#dcntdosadness

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❝ y’know, i heard you eloped and moved to sweden. ❞

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dcntdosadness AYO

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is in love with my boyfriend

too sad all the time

won’t let me help him

lies to me FAR too much i can see it in ur eyes Moritz

once admitted that he finds hanschen somewhat attractive

not in personality or anything just his face

did i mention he’s in love with my boyfriend bc that’s a key thing here

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❛ Soooo, Moritz. How was it the other night?? From what I heard in the living room, it sounded nice. &&. Now you know why I always brag. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you wanted to share now!! ❜

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he let himself touch moritz’s face. only for a second, though.  he need both his hands to sign-- [you look terrible. any sleep last night?]

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my-would be kids || always, always accepting.

He has to keep it together. It doesn’t matter how much Lee deserved it, it doesn’t matter how angry he is, it doesn’t matter how angry he’s always been, if he loses it in front of Washington, he could lose his job, his position, his LEGACY–

But every ‘son,’ is like a slap in the face, a reminder of the taunts of ‘whore’s son’ from his childhood. Washington was NOT his father. No, James Hamilton was his father, and James Hamilton was an ocean away, presumably with dozens on unread letters from his son sitting at his bedside. He wasn’t General Washington’s son, he was the son of that bankrupt DESERTER, the son of a man whose name– Hamilton– had never done a damned thing for Alexander, the son of a man who never even sent help for his sons when the one woman who cared for them died in the bed they shared. 

He attempted to maintain exterior calm, at the very least, the only indication of his thoughts being anything but were the tight fists behind his back, fingers fidgeting to keep the rest of his body still and in position in front of Geor- the General.

But he’d said it enough, he’d asked enough, he’d told enough, and if all he was going to be was a false title– 

       “Call me son ONE MORE TIME!”

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Fingers dragged across white bedsheets, eyes fixated on her dress clad knees as her legs lay CROSSED, back against the head of the bed. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back, struggling to come to a decision of what to do now. She’s held the SECRET for what was it... a month or two now??  She hadn’t even told Ernst, much less Moritz &&. considering it followed some information about her oldest friend’s new best friend it may just be safer to tell Moritz FIRST. With that choice, she glanced over to her friend, light eyes meeting his as SILK lips parted to tell of her sins.

❛ Hey... can I tell you a secret?? ❜

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❛ You can come along if you would like!! I mean, I don’t believe it would be a Valentine’s date without you!! &&. I’m sure Melchior wouldn’t mind a bit!! I mean, he loves you a lot too!! ❜

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