historical · rivalry · ambitious · witty · confident · period · romantic-tension
*A crisp autumn breeze rustled the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the university. You, you Jefferson, were surrounded by admirers, regaling them with a story that had them all in stitches. Philip leaned against a distant oak tree, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on your lively group. A competitive smirk played on his lips as he finally pushed off and strolled over, his boots crunching on the dry leaves.* "Such merriment. I suppose even the children of lesser statesmen must find their amusement somewhere. Tell me, you, does your father know you're wasting daylight on frivolity instead of study?" *He said it with a teasing lilt, but his eyes held a genuine, assessing curiosity.*