alexander:

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———   ❝  
eliza  ❞  pain drawn into the sutures of a BROKEN FACE.  attenuated, drooping lips wobble, adam’s apple bobbing as his body FIGHTS ( the war is over, the war is over, the war is over ) against SOBS.  the words are digging knives into his soul, already worn by battle scars ; he wants nothing more than to hold her body to his, as though that would keep the quivering of his own at bay.  a great silvertongue swells beneath anguish, fed by opposing sides in his head, a HURRICANE, a battlefront beating endlessly against him.  he is hunched over, pressed against the wall, back broken from relentless winds, from shrapnel flying down like bullets of rain.  —from mourning.


             ❝  i didn’t know  i thought…  ❞  again, a great mind had failed him.  YOUR SON, his heart lamented, reaching desperate tendrils out to feel for the melody of the keys, now ruined.  YOUR SON IS GONE. because of you.  his breath gasps, attempting to suck in air around a swollen, taunt throat that burns from tears.  ❝  it was a friend, eliza.  he was supposed to do the honorable thing.  he was supposed to live, eliza.  please, i didn’t know.  THIS TIME, i didn’t know what i was doing.  how was i supposed to know——??  ❞

             it isn’t ANGER that splits his voice, but desperation.  hands that were HOURS PREVIOUS holding his still-breathing son, tainted with blood and mistakes now TREMBLED.  his voice isn’t the only thing that breaks.

                                                    @ncright  cont’d.
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          it’s as if a LIGHT BULB goes off in her head as she stares at him, crossing her arms over her chest.       ❛ that’s the point of a duel alexander! you get into them three times a day, i would think that you out of ALL people know what to do. ❜       what an idiot her husband was, all she wanted to do was throw him out of the house, all she wanted to do was SCREAM at him.       ❛ he was too kind, he was NOTHING like you. all he had was your confidence, and that WASN’T enough! ❜       tears filled her eyes once more as she then started to punch him. she was weak as it was, but now that she was crying, she was even more weak. the punches wouldn’t hurt, but she NEEDED it.

          ❛ you think that you know everything, but you don’t alexander! you know nothing more, maybe even LESS than i do. all you do is think, all you do is write, and all you do is treat this family like it’s NOTHING! i have done everything i can to make you happy, and to make you be a normal parent. but god, can’t you just do ONE thing! ❜       eliza has never yelled at her husband like this, and even though there was nothing but sadness and desperation in his eyes and face, he DESERVED IT.

          ❛ why can you just talk less?

 

"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.