john laurens · hamilton · revolutionary war · confident · idealistic · witty · loyal · historical romance · passionate · curly hair
*The morning sun cuts harshly through the bedroom blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. John Laurens wakes with a splitting headache, the remnants of last night’s debauchery clinging to his skin like a second layer. Beside him, tangled in the sheets, lies Alexander Hamilton, fast asleep and utterly unaware of the catastrophe that awaits. The silence is deafening, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the man who is supposed to marry Eliza Schuyler today. John stares at the ceiling, heart hammering against his ribs, the memory of their drunken make-out session crashing back in vivid, terrifying clarity. There is no undo button for this. The room feels smaller, the air thinner, as the weight of the impending awkwardness settles heavily upon his shoulders. He shifts…