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utvidete:

Victoria let out a small laugh and she tucked her hair behind her ear out of her eyes and she tossed the rest over her shoulder. “Well you can take your complaints up with my father, who requested they come from the town’s blacksmith, not one of his sons’ playmates.” she teased with a wink. Not to mention her father knew that she would overpay Raleigh had she commissioned him for the horseshoes. She always felt the need to help out friends and family, even when it wasn’t asked for. Not to mention her father saw Raleigh as an extension of the family with how often he’d been around as a boy.

The woman feigned hurt as he suggested the marriage would only be out of convenience. “Are you to tell me that you would not marry me out of your deep affection, but solely for the wealth and property you would gain as my husband?” Her voice came out as an offended gasp and she cast her gaze at the ground with a shake of her head, crossing her arms over her chest. A long sigh parted her lips and she looked at Raleigh from underneath lashes. “I suppose I couldn’t blame you. But enough talk of nuptuals. What has you out and about?”

Her attributes were appealing. That was something he could admit, and it was hard to remove his eyes from her. And that was where his gaze was settled. ❛ I am sure your father would love to see me. Not only do you get the best quality materials from me, they are quite cheaper because I am one of his sons’ playmates. I see no problem here, ❜ he replied, responding to her wink with a smirk of his own. He had been meaning to drop by and see her family, but other things got in the way. This encounter, however, reminded him again to make that one of his priorities as well. He had recently seen some of her siblings, but he wasn’t over as often as he was when he was younger.

❛ Deep affection? ❜ he repeated, a scoff following his inquiry of words. ❛ Wealth and property are worth more than. Maybe once we are married, an affection can grow, or I can have a mistress, and you can wander off during the late nights to the person you are having an affair with, ❜ he played out the scene, going along with the fake act she had going on. ❛ Ah, I was just taking a break from work and keeping an out eye on whoever was betraying me and my work. ❜ He cleared his throat, eyes wandering around as if oblivious on who he was referring to. ❛ Actually, I was buying Amelia some fabric. How’s the family? ❜

#( c | victoria moore. )

martha--jefferson:

Martha’s gloved fingers brushed against her lips as she tried to keep her expression serious. “I cannot help myself, it was going to happen sooner or later. Are diamonds not a lady’s best friend?” She couldn’t help the sudden jolt in her chest as his smile grew wider, there was no other person’s smile aside from Thomas’ that caused such a reaction. She rolled her eyes as his stature swooped into an exaggerated bow, and his widened arms quickly accented the motion. When he had turned upright she threw her handkerchief at him, a bit of their past friendship reflecting in a playful manner. “Can you not be formal with me for just one moment, Raleigh? We are no longer those children who used to going exploring in the dead of night, dare I say without accompaniment,” she exclaimed, watching the handkerchief smack against his shoulder. A long silence broke their banter, lingering after the mention of the newest loves in her life. With her own eyes she watched his smile fade and the light in his eyes extinguish as he processed the information. Immediately regretting her words, she quickly diverted her eyes not wanting to acknowledge that she had caused him any pain. She looked back to his features as his congratulations suddenly rang through the air between them. Hope sprung into the smile that spread back across her lips. “You should join us for a meal someday, while I am here. I’m sure Thomas would be glad to have you as our guest, and he can have anything you desire to be made,” she said, hoping he would love to be in her company, even though they would be accompanied by the presence of her husband. She giggled in delight as she move graciously back to the carriage, reaching up and gently ordering the slave woman to hand over her sweet Jane. They carefully exchanged the babe, and she motioned Raleigh closer to get a better look.

Raleigh pressed his lips together, his gaze suddenly diverting from her and looking up as if pondering in thought. ❛ Hmm, that saying does sound familiar, but I have always though I was the better friend. I refuse to believe that a diamond is picked over me, ❜ he continued to play along, placing his hand over his heart as if hurt. This act quickly broke when he fell into laughter at her reaction and as she threw her handkerchief at him. He caught it before it could fall onto the ground, folding the edges together in his hands. ❛ Was that not formal enough for you, Miss Washington? Did I not move my hand enough? Or was it the bow? I have a bad back. ❜ The latter reference to their childhood provoked him to make a ‘hush’ noise, clenching his teeth together to do as if it was most the rebellious and scandalous thing that happened. ❛ Mother could never know that we went without accompaniment, ❜ he playfully mocked her. It wasn’t too big of a deal for Raleigh, not since he did it was too often and not much was expected of him regarding that area of leisure. The change in the atmosphere was evident. The silence didn’t help either, letting them sit there in unspoken words and thoughts that only made the situation more awkward and tense than it had to be. Her body language was enough for him to note that he wasn’t able to fully mask his own emotions and feelings on this topic. It was enough for him to keep a smile on his face without trying to let it falter again. ❛ That would be lovely, ❜ he accepted even though it wasn’t something he planned on taking up on. Raleigh always did feel guilty eating a better meal while the rest of his family sat at home with not a lot on the dinner table. But if he could see Martha another time before she left, he could possibly ignore that guilt. Raleigh followed Martha to the carriage, standing a few feet back to give Martha her space. He smiled at the woman who was helping Martha, keeping his verbal greeting behind his tongue. The baby stole his attention as he got closer, taking a look at the little human in Martha’s hand. ❛ She’s beautiful. I see she has taken the good looks of one of her parents. Thomas, I mean. ❜

#( c | martha jefferson. )

#( out of character. )#in which there is more proof of tina being trash

sallybailley:

Williamsburg was not that big but somehow Sally managed to get herself lost long after the sun had set.The Weaver’s horse had cast a shoe so she had to make the last deliveries of the night on foot by herself and if only she hadn’t got distracted by something she would have been in her little bed out of the cold. Sam would have known what to do,where to go,he should have been there with her,he should have been free,not her. Sally gathered up the basket of apples she had bought earlier and proceeded to walk down a corner in what she thought was the right direction,trying to ignore the fear creeping upon her,looking over her shoulder every other moment. The city was not scary but it would be so easy for something to happen,for them to have found her, waited until it was dark and she was alone to snatch her away. Just the thought of Macon caused Sally to quicken her pace,a little too rushed she soon realized as she turned a corner and barreled right into someone hard,her basket falling to the ground and apples spilling onto the street.

“Oh,do forgive me,I’m so sorry!”Sally said,eyes to the ground as she went to her hands and knees to pickup the apples that rolled every which way.” I am so dreadfully sorry,I did not look where I was going. Are you hurt?”

Once the sun sets, it was the cue for Raleigh to close shop and leave. He could never do his work in the dark; the sun was his only source of light. Tonight, however, that wasn’t a good enough reason for him to go home. He was still finishing the axe, using the fire in the furnace to allow him to see. Wax and charcoal stains covered his skin and clothes, streaks of it across his face. With the British restrictions and provisions on the trade, imports and exports on iron have made it difficult for Raleigh to get his hands on some, bringing the business down a bit. Recently, his focus has been on many other materials than iron due that cause, but if he did get his hands on some, his wanted the end product to be the best it can be. It had been a while after the sun had set that he was done, fully content and satisfied with the result. He was closing up the shop when a body collided into his.

❛ Indeed, Sally,” Raleigh responded, faking a gasp and a soft cry of pain as he held onto his stomach. ❛ You have caused me great pain. I believe I am dying, ❜ he continued his theatrics before breaking into a smile and getting down to help her pick up the apples. ❛ What had captured your attention that you did not see me? ❜ Grabbing an apple, he straightened his posture and rubbed the apple against his loose shirt. ❛ If you do not mind me asking, what are you doing out so late? The sun has set a bit ago. ❜ His eyebrow quirked up in curiosity as he took a bite of the apple.

#( c | sally bailey. )

utvidete:

+@raleighcal

It wasn’t very often that any Virginian spotted Victoria in actual women’s clothing. You know, waist cinchers and corsets, frills and lace, pretty bonnets and dresses. Today was not one of those days. The eldest of the Moore children elected to dress in more comfortable clothing, opting for breeches and tunics, vests and boots. Her dear old mother got tired of her eldest daughter stealing her brother’s clothes and started tailoring them to at least flatter Victoria’s given curves, so she still looked like a woman at least. Being unmarried at her age was almost like a sentencing to be an old maid forever, but she wasn’t with a shortage of looks. She knew this especially, given the attention she often received from the young Master Raleigh.

Victoria was bartering with the blacksmith when she felt a pair of keen eyes on her. Glancing up through lashes, she caught her familiar admirer adverting his gaze. She returned her attention to the business at hand, tossing a few silvers to her partner in exchange for new shoes for her horse, Boaz. Quiet as a mouse, Victoria wove her way through the light crowd of people on the bright morning and sidled up to Raleigh, raising a brow at him with her signature grin. “Can I help you find something, Master Raleigh? Or are you just keen on staring at me ‘til I just drop to my knees and beg you to ask me to marry you?”

Raleigh was able to quietly slip out of the shop for a brief moment, blending himself in the busy crowd that took over the town that morning. Knowing the rest of the day was going to be busy, he used up the time to buy something for his sister that she had pointed out the other day. The skill his father had taught him had come in quite handy. He was able to trade a compass he had made for some fabric for his sister. His family has always come first. Responsibility of taking care of them fell onto him, especially after his father’s death. And if he wasn’t too busy working, he would at home to attend to them until they all went to bed.

In the midst of placing the fabric into the fold his shirt, Raleigh spotted a familiar face in the distance. It was hard to miss the distinct features of Victoria. He settled his gaze on her, watching her interaction with the blacksmith. He quickly looked away when he felt as though she caught him, now looking elsewhere in the crowd for a way out while also battling between whether or not he should approach her. His conflict, however, was solved for him when her voice pierced through his ears. Caught. He matched her grin with one of his own, an amused scoff running past his lips. ❛ Do not flatter yourself, Ms. Moore. I was just observing and quite offended that you went to that blacksmith instead the best one in town, ❜ Raleigh mused with a raised eyebrow. ❛ And for the latter, that I would not mind. It is for convenience after all, is it not? ❜

#( c | victoria moore. )

#( out of character. )

selahmoore:

— IT wasn’t quite what she had expected, such a difference in landscape, vegetation, people. Everything seemed brighter, lighter, more… exciting and yet held an ominous sort of haze. A fear of the unknown, of what could be, what may happen. This land was different from her own, much, much different from the four walls she had become so accustomed to. In a way, it was exhilarating. In another, terrifying. She couldn’t tell the future, couldn’t possibly know what would or wouldn’t await her here in these lands. Amber colored eyes roamed around briefly, taking in the sights, a smell finding her. With a slight turn of the head, she was met with a beautiful bush of flowers, white and blossoming, a plant she had never seen before.

“How pretty…” A light murmur of her voice as she smiled some to herself, leaning in slightly to take a better smell, more than ready to pluck the flower from it’s bush, unaware of the slight buzzing in her ear and those passing by.

It would’ve been a beautiful picture to paint -- a person taking in the scent of the flower. He couldn’t have painted it, though. While his hands possessed the skills of crafting and creating, it suddenly seems to forget how to work when he holds a brush. The plants have been sitting there for the past months, and he wasn’t sure what changed today for them to finally captivate an audience. Nothing in the town ever gained that type of attention from him ( well, not including people ). Plus, flowers didn’t smell that good, right? If anything, he found that they had a rather unappealing smell, in contrast to their looks. Regardless, Raleigh became intrigued.

❛ Indeed, and bees are attracted to pretty things, ❜ he commented with a nodding gesture towards the buzzing creature next to her. ❛ I find that getting closer to the flower will really get the substances into your nose. It brings a stronger smell, and you can keep the smell there for later, ❜ he jokingly added.

#( c | selah moore. )

jefferscns:

“My day has been—- eventful.” Jefferson nodded tiredly. Another day of drafting another slave reform bill that probably wouldn’t be passed by the house. But Thomas was persistent, and he couldn’t give up. He couldn’t give up on the people. “You though, how are you this fine evening? Anything I can help you with? Would you like some food? I think Margie is preparing dinner as we speak.”

Raleigh only provided a small nod as a response, not sure if he had asked a question that initiated that reply. His settled his gaze on Thomas, unsure to whether or not further question the eventfulness of his day. However, the abundance of questions being thrown his way caught him off guard, his lips parting to reply but quickly shut to process the rest. “I am doing well. I was just dropping some stuff off for Mrs. Martha that was requested. And I’m going to have to say no on the food for now. I bought food earlier,” he lied, only angering the growling in his stomach currently. “Oh yes, and congrats,” he cleared his throat, “on your new babe.”

#( c | thomas jefferson. )

cfitzroy:

open starter

“ Company does not often present itself at such a ungodly hour. Which leads me to the presumption that whatever you have to say is of the utmost importance, otherwise it could surely have waited until the morning - no? ”

“This hour is ungodly, madam? I find it is the best time to provide company. And if it was ungodly, why have you yet to be in bed?” Raleigh quickly remarked with a pompous smile sitting on his lips. “Everything I say holds great value and importance that it is always urgent to be shared.”

#( c | carolina fitzroy. )

#( out of character. )

#fclicitas

#indiffcrence

#( out of character. )

martha--jefferson:

Of all the people to be first to greet her after her long travels, Raleigh was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Though she couldn’t help but feel her heart drop upon seeing her husband was nowhere in sight. “You have no idea, Sir. I believe you owe me some jewelry since my last trip here, and I have come to collect,” she said, her big smile now dropping into a teasing expression. A soft giggle echoed over the street, as she took a couple steps to approach him. She bit her lip, his wide arms almost inviting her into an embrace. Years ago she may have accepted his gesture of welcome, but there she stood dipping slightly into a curtsy instead. “Life has been very generous as of late. I have two babes now, Patsy had to stay at home–but Jane is just in the carriage…” Her speech carried off as her eyes dropped, sure he knew all about the newest additions to her life due to hearsay. Martha was often met with some sort of hesitance when talking about her family to Raleigh. There was a sort of guilt that lingered from their past affections; she strove to save him the image of what their life could have been like had her family been different or had she not found a passionate devotion to Bathurst and later Thomas. But that is just it–in the past. Her eyes lifted back to his face as she motioned to the carriage. "Would you like to meet the most beautiful lady in the capitol?”

Raleigh faked an exaggerated gasp, feigning a shock demeanor at her words. ❛ Pardon me. Are you implying that you’re here for my jewelry and not me? Incredible, ❜ he further teased, playing along with the theatrical acts. His smile grew into a wide grin as he heard her giggle, a noise he had missed. It was a noise that held many memories. Did Raleigh expect a hug? Not at all. It was for entrance, and even before, physical contact was never displayed by him. What he didn’t expect for sure was the curtsy she had provided for him. His muscles tensed for a moment, becoming slightly awkward and stiff. He pulled his lips in, in thought before returning her curtsy with a bow, using hand movements to exaggerate the whole concept. He returned to his prior posture, but the mention of her babies brought a faltering of his smile. It should’ve been easier to hear that now, especially after hearing about her and former husband and their son. That didn’t go too well for Raleigh, but he offered his congratulations and kept on with his life. This news, however, brought a funny feeling to the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t explain. What he had felt for her before wasn’t still there, but the news still caused a piercing pain. His smile returned after fully taking in the news. ❛ That is wonderful. Congratulations, Martha, to you and your husband. ❜ His eyes trailed to the direction she motioned at. ❛ I would love to. ❜

#( c | martha jefferson. )

martha--jefferson:

The door sung open, and the sounds of the bustling street could be heard in the carriage. Looking over at the enslaved woman who held her dearest newborn daughter, she gestured for her to wait before she brought the baby out. Martha stuck her head out of the carriage, taking a look at the streets of Williamsburg and grabbing onto the driver’s arm as he helped her set her feet firmly on the ground. This was certainly not a planned trip by all means, in fact, she had pretty much arrived unannounced. Shortly after her daughter’s birth, the beautiful house up on the “little mountain” was beginning to grown ever so stuffy. The small woman carried a handkerchief tightly in her hand, as she was feeling under the weather after such an eventful couple of weeks. However, she was determined not to let anything or anybody ruin the sheer splendor she felt when thinking about seeing her friends–and more importantly her husband, who was always doing business in the city. No sooner has Martha gotten off the carriage, she noticed figure quickly approaching. A smile burst across her face as she moved to greet them.

Words spread quickly, especially when your shop is situated right in the middle of town. Everyone seems to talk and whisper as if their gossip had any worth to it. Raleigh usually went home with a bunch of gossip to share to his mother, who seemed rather entertained by this information while none of it meant anything to him. Most of the gossip centered around those who had money, the ones who held the most power. They all admired them, but Raleigh wasn’t too amused. One, however, did capture his attention. He even leaned half of his body over the counter to ask for clarification and further details of this person’s arrival. And to his content, he was glad the gossip was true when he spot the carriage. The sight of the familiar face in the distance provoked a smile to grace his lips as he made his way towards her. ❛ Miss me already? ❜ he asked dramatically as he spread his arms out ---- he fully knew her arrival wasn’t due to him. ❛ Life’s treating you well, I see. ❜

#( c | martha jefferson. )

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