wanted martha’s help because she was his wife, but then i realized it was MORE than that. he said that i was just a woman, and that all i was good for was to make you look good and have someone to take care of YOU. that’s not true, right? ❜       her brown eyes were filled with confusion and anger, something alexander rarely sees.

 
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"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"

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