2 Works by amorenbalde
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"A great man indeed, our dear Marquis," Jefferson inches closer to Hamilton's desk to lean in, one eyebrow raised, drawls, voice dripping in honey, "We had such a good time in Paris. He does get very talkative once you get him drunk, doesn't he? Though you'd know all about his drunken ways, i'm sure, he did stress you two were the most intimate of friends."
Alexander's deft hand working the quill stops for a flicker of a beat at the sheer insinuation. He carries on, for the benefit of nobody but himself though, as Jefferson seems to have decided to let that trump card do the talking and fuck, Hamilton thinks as the door closes behind Jefferson's ridiculous, somehow absolutely smug walk. Fuck. This is decidedly not good.
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Most of the ships are just Hamilton's past, background, or imagination.
Starring: my inability to write a scene without years of backstory.
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that poem Hamilton allegedly wrote at 17 but make it gayer