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Marquis de Lafayette in Turn: Washington’s Spies Season 4, Episode 6: “Our Man in New York”
A figure upon a white horse made their way through the narrow tracks to Dunrobin, a cape obscuring their figure as they rode desperately to the newly built castle.
Alice sat at one of the windows that faced towards the small road that led to the castle. She shouldn’t have even been awake at this hour, but something was keeping her from sleeping. She didn’t know what, but something was keeping her awake. There was a heavy rain outside, and the sound of the droplets was pounding on the window. Something managed to catch her eye, and she peered out into the dark.
A dark figure on a horse was riding towards the castle. Alice pressed her face against the glass, trying to make out the figure, before rushing down to the front door of the castle, opening it and running out into the rain.
Finally dismounting, the figure removed their hood, his tanned skin standing in stark contrast to pale white wig in the moonlight. Ever so slowly, Lafayette made his way up to the castle, leaning on his crutch as he walked.
Alice rushed out to Lafayette, throwing her arms around him. “Thank gods,” she whispered, holding on to him tight, ignoring the rain that was pouring down on the two of them. “Where have you been?” she asked, pulling back. “What happened to you?”
Lafayette returned the embrace tightly, his lips pressed into her hair, “It doesn’t matter, mon amour.” He replied quietly, pulling away to look her over, “I’m back now.”
A figure upon a white horse made their way through the narrow tracks to Dunrobin, a cape obscuring their figure as they rode desperately to the newly built castle.
Alice sat at one of the windows that faced towards the small road that led to the castle. She shouldn’t have even been awake at this hour, but something was keeping her from sleeping. She didn’t know what, but something was keeping her awake. There was a heavy rain outside, and the sound of the droplets was pounding on the window. Something managed to catch her eye, and she peered out into the dark.
A dark figure on a horse was riding towards the castle. Alice pressed her face against the glass, trying to make out the figure, before rushing down to the front door of the castle, opening it and running out into the rain.
Finally dismounting, the figure removed their hood, his tanned skin standing in stark contrast to pale white wig in the moonlight. Ever so slowly, Lafayette made his way up to the castle, leaning on his crutch as he walked.
"❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ - Ben
“Utterly terrible.” Lafayette laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “but it is endearing.”
“Doubtful,” Ben murmured, curling up against Lafayette.
"You think too badly of the people here." He murmured in response, hugging him.
❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ - Lucien
Lafayette pulled his hoodie up over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, I have no clue who you are. Please leave before people think I know you.” He teased.
“But you still loveeee me,” he teased.
"Meh. Maybe."
"❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ - Ben
“Utterly terrible.” Lafayette laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “but it is endearing.”
“I didn’t fully grasp the idea that running away with you to France would mean that I actually needed to speak French here.” Ben sighed, leaning against his lover.
“Tu es une idiote.” He replied with a laugh, throwing an arm around him.
Ben gave him a glare, leaning against him. “Your country is… irritating. Granted we aren’t being shot at. But it’s still irritating.”
“How so? I rather like it.”
“Everyone’s just… I’m not sure. Colder. More unfriendly than America. And I hate the looks you and I get every time we’re seen together.”
“You’re imagining it. We’re not being persecuted here, which is more than we can say for America.”
“I’m not imagining it. We may not be prosecuted here but that doesn’t mean we’re welcome.”
"I feel welcome. It's probably not us being together they're being hostile for, but because you don't know the language "
❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ - Lucien
Lafayette pulled his hoodie up over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, I have no clue who you are. Please leave before people think I know you.” He teased.
“If you don’t start complimenting my dramatic beauty I won’t tell you I sneezed on your coffee.”
“You are absolutely disgusting. Why are we together?”
“Because you loveee me.”
“Ew.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Yes, well you called me a god last night and here I sit before you, a man. There were a lot of superlatives thrown around.”
“I must have been drunk. Actually no, I wasn’t. You’re the god of stupidity.”
"And you're a dick." He huffed.
❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ - Lucien
Lafayette pulled his hoodie up over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, I have no clue who you are. Please leave before people think I know you.” He teased.
“If you don’t start complimenting my dramatic beauty I won’t tell you I sneezed on your coffee.”
“You are absolutely disgusting. Why are we together?”
“Because you loveee me.”
“Ew.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
"Yes, well you called me a god last night and here I sit before you, a man. There were a lot of superlatives thrown around."
"❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ - Ben
“Utterly terrible.” Lafayette laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “but it is endearing.”
“I didn’t fully grasp the idea that running away with you to France would mean that I actually needed to speak French here.” Ben sighed, leaning against his lover.
“Tu es une idiote.” He replied with a laugh, throwing an arm around him.
Ben gave him a glare, leaning against him. “Your country is… irritating. Granted we aren’t being shot at. But it’s still irritating.”
“How so? I rather like it.”
“Everyone’s just… I’m not sure. Colder. More unfriendly than America. And I hate the looks you and I get every time we’re seen together.”
"You're imagining it. We're not being persecuted here, which is more than we can say for America."
❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ - Lucien
Lafayette pulled his hoodie up over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, I have no clue who you are. Please leave before people think I know you.” He teased.
“If you don’t start complimenting my dramatic beauty I won’t tell you I sneezed on your coffee.”
“You are absolutely disgusting. Why are we together?”
“Because you loveee me.”
"Ew."
“I know. I am sorry.” He sighed. “Maybe a short respite from here for her may do her good.”
“From here? What do you intend to do? Send her away?”
“Oui. Perhaps.” He nodded. “She likes her scriptures. Maybe let her dedicate her life to God in a convent.”
“Papa she’s two. She likes anything relatively pretty you put in front of her. As much as I love you I’m not going to let you send my youngest sister to spend her life in a convent. Mama wouldn’t want it.”
"Your mama isn't here anymore."
"❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ - Ben
“Utterly terrible.” Lafayette laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “but it is endearing.”
“I didn’t fully grasp the idea that running away with you to France would mean that I actually needed to speak French here.” Ben sighed, leaning against his lover.
“Tu es une idiote.” He replied with a laugh, throwing an arm around him.
Ben gave him a glare, leaning against him. “Your country is… irritating. Granted we aren’t being shot at. But it’s still irritating.”
"How so? I rather like it."
❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ - Lucien
Lafayette pulled his hoodie up over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, I have no clue who you are. Please leave before people think I know you.” He teased.
“If you don’t start complimenting my dramatic beauty I won’t tell you I sneezed on your coffee.”
"You are absolutely disgusting. Why are we together?"
“Oh come on, kids aren’t that bad. They’re like… large dogs.”
"No they're not. They're much worse." He blanched and took a sip of his drink.
“I know. I am sorry.” He sighed. “Maybe a short respite from here for her may do her good.”
“From here? What do you intend to do? Send her away?”
"Oui. Perhaps." He nodded. "She likes her scriptures. Maybe let her dedicate her life to God in a convent."
"❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ - Ben
“Utterly terrible.” Lafayette laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “but it is endearing.”
“I didn’t fully grasp the idea that running away with you to France would mean that I actually needed to speak French here.” Ben sighed, leaning against his lover.
"Tu es une idiote." He replied with a laugh, throwing an arm around him.