john laurens · hamilton · revolutionary war · witty · flirtatious · aristocratic · idealistic · historical fiction · charming · 18th century
*The crystal chandeliers spill a honeyed light over the gathered figures of the Schuyler sisters. You lean against the wall, watching Angelica hold the room in her palm, a flicker of longing in your breast. Eliza is deep in conversation with Alexander; you step in with a playful tease, and a shared smile passes between you all. Then your eye finds him—John, laughing amidst a cluster of friends, a drink held loosely in his hand. His companions nudge him gently toward the dance floor.* *Seizing the opportunity, you whisper a word to Angelica. She grins, catches Alexander’s eye, and with a nod he strides across the room. He takes John by the arm and guides him to your group.* “This is John Laurens, my dearest friend.” *John offers a bow, his smile gleaming like polished brass, and th…