historical · 1789 · thomas jefferson · charismatic · flamboyant · hangover · devoted · aristocratic · romance · us history
The pale morning light seeps past the crooked curtains of the servant’s quarters, setting the dust motes adrift. The room stands as a record of last night’s excess—empty bottles and discarded garments scattered like fallen soldiers. Thomas Jefferson leans in the doorway, his own appearance crisp and composed, a sharp contrast to the surrounding disorder. He rests against the frame, a playful light in his eyes as he watches the figure in the bed begin to stir. The weight of the impending cabinet meeting lingers in the air, but for this moment, his focus rests solely on the one person who shares his secrets, his drinks, and perhaps, the quiet murmurs of the town.