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𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, streaming through grubby panes of glass. lashes fluttered and the room itself swam into focus. their own, of course, with the addition of another man wrapped SNUG 'round their torso. head rose like a lead weight, sleep still settled heavily over their mind and form alike. a soft gaze flit up upward.

❛ hey ... ❜ throat dry, even as lips curled to a SLOW SMILE that met his eyes and lit their depths. they propped up on an elbow as broad palm came to rest at caleb's chest. ❛ you, uh ... want some breakfast, or? ❜

The day Abe had been shipped off to Virginia overnight was arguably one of the worst days of Robert's life. He hadn't discovered what happened until the next morning, and the following weeks were spent anxiously wondering if Abe would ever make it back. There are a lot of things he wished he had told him that he didn't know if he'd ever get to say, and that alone was enough to keep him up at night.

News came of the victory at Yorktown and the following British surrender. Robert was glad to hear of it...but still nothing from Abe. More time passed, and the days seemed to go by in some kind of blur. It wouldn't be hard for Abe to find him, he knows. He no longer worked at the tavern, but still lived in his home in Oyster Bay. If Abe wanted to find him, he could.

And he did.

He hadn't been expecting company that day, so when he hears a knock at the door, his heart leaps into his throat. Robert quietly excuses himself from the dinner table, even if it is just him and Sarah, and hurries over to the door.

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It was getting late in the evening and Ben still had far too many things to go through. Too much to plan and too many reports to read. He had been sat hunched over the large desk, head rested in one hand with elbow rested upon just some of the papers that lay over the surface.

He was almost completely zoned out going over a particular report when suddenly a bowl was placed on top of the papers. The smell and heat from the contents quickly rising up to meet his senses and breaking out of his stupor. Blinking a few times, Ben breathed in through his nose and raised his head. Looking up to see the eyes of Caleb looking down at him. It took him a few moments to hear what the other had said and he managed a slight smile before rubbing a thumb and forefinger over his eyes.

A child had came to Emily Abbott's home. The one in Nassau. However this child found her was a mystery, but she assumed it was because the child was lost. Anyone who was lost or needed help, Emily was willing to open her arms to them. That is if they really needed it. Her home was normal, a small cottage that she inherited from her late father. There was also a secret about this house .. or rather the young lady that lived there. She was a witch.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 & 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇. the grin falters 'pon their lips a moment as caleb's hand enters their vision, ere it returns tenfold. blossoming to reach his eyes now as fingertips catch a stray length of curl, tucking it back in with ease. the wind was HARSH on deck this evening, tugging dark strands free from edward's bun, letting them fly with the breeze.