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hamilton ( cut songs/workshop versions ) sentence starters !! : accepting : @ailingheart​

                         ❝ What are you   f i v e   ? – Ria c’mon I come and see you EVERY night … what, you a scaredy cat? ❞ Digits going to her side as he lightly tickles her. As she laughs he can’t HELP but smile – ❝ I forgot how ticklish you are … ALRIGHT, I’ll stay !!! ❞ as he acts if it’s a BIG fucking chore to linger in her presence. In actuality? He’s RELIEVED, he needed to be with someone tonight, and he’s glad it’s Maria. Usually Ben would stalk the streets, and probably duck into some BAR looking for the first person who showed him love. 

                           There’s a moment in which they’re looking into one another’s eyes. A familiar place that they’ve been SO many times before. He’s the taller of the two ( something he’s ALWAYS reminded her of ), and he’s going to do something he’s NEVER dared to do. It’s fucking cliche and he KNOWS it. Her FULL lips tremble for a moment as they’re BOTH aware of the moment that’s passing between the two, and head cranes down as he catches her lips in a kiss. A KISS that has him REELING – plush lips crash against his own as a hand goes to settle upon her delicate jawline, and he KNOWS there’s no turning back. Ben dips tongue into her delicious mouth, and sighs. Lips crashing against one another as one hand falls to her waist, and digits go to easily encircle it. LETTING her know that this is real, that THIS is no dream. 

                                      ❝ I don’t like him, your PARENTS have NEVER had your best interests at heart Ria, what’s his name JAMES ? ❞ Brow creases as he licks lips, and pauses, ❝ I love you Ria I just -- I don’t trust this guy ... PROMISE me that you won’t let him into your heart. It’s US against everyone Ria ... ❞ soft-spoken at the end, and perhaps it’s his FEAR of being alone that’s seeping into his aching BONES. The bones that have been chewed, and licked clean by so MANY. Heart beautifully shattered as fragments beat in an inordinately fashion. 

              ❝           So, are you husband hunting? ❞ Tone teasing as he whispers ever so slightly into her ear as he goes to make his way to her side, and turn her way. ❝ Did you perhaps THINK of me?… ❞ He’s TOO bold, and Alexander knows this. Though, it doesn’t stop him – HE the loudest in the room. A smile plays upon lips as they curve upwards, and he goes to look into her eyes, ❝ Why haven’t I come across you before?– I’m SURE I would’ve taken notice.❞  He finally goes to bow ever so slightly LIKE a TRUE gentleman would, ❝ Alexander Hamilton. ❞ 

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                    ❝ Shit---I’m sorry... ❞ boyish smile have lips curve upwards as he goes to shift coffee in hands, ❝ I just...uhmm If I’m being honest? I didn’t think I’d see you... ❞ Alex eyes are ALREADY doing the once over. A habit it seems that he was NEVER cured of. Fuck, she looks good--looks HAPPY even? No, maybe content. He can’t help but think that this is a LITTLE bit of fate stepping in, ❝ So wait---   H O L D   on I’ve gotta hear how you’ve been doing... walk with me to the subway? ❞ It’s a LAME attempt to continue the conversation but, if she has places to be he doesn’t want to hold her up. He’s still wearing his wedding ring more of a habit than anything else. 

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