slavesoldiers:

                “ We have sunk the Africans & their descendants BELOW the standard of                        humanity, and almost render’d them INCAPABLE of that blessing                                           which equal Heaven bestow’d upon us A L L. ”

                                                           independent john laurens.                                                                  historical based.                                                                  penned by gem.

THIS IS AN OFFICIAL HIATUS NOTE

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I finally decided to do it. This isn’t because I lost muse for Laurens bc he’s still a strong muse, but every time I come online, I feel anxious for some reason. So, I’m going to take a break from this blog. I don’t know how long it will be; it could be a week to a couple of months.

If you want to keep in touch, you can shoot me a message on my sk//yp.e, but I’d prefer only mutuals to add me and if you do, send your url so i know who you are.

I hope to see you guys again when I come back!

note: I’ll probably come online from time to time to try and keep in contact with you guys, but I don’t know how often that will be. so, sk//yp.e would be the best shot.

          John’s head fell with soft laughter. Of course Alexander would defend himself and his choice of words. It was clear that NOTHING had changed during the war. Everything still seemed to the same-- and that was something the southerner didn’t mind. In fact, he PREFERRED it that way. He didn’t want friendships to change due to the war or due to any kind of injury.

        “ I’ve heard that many times in the span of a few days. In fact, I look better than even I expected. I thought I was going to DIE, but it was clear it wasn’t my time to leave yet, ” John explained, his tone softer than the teasing one it previously laced together. His eyes finally rose to meet his friend’s once more, smile never faltering. It was comforting to have Alexander accompany him. It was better than any letter. “ What took you so long to arrive? I expected you to be here sooner. Or perhaps receive a letter sooner. ”

            “ There is nothing wrong with those words! “ A little less refined than his usual choice of words, lacking the tact that Alexander was sure he had, of course, but still fine words. Though, of course he would think that. Still, the sight of his dear friend caused a smile to dance over his lips, obvious mirth washing over his face. 

              “ Give me time to think of something better to say, your company has left me speechless, clearly. “ In Hamilton’s respect, there was only a slight snippet of sarcasm weaving into his words, most of his tone indicating genuineness. “ Well, if you insist. “ Smile still painted over his features, Alexander moved toward the bed, perching on the edge. “ You look better than I expected, at least. “

        John’s shoulders began to shake with soft laughter, hazel eyes looking over the Frenchman’s form. So, perhaps Lafayette was right. He WASN’T the best dance, but it didn’t matter skill. It only mattered if you were having FUN, right? So, his body twisted, his own feet carrying him in a small array of dance moves, soon finding himself shifting his weight to one foot to SPIN to his friend’s side, smile plastered on an amused face.

        “ You’re having fun, are you NOT? ” he commented, chest shaking once more with a quiet chuckle, feet soon sliding his body away from Lafayette to grant him more PERSONAL space than before. “ This isn’t so bad. ”

Lafayette groaned, graceful disposition vanishing almost immediately as he was pulled along by the other man. Meeting his eyes with an almost desperate stare, feet dragged for a moment or two before walking half-willingly onto the dance floor. 

“John,” he hissed in a whisper, “don’t say I didn’t warn you, mon amie.” It was not long before Lafayette threw back the rest of his drink in an effort to loosen up, to perhaps aide his dancing so it might look like he did not in fact have two left feet. “You are relentless.” 

          Miracle. How many times was he told his survival was a miracle? It was more times than he could count and it had only dawned on him how PRECIOUS it was when he saw the grin on his friend’s face. If he died, he never would have been able to see Alexander smile again. If he died, he NEVER would have gotten to see any of his friends again. If he died....

          Negative thoughts were broken by Alexander’s voice. John pulled himself away from those ‘what ifs’ and instead focused on what he had missed. So, his friend’s life was going well. A perfect son, being appointed to the congress of confederation... What ELSE had he missed? Perhaps Alexander had multiple homes too. 

          His smile finally fell when he heard him speak with what sounded like regret, his hands that had rested on his friend’s hips soon raising to grasp the hands from his shoulders to give an assuring squeeze. To think he was upset over something John wasn’t mad about chipped away at him. “ You’re still my CLOSEST friend, whether you refused to travel in my honor or not. If you think I’m mad, I’m not. Your own problems will arise and I understand that. It wasn’t NECESSARY for you to come. ”

“no– no, you have nothing to apologize for. your absence was not your fault. the fact that you’re alive at all, it– it’s a miracle.” alexander sighs, pulling back to better look at his friend, hands cupping either side of his face. it feels surreal, like a dream, talking to him again. he never thought he would get the chance. his expression mirrors john’s, a wide smile splitting his face.

“you’ve missed some. my son, he’s nearly a year old, now. and beautiful– just– he’s perfect. and– and, i’ve been appointed into the congress of the confederate! really… exciting.” his smile flickers and his hands fall onto john’s shoulders. “i… should have come to visit. i received the news from your father, and i knew i should travel to at least console him, but…” a sigh. “i’m sorry i didn’t, laurens. truly, i am. what kind of man does that make me– what kind of friend– that i refused to travel in your honor?”

so, i think i have a mild concussion or just a concussion. so, i may be in and out for the next few days, but i promise i have replies drafted and i’m slowly working on them!

                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

butlittle replied to your post:

but first you should Love Me

okay but get this: i do bby

me: i should do replies also me: okay but look at these amazing artists and is that a new song cover hold on--

          John's shoulders rose in a shrug as the Frenchman’s tune changed, not bothering or WANTING to address he would be leaving his friends for South Carolina. Then again, they were all going to part for a short time. But, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy his time with the others for now.

          “ A catastrophe? I don’t believe that, but I refuse to let you sit by and let the fun pass you by, ” he joked, moving to lean against the wall beside Lafayette to playfully nudged him. He waited for a beat to pass before his hand found his friend’s and dragged him forward, careful not to spill his drink. “ Come on, have some fun. ”

“If only that was possible,” the frenchman chuckled with a cynical grin, sighing and leaning against the wall before downing the rest of his drink. He would not have said anything to his friend if he had not thought it necessary, but soon the four of them would be scattered to the winds. 

“No one here wants to see me dance,” Lafayette noted, this time a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “C’est une catastrophe.” 

OKAY BUT ONE MORE THING --

       It’s an IMPORTANT SUBJECT, and you SHIT DOES NOT COUNT AS GIVING BIRTH. THANK YOU, AND GOODNIGHT.

stcph replied to your post:

ew who would do that

no idea my guess is three nerds with nothing better to do than talk about a poopinator

i never thought i would talk about poop with friends for half an hour what an experience

ofbrightspirits replied to your post:

i’m c rying thIS IS TOO CU T E

i triED THANK YOU THE TWO DESE RVE IT

❝ Am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over excited. ❞

hamilton act I one (the happy days) | accepting!

          By now, John is sitting back in his chair, drink in hand. He didn’t feel the need to interrupt the Schuyler. He didn’t want to risk shooting down her cheerful mood so, he kept to himself while listening and sipping at his drink, a small smile playing on his lips. The last time he saw someone so excited was when he’d first met Alexander. So, to see someone become so excitable once more after WEEKS of normality was a breath of fresh air.

         “ --Not at all. Don’t fret and please continue, ma’am. I’d love to hear MORE. ”

❝ We have to make this moment last. ❞

hamilton act I one (the happy days) | accepting!

          One hand rested on the woman’s hip, the other keeping a gentle grasp on dainty hands. To be so close and dancing with a SCHUYLER sister was a privilege John wasn’t going to take for granted. Instead, he chose to try and enjoy himself while doing his best to entertain the woman as well. So, for the time being, he kept the dance at a STEADY rate compared to a more energetic one he might have danced to if he were alone.

          “ I agree. Who knows if I’ll get the opportunity to dance with such a beautiful lady again? ”

          John’s attention was forced away from the dancing to face his friend, confusion replacing his previously AMUSED expression. His eyes soon followed Lafayette’s, only to return to the man’s before he let out a heavy sigh, a hand moving to pat his shoulder in an attempt to help ease any of his nerves.

        “ There’s nothing to fear. I’ll be alright, ” he assured, finally managing a faint smile once more. “ Why don’t you dance? Take your mind off of your worries for one night. ”

starter for @slavesoldiers ; accepting

Lafayette grabbed the man’s shoulder and turned him around. “Laurens,” he began, a tone of warning not matching the festivities around them leaving his lips. “You must be careful. We need you alive.” His eyes floated to Alexander then back to John.