My Collection Of Random Things

Laurens: is this a trap?

Hamilton: just ask

Laurens: why do you love-

John: That's my lap

Laurens: Bullshit.

Laurens: I have never loved myself.

Laurens: But Alexander?

Laurens: Oh, god.

John: *cheering him on*

George, pinching his nose: At least try to sound slightly sophisticated when you threaten someone?

John: Dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bITCH?!

George:

Only one candle was lit up. The flame flickered gently, surrounded by the thick darkness of the room. The way it shone, resisting its ambience, not yielding despite the pressure - under such circumstances, the poor stump was the greatest symbol of rebellion. Or at least that was how John saw it though eyes fogged with exhaustion.

He was pretending to be asleep but instead of it, he watched the light reflect in Alexander’s eyes as he was writing on his travel desk on their bed. The way the fire played around Alexander’s pupils seemed like his nature. He was the fire, and if lost control over, he could burn down the world, then fade out and turn to ash.

Alexander must have noticed his gaze as he looked down and smiled softly, putting his quill down. “You're still not asleep?”

“I can't,” John admitted, slipping his right hand into Alexander’s and entwining their fingers, ensuring that he would not return to work. “But I know what could help me.”

“What?” He felt the trap John had set on his hand and only stroked the back of his palm with his thumb.

“Could you sing me to sleep?”

“Sing you?” Alexander raised his brows questioningly.

“Like a lullaby,” he nodded and waited for a reaction, hoping his request didn’t sound foolish.

A few thoughts crossed Alexander’s face, but he finally huffed gently and squinted his eyes in a caring expression. There weren't many lullabies he knew, so he would have to make something up on the spot.

“When the night shrouds Earth, when the voices fade, listen to the rustling leaves, story that they tell,” he hummed and, with pleasure, watched John's eyes close on the pillow. “There was a young man, with his courage great. Served his country full of pride, both with sword and pen.”

A thrill of novelty went down John’s spine, though it wasn’t a completely new situation. He had heard Alexander sing a few times. His voice always was soft, with a warm tone, but the repertoire never allowed him for the tenderness he could express now.

“He was not afraid to do what was right-” The travel desk landed on the floor. Alexander decided to finish the work tomorrow. Now free, his left palm slid on John's right cheek and started stroking it, feeling him breathe rhythmically, calming. “Only thing he ever wronged was to steal my heart.”

John smirked at these words and would tease Alexander about them if not for the drowsiness coming to get him. He still could do this in the morning if only he remembered.

“In the dark of night, close your eyes and dream. I will guard you while you sleep, you'll always have me.” Alexander slid down from the previously sitting position and nestled himself among the sheets, turning around so John could place his head in his chest, which he did as soon as he sensed the possibility.

Alexander was stroking John’s hair, sliding the strands between his fingers, trying not to giggle from the tickling breath on his collarbone. He wrapped his leg over John’s waist, but then remembered he hadn’t blown the candle down, so he recurved under an unusual angle to put it out using his hand. It was a bit risky, but it was the only way not to move John from the embrace.

He finally managed to do it after three attempts and as many silent hisses as the fire licked his skin, and returned to his previous position. John’s breath was steady and he must have dozed off, but Alexander kept playing with his hair and a hand on his jaw.

“I love you,” he whispered, hoping John knew it, somewhere deeper, even if he didn't hear it now.

To his surprise, a low, drowsy voice answered him. “I love you, too.” Alexander only smiled wider and snuggled more comfortably, sighing with pleasure and closing his eyes.