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※  “You know, you’re far better at this parenting thing than I am -- have I ever thanked you?”

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It hadn’t been on purpose. The girl sometimes just got louder as she talked. Perhaps it was due to her size, feeling so small, she would increase in volume to make sure that her voice was heard. A silly thing to do with her Mama. She would always listen... even with the tiniest whispers. 

“Can we make the ones with the white chocolates in it? Oh-! Can I stand up on the stool?” The little one asked, raising to stand up on the sofa with her arms up for her Mama to take her. 

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Dearest Adrienne,

I am honored to be writing to a woman such as yourself, though I wish the circumstances could be different. Before I get into what I am writing about, let me first extend my best hopes and wishes for you and your children. I admire the loyalty you show towards Gilbert and I also appreciate everything you have done for my good friend. My sincerest apologies go out to you and your children for what you have had to endure these past years; I cannot imagine how difficult that must have been on you.

Onto the purpose of this letter, it is concerning the well-being of your husband. I have extended multiple invitations to your family in sheer concern for your safety, though each and every one went denied. I am in no means upset or angry, but I do feel as though I could be of some assistance to your situation. My children and I live alone in a mansion - one with many guest bedrooms and enough food to feed an army. In respect of your husbands beliefs (and what I believe to be yours, as well), my slaves will be paid for the duration of your visit. Monticello, I hope you know, is always open to you and your family.

Once again, I do hope you are well. Please extend my best wishes to your children, and consider this invitation thoughtfully.

Sincerely,

Thomas Jefferson

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❝ I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in? ❞

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※ obscenely domestic starters ※

※  She was right; he was staring. He couldn’t quite help it. “I fear that your father will want me gone as soon as I set foot over the doorway,” he smiled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “But... if you’d like... you -- you are free to join me on a walk... if you’d like, of course.”

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devotionconjugale replied to your post: more information i learned from chapter 2 of...

adrienne says damn right hell yeah he felt guilty :P

he diD though like actually he set sail for attempt number one without even telling her he was leaving he just sent a letter to her father like ‘yo. im going to america. fighting for liberty and shit’. and her father was pisSED but her mother defended laf to her and adri said something along the lines of ‘my mother believed in his ability to achieve glory two years before anyone else did’ and he turned back to france and he was like ‘i can’t do this i can’t leave them’ and then he was convinced that everyone actually wanted him to go and so he went but he wrote this huge ass letter to adrienne while he sailed there talking about how boring the trip was and why he was going to fight and how he was going to love her forever and he just loved her so much okay

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❨ @devotionconjugale ❩

※  “Have I mentioned that you look gorgeous today? Because you do -- you really do.”

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“ You don’t care about me. “

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※ if this was a meme i cant find it #imtheworst ※

※  “Adrienne, that is the furthest thing from true...!” he raised his voice in an outburst of anger, his dark eyes narrowing a bit. Upon realizing his outburst, though, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Adrienne. That is not true at all,” he murmured, looking down at her after a moment. “It is not that I do not care about you -- you are the closest thing to my heart, the most dear person in the world to me. I could not care about anyone or anything more than I care about you and our children. But I have to go. I must. This war...” he sighed, running a hand over his face, “needs me. Washington needs me. And I will be back soon -- there will only be a few more battles, I swear to it. I will return as soon as I can. You will remain in my mind and in my heart the entire time, the same as our children. I care immensely about you, my love. Please, just -- believe that. If there is nothing else from my lips that you will believe, believe that.”

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[she climbs over the back of the couch easily, an act she's performed a million times. crosslegged, she drops down onto the cushions next to him, holding the small box out for him to take.] Happy Valentine's Day, love.

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※ valentines day 2k17 ※

※  Looking over at his wife, Gil’s brow crinkles slightly. “You did not have to get me anything, my dearest,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before taking the box. “What is this...?” he questions gently, glancing down at it, then back to her, then back down, before opening the box she’d given him.

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➨ I'm v sorry adri insisted. But also the hair/clothes pulling one could work.

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※ touch laf. just – just touch laf. || put their hand between mine’s legs ※

※  He’d been trying so hard to get Adri’s family to like him. Family dinners were never going to be a comfortable occasion, sure, but he was going to do his best, despite his inexperience with such a situation. So far, everything had been going well. Or, as well as it could be going, with her father pretty much glaring at him the entire time, despite his sincere attempts to be polite. He’d even been doing his best to speak in Spanish, to try to get them used to the fact that yes, he was learning, he was doing his best to make them proud of him, despite the fact that they were not his parents and he didn’t need their pride. Gil wanted them to like him, though. It would make this so much easier on them.

※  “Señor Noailles, pase la pimienta, por-” he was cut off suddenly when he felt a slender hand between his legs, his eyes widening just a bit. He glanced over at Adrienne before feigning a cough, raising his napkin to his lips. “Por - por favor… lo siento, it… it was just a cough, my - my bad,” he stuttered, a blush tinting his ears red. Of course she’d be doing this now, of all times. He reached down to take her hand, a message that he hoped would say not now, later. Definitely later.

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19, 10 or 23 for the soulmate meme

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※ soulmates au || 23: the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long ※

※  He knew Adrienne was his soulmate. He’d known from the start that she was the one. As soon as they touched, as soon as he’d introduced himself, he knew. “Gilbert du Motier,” he’d said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her French was impeccable, and even more impressive was the fact that she’d told him she’d never been to France. He was no longer alone in the Heights, no longer without someone to call a friend. He could rely on Adri, he could ask her anything he needed to know about. And she spoke Spanish, thank God. He could finally buy things, finally learn about his neighbors, finally learn how to speak with them, all in their language. 

※  But, then, she’d told him she was going away to college. Across the country, too. Gil had heard that it hurt to be apart from your soulmate once you met, but they’d never been further than a block from one another, and they were never apart for more than a few hours. But who was he to say no to her going off to college? She would be the first in her family, and she was a genius – she deserved a college education - she could, and would, change the world someday. But college? It seemed like it would be the worst thing he’d ever experienced. And he was right. 

※  It started off small. A headache that went away if he took some painkillers, a cramp in his chest. As the days turned into weeks, the headaches got worse and worse, developing into migraines. The weight on his chest became heavier. Weeks turned into months. He had learned to try to ignore the blinding pain in his head, the migraines that made his hands tremble, the weight on his chest and his shoulders that made it difficult to breathe. And, some days, he couldn’t force himself to leave his bed, it was so bad. Adri, come home… he would think, his eyes screwed shut tightly. Come back to the barrio… come back… I miss you… I need you…

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✎ i literally dont care which verse

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※ From the Desk of M.-J. P. Y. R. Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette ※

         My Dearest, Adrienne,

       I write to inform you of my imminent return home. I am sure you know already of the Colonies’ - now called the United States of America - victory over the British. My friend Hercules’ intelligence proved to be true, and our victory at Yorktown - leading to the end of the war - was only possible thanks to him and the hundreds and thousands of soldiers under General Washington’s command. 

       I will not cease to speak of General Washington’s brilliance - as you know, our son is named after the most brilliant man I know. I can only hope that you will meet the general someday, and that Georges will grow to be twice as brilliant as his namesake. I miss you and the children, give them both a kiss for me, oui?

      I also write to inform you that my departure from America will take a bit longer than expected - my dearest friend John Laurens, the one who I have called brother in more letters than one, has been killed in a gunfight by retreating British troops after the war had ended. My heart has been shattered, and I find it necessary to spend at least a few days mourning with Alexander and his wife, if not more. After that, I will immediately sail for home. I cannot wait to see you again - it is only a matter of time, mon amour.

                                                                                                                              Forever Yours,                                                                                                                                          Gilbert

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kimchihoe replied to your post: hi im sophie and its 2017 and i still dont know...

ooc: The secret is that there isn’t a real difference, tbh.

devotionconjugale replied to your post: hi im sophie and its 2017 and i still dont know...

yeah there’s no difference.

update: hi im sophie and its 2017 and i still dont know what aesthetics are but i now know theres no difference between an aesthetic and a moodboard

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this is a little verse tag drop so i remember what names i picked for my verses come tomorrow lmao

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this is a tag drop so i dont forget my tags lmao someone help me come up with a save tag too anyways hi im sophie im the worst

after typing all of these out i wanna make new tags but im laZY so its not gonna happen lmao

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DIRECTIONS :  you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people everybody, no skipping !

i.  burning desire - lana del rey ii. dangerous blues - the young veins iii. west coast - lana del rey iv.  oh glory - panic! at the disco v.  special death - mirah vi. better than that - marina and the diamonds vii.  i’ll be good - jaymes young viii.  cabinet battle #1 - hamilton ix. for everything a reason - carina round x. shooter - clipping.

TAGGED BY: @anguishexposed (thank u for tagging me!!) TAGGING: @txrncoat @ambitionisfolly @hammything @guerirsorciere @interdiit @devotionconjugale

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hEY IF ANY OF YOU ARE EVER THINKING ABOUT MAKING LAFAYETTE CHILDREN BLOGS @devotionconjugale AND I WILL LOVE AND ACCEPT YOU WITH ALL OF OUR HEARTS