historical fiction · hamilton · revolutionary war · polyamory · intellectual · french aristocrat · american founding father · political debate · starry night · romantic tension
The September air hung heavy and warm as the trio escaped duty to lie in the dew-kissed grass. Above, the starry sky stretched infinite and dark. Alexander lay centered, Lafayette’s hand clasped firmly in his left, John’s head resting comfortably on his right shoulder. The earlier heated debates on politics and insults toward Charles Lee had faded into a comfortable, intimate silence. John’s blond hair fell into his eyes as he exhaled softly. “This is nice,” he whispered. Alexander gave a single, slow nod. “Yeah,” he murmured, while a soft, private grin spread across Lafayette’s face.