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[thatonearoacefreak]

If anyone suggests this I am immediately down on one knee, and we are getting married tomorrow 😔💍

Add Deadpool and Wolverine on there too tho <33

who’s gonna match my freak

[jo-the-schmo]

Breaking... Ch.21

Masterlist!!!

A/N: Welp, this was an interesting one.

Wordcount: 1875

Wanings: General not goodness and maybe language idk

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Breaking The Passage

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. But this certainly wasn’t it. Philip walked into the room. His hair was longer, his shoulders broader and he even seemed to be a little taller. Everyone rushed over to him. Eliza and Lizzy obviously getting the most attention. You just stood there, a few feet away, staring up at him. When you looked back and remembered him, he was always cute, but not now. His cheeks weren’t as round as they used to be, his eyes seemed older than he was. He was handsome. He finally looked at you, you couldn’t read what you saw in his eyes but something flashed there. It was like a flare, there for one minute and faded out the next. He gave you a closed mouth smile. ‘Philly, fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better.’  

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” He asked with ennui. You were blown away, there was no color in his voice when he spoke to you. Where’d my ‘Autumn Rhythms’ go? You blinked away your astonishment.

“I-I’m…fine.” You tried to swallow your fears but you ended up choking on it. He walked right past you, your greatest fear had been realized. He didn’t look back at you; you were just another face. You felt that presence again and you wanted to feel angry at it. But you couldn’t. It swaddled you and held you, it felt smaller than you and yet at the same time it felt like the biggest thing in the world. He went up the stairs, you heard his footsteps, you heard his door close, you’re always listening. Always hearing, always feeling, always seeing, always experiencing. Helpless… I have been made helpless to you, I stand here and think to myself ‘Shall I ever be satisfied?’ I wonder if I was ever enough in my sentences, but am I paranoid in every paragraph of how he perceives me? Am I running out of time? Is this where it gets me? I wait for it, wait for him. He says no to this because why shouldn’t he? I wasn’t around, I swore that I would be around for him. His eyes were on me, but my story is told. Wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him. Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied. Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless. Am I the madman or the lover? For he is certainly the poet. Where has my soul fled to? Tongue, lose thy light. Tongue, not a word. Thus Thisbe ends. You felt something shaking your shoulder.

“TT! Hey! What’s wrong?” Angie called out to you. You blinked a few times and took a sharp breath. Your face felt wet.

“N-Nothing.” You heaved. Angie looked straight ahead at you.

“Are you sure? You’re crying and sweating and… Oh God is that blood?” Her eyes widened. You touched your nose with a shaking hand, a red droplet rolled down your fingers. ‘How are you?’

“I said I’m fine.” You rushed out of the room, dashing into your own and shutting the door behind you. You took the chair from your desk and propped it against the handle. You undid the back of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You looked up and at the window by your desk. You saw yourself staring back at you. You saw the unnatural dip of your waist from the corset. You loosened it. You saw your eyes, no sparkle. You pulled the ribbon out of your hair. You saw the blood leaking from your nostrils, it dripped onto the arms that hugged your chest. You didn’t wipe it away. This is who I really am… Then it was cold, it crawled up your back. That presence was strong, it always made it’s clear when you were vulnerable.

“Stop. Go back.” It whispered into your connective tissue, the vibrations echoed through the blood in your veins and dispersed through your nose as you took a breath.

“What are you?” You asked to freezing air.

“Home. Go home.” It muttered.

“What even is home anymore? I think I lost it on the way here…”

“Rise. Phoenix will come. Reborn once more. For you have commanded it.” Then it was gone, no trace, no presence, no watching. You fell onto your bed and curled up into a ball. You grabbed your head cloth off your desk and wiped you nose.

I’m fine. I can handle this. Don’t freak out.

…

            The next day, Philip went out, he stayed out for most of the day. When he came back, he said hello to you, in that same voice. He would talk with the others and then go up to his room. This happened again the next day, and the next day, and the next, and the next. It was frustrating, he was completely ignoring you and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Every time you two were in the same room together, all eyes would be on you and once he left, they’d stay on you. Even AJ tried to stay next to you when you were together, he wanted to try and comfort you and that broke your heart. Angie said she tried to confront him at one point but he kept evading the question. Angie, Johnny, Willy and Lizzy’s birthday passed, Christmas passed, his birthday passed, nothing. This waiting game was killing you. Alex and Eliza tried to comfort you, they were worried about Philip as well. It didn’t help that the smell perfume would fill the room whenever he’d walk in. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to tell him everything and you tried. He would shoot you down every time, not quite letting you finish. “Sorry, I’ve got a paper to write.” “I apologize; I have to meet my friend soon.” You wondered what happened, what made him have a distaste for you. Why couldn’t he look at you the way he did before? Or call you his starlight? Just one more time… Then you heard a knock at the door.

            You straightened out your skirt and approached the door. You smiled politely as you opened it up.

“Welcome to the Hamilton estate, is there any way that I may assist you today?”

“Excuse me, Miss. I am here to see a dear friend of mine. Is Alexander here?” There was something about the way this man spoke that made you curious. You looked up at him, he was tall, had warm, sepia colored skin paired with dark facial hair and tight curls pulled back into a ponytail. His suit was a deep blue and he stood tall, he had fantastic posture.

“Um, yes, he is here. May I have your name, sir?” You asked.

“Ah, yes, forgive my rudeness. I have not been America for quite some time. Alexander knows me by Lafayette.” I KNEW HE SOUNDED A LITTLE FRENCH! TEN POINTS FOR ME!

“Oh! No, no! Nothing to worry about! Please come in!” You smiled wide and opened the door up for him, once he was inside you shut it behind him. “Does Alex know you’re coming?”

“Yes, he is aware, don’t worry. He said that it would be a good surprise for the children!” He said proudly.

“Well, I’ll take you to his stu-“ A loud, booming voice interrupted your sentence.

“I thought I recognized that French voice from somewhere!” Of course, it’s always Alex!

“Monsieur Hamilton!” Lafayette shouted.

“Monsieur Lafayette!” They both made their ways over to each other and initiated in the bro hug that you remembered so clearly. Seriously, I won’t get an explanation for that will I? Alex went over to the stairs and called for the children. It wasn’t long before a small army of Hamiltons came running down the steps to hug Lafayette.

“Uncle Laf! Uncle Laf!” Angie cried as she ran over to hug the tall man.

“Goodness! You have gotten so big, ma petite ange! I haven’t seen you since you were une tout petite fauteuse de troubles!” He laughed, he noticed her hair. “New style? It suits you.” Angie seemed relieved by the compliment. Philip came down and you tried to look nonchalant. “Ah, the boy of the hour! Glad to see that you are well, Philip. You never did get back to me about that package I sent you.”

“Actually, Angelica took it from me and refuses to give it back.” Philip scolded.

“Don’t blame me for looking better in it!” She scoffed.

            The next few days were like this, everyone was excited about having Lafayette in the house. It gave everyone a bit more energy, everyone except you that is. You sat in the main room, your Midsummer Night’s dream in hand. You didn’t look at the pages, just stared out at your own reflection in the grand windows, and then you saw another face in the glass. You turned to find Lafayette kneeling down beside your chair.

“Miss Y/N, you seem out of sorts. Is something the matter?” He asked with a mix of concern and intrigue. You tried to brush it off, make it seem unimportant.

“No, I’m alright. Nothing to worry about.” He sighed at your answer.

“Let me tell you something, Miss Y/N. Back during the war, I was the mediator of my group. I’m good at knowing when someone is lying and I do not wish to, how you say, toot my own horn but I would say that I’m a fairly good listener. Now, is something the matter?” You couldn’t but feel like you needed to tell someone about how you were feeling. As much as you loved the others, they would be more conflicted. Lafayette was probably the closest thing to a third party that you were going to get. So, you told him everything you could. You told him about your feelings for Philip, how he drifted away, all of your fears about the situation, how horrible of a person you started to believe yourself to be. He just sat there and listened, only stopping you a few times to ask a question. You felt a little better afterwards, it was surprising how much of a relief it was to just get it out into words for someone else to hear instead of writing it away to fester. He took a deep breath.

“Got any advice for that?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood, he stood up.

“We’ll see.” He said simply before turning and leaving you at the window. What…What does that even mean?  

            A few days later, you were serving tea to Eliza and Alex when Philip strolled into the parlor.

“Mom, Pops, I have a question.” That was another one of his new things, calling Alex and Eliza that. They still didn’t seem used to it.

“What is it, my son?” Alex asked before taking a sip of tea.

“There’s a ball at the end of this month. I would like to go to it and I would like to bring someone with me.” He stated.

“Oh? Who would you like to bring?” Eliza asked sweetly.

“Miss Theodosia Burr.”