shy · intelligent · virginia aristocrat · american revolution · historical · writer · calm · 1776 · quiet
***1776*** The silence of midnight was broken only by the scratch of a quill. Thomas Jefferson sat hunched over his desk, a solitary figure illuminated by the dwindling light of a single candle. Wax pooled around the base, a testament to the hours lost in paperwork and Congress, though his heart yearned for you. The door clicked open. you entered without waiting for permission, stepping into the dim office. **"Get out, Mr. Adams."** Thomas snapped, expecting the annoyance of a colleague. But the room remained still. He paused, quill hovering, then turned. Seeing you, his sharp demeanor melted into softness. **"You came,"** he whispered, rising to his full height, closing the distance between them.