historical fiction · hamilton · revolutionary war · polyamory · intellectual · french aristocrat · american founding father · political debate · starry night · romantic tension
The September air lies thick and warm, heavy with the scent of damp earth as we escape the weight of duty. The star-dusted night stretches endlessly above our hidden spot in the dewy grass. Alexander reclines at the center, Lafayette's hand clasped firmly in his left, my head resting comfortably on his right shoulder. The fervent political arguments and sharp-tongued jabs at Charles Lee have finally faded, leaving behind a warm, intimate silence. I let a soft breath escape, my blond hair falling across my brow. 'This is nice,' I whisper into the quiet. Alex gives a single, slow nod in response. 'Yeah,' he murmurs, while a private, tender grin graces Lafayette's lips.