#rcvolutioned

                        @rcvolutioned  asked :       "Remember me?" from Ben obviously

         ꧁ ༒ ☬  oh shoot the wrong sister got amnesia  ☬ ༒ ꧂

       a hesitant silence stretches between them, as tenuous as it is reckless.   she, thin and drawn, particularly fragile in a white day gown that saps every ounce of color from her…   and he, uncertain of himself, meeting her gaze through sheer steel of will alone.   tatiana holds that gaze, and for a moment, it is unbearably familiar.   surely she knows it, as well as she knows her own self…   which isn’t so well at all, anymore.    hesitantly, she takes a step back, towards the broad window of their day parlour, with a small shake of her head. 

         ‘ the condition is temporary, they say, ’        she offers in lieu of an apology. perhaps some guilt ought to strike her at the disappointment plain across his youthful face, but she feels none.  this man may as well be a stranger to her.      ‘ it will fade, and everything will come back…  or they hope so, at least.  no one really knows for sure. ’       she studies him for a long moment in the silence, then offers a tentative nod towards the chaise.  if he wants a seat, he may take it   ;;   tatiana is, as she somehow knows she has always been, the exceptional hostess. 

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A couple of days by carriage provided some ample time to rest. Just an hour prior to arriving at their final destination, the marquise did request to stop. To change dresses and to ensure she looked proper, even if the dirt and the mud surrounding them told her she didn't have to pursue such vanities. Upon arrival, she found herself greeted by soldiers all done up in blue. Men both very young and old. A rather bigarré group, in her opinion. She introduced herself simply, saving the trouble of pronouncing anything  aside from her given name, Adrienne, and her favorite title, Marquise de Lafayette. From there, a kindly gentleman who called himself 'William Lee' had opened a set of doors before her- allowing her the first fleeting glimpse of the man she'd travel all this way for.

It took her by surprise- her husband in uniform. So much so, she'd allowed him to try making her wait in a simple gesture. She heard the low rumble of his voice, saw the pointer finger held over his shoulder to signify one moment more. The tall gentleman opposite her husband smiled at her and she took the second’s silence to speak up.

                                                       " — mon amour ."

“Monsieur Washington,”  Adrienne said beaming as she curtsied for the man she already she felt she more than half knew. “I am delighted to meet you at last, I have enjoyed our correspondence and my husband at times speaks of little else beyond his admiration of you.”

Like Pénélope she had waited patiently and loyally for her husband. Careful to weather the scandal of his departure. Though in some ways that had been the easiest trial of the last two years- she did not blame him, she had been proud so proud of what he had done and why even if she had cried more in frustration over how few understood. Her own family most of all. 

His wounding at Brandywine, Anastasie and Henriette had been the harder. She could not go to him and tend him, losing him hovering around the edge of her thoughts but he had survived that and been as thrilled as she had been when he heard of the birth of Anastasie never once reproaching her for having another daughter like her father so often had with her mother. 

And oh how she had needed him when they had lost little Henriette. His letters had been a poor substitute for his absence then even. There was an ache now in her heart and in her arms where their firstborn had so often rested. 

So seeing her husband again Adrienne was a contradiction of instincts and expectations. The instinct is of course to run to him before leading him away to inspect him for scars and all the things they could not tell each other in words.

    @rcvolutioned  asked :     ❝ say that i’m crazy, or call me a fool - but last night it seems that i dream about you. ❞     from ben

       ꧁ ༒ ☬   disney lyric starters / accepting!  ☬ ༒ ꧂

        ‘ a dream?   mr. tallmadge, you shock me. ’       enough to nearly draw a smile out of her…    but it would not be proper, standing in a tea room alongside dozens of others.     this is the cream of d.c. society, and ben should not dare whisper such things where others might hear.     ( a respected congressman, flirting with one of the exiled tsar’s daughters?  scandalous! )   when she glances at him, though,  there’s a familiar gleam of boldness in his eyes, and she cannot help smiling in return.          ‘ i hope, ’      she ventures in an undertone,      ‘ they were nothing but wonderful dreams. ’