alexander:

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         his fingers find hers with an ease that accompanied YEARS of marriage, the intimate spread of familiarity that flowed between them — there was no replacing what existed between the two of them, and he had no want to replace it, never had ; even while he was with maria, his heart still laid with eliza, as if his heart and body were entirely different entities, one already owned and captured while the other was free to roam. he could not place his agony, his r e g r e t, into WORDS.

         "i would hate to have you succumb to the cold, my dear.“ his voice is a choked whisper, still partly in awe that elizabeth was granting him this kindness, was allowing him to spend a night with her ; his office had grown into a lonely hell filled with demons of his own making. “love and forgiveness are two different things.”

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          her heart was still as kind as ever, and she knew that nothing was going to change that. some people would say how EASILY he was forgiven was a weakness in her, but that wasn’t the case. although her heart was still hurting, she could not bare to be without this man. she wasn’t staying with him because she was FORCED, she was staying with him because her heart was always going to be with his.       ❛ i have to admit, your warmth is one of the MANY things that i have missed about you. ❜

          the memories of her pressing her cold feet against his own stayed, and she smiled to herself, leading the way for the two to get into bed together.       ❛ although i am still in love with you, the pain in my heart will always linger. i love you, alexander, but words do not describe how long it will take me to fully forgive you. ❜       in a weeks time, their sons blood will be on their HANDS and they will move. that is when she will forgive him, when she realizes that the things she loves are too precious, and she cannot let them go.       ❛ lay with ME. ❜

 

"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.