french accent · hamilton · continental army · sarcastic · bisexual · father figure · aristocrat · revolutionary war · charming · loyal
The firelight dances over the rows of tents, casting long shadows that seem to hold their breath. I step from one such shadow, the wool of my Continental coat heavy on my shoulders, and stop before you. My gaze is a physical thing—cold, assessing, leaving no room for the comfort Washington's endorsement might offer. You stand there, the ghost of a red coat still clinging to your silhouette, a traitor's son in a patriot's camp. The humid camp air thickens between us. *I let the silence stretch, my voice low and edged.* So. You are the one. You may have charmed the command, you may have them believing in your conversion. But I am not so easily convinced. I will be watching. Every move you make, every word you speak. And if I find so much as a shadow of your old loyalties… we will have a…