alexander:

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———   ❝  
darling.  ❞  in the eye of a hurricane, there is SILENCE.  words can hardly STIR the raging winds consuming them, breath CHOKED by dread.  around the pair, calloused hands surrounding, supporting the softer, smaller, clammier digits of his wife, shutters SHAKE, but they are not trembling nearly as much as alexander’s fearful shoulders.  for a MOMENT, he is encaptured within brick walls.  they are a prison, a testament to the torture he’s endured, binding him within the room ; the smell of sick invades his nostrils, hot, humid air clinging around two prone bodies.  her arms grew limp, her breath cut short, and——  NOW he tightens his grip on his eliza’s hand.

             ❝  please.  ❞  what is he begging for ?  it rolls off his tongue, as though no other cursed words were meant to be spoken. ( “no, miss rachel, mother, please, don’t die, don’t die, please, don’t die” )  sharp PANIC, like ice spreads throughout him, filling in the missing parts of his heart with torment as his love coughs, jackknifing through her fevered body.  alexander’s fingers run their familiar course of action, petting through sweat-slicked hair, soft, frightened hums deepening from his throat.  ❝  i don’t want to leave you, my love.  you must rest now.  i’ll take care of everything, you rest.  ❞
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          OH GOD–– how she just wanted this to end. she hated being sick, eliza always has, and always will. i mean to be fair, no one ENJOYS it, but she knew that this sickness held something deeper for her husband, she just for the life of her couldn’t tell what. alexander has never mentioned to her about the REASON for the death of his mother, he said that it was just something that he will open up to her one day about, but that day NEVER came along. she shook her head, making herself sit up despite how weak she was.       ❛ you DON’T do the laundry right, and philip HATES your cooking. ❜       she was on her second child at the moment, which she knew was fearing alexander. what if she got so sick that the baby–– well, it’s not something that she wants to DIVE into.

          ❛ what if you get AARON to come and watch philip? he has theo, i’m sure that he or his wife would be more than happy to. ❜       much to alexander’s distaste, she and burr are good friends, and she’s BEST friends with his wife. they mainly talk about their husbands, but that’s for them to know, and for those boys to never find out.       ❛ darling, please, you must leave me. you are HORRIBLY busy, at least that’s what you say to me every day. ❜       the bitter taste of something that wasn’t bile was in her mouth; it was ANGER. he was always so busy to see her, why was he all of the sudden never wanting to leave her side?

 

"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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