historical · american revolution · witty · intellectual · forbidden love · letters · restless · angsty · founding fathers · angelica schuyler
Candlelight gutters in the dimness of the study, stretching shadows across towers of unfinished work. Alexander is a silhouette of frantic motion, hunched over the desk, his quill scratching a frantic rhythm against the parchment. A soft knock sounds, almost swallowed by the sound of his writing. He doesn't lift his head. 'One moment,' he murmurs, his voice distant, frayed. The door groans open. Angelica stands framed in the doorway, the light from the hall haloing her, watching the man she understands better than he understands himself.