#diiedforhim

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Her eyes flew open, Theodosia sitting upright in bed. Heartbeat in overdrive, sweat dripping down her face, the young woman looked over at her girlfriend, who was asleep in their bed. It was just a nightmare. Just a bad dream.

This wasn’t the 1800s, there was no duel going on. Phillipa was fine, she wasn’t bleeding in Theo’s arms, dress soaked with crimson.

No, this was 2016, New York City, and they were sharing an apartment. They were living happily.Tears spilled out of the younger’s eyes, and she gently shook Phillipa awake.

“Philli. Philli, wake up.”

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[myfxtherseyes-archive-blog]

AJ: Sophia is WRECKED

AJ: must like Theo

Me: R00D

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Jo Laurens

a look into the burr(sir)’s heart | accepting! | @diiedforhim​

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

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@diiedforhim

“ Phillipa, leave me alone. I don’t wanna talk to anyone right now. ” She curled up in a ball on the floor, sitting outside of the ballroom. Smiling more was impossible right now. “ I don’t need you making fun of me. ”

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Philipa Hamilton

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

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@diiedforhim continued x

“ ... george eaker? ” her face instinctively scrunched up as she spoke of the devil-boy, the 27 year old who had tried to get her out of her frocks. “ don’t get yourself hurt. ”

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❝Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf… Good, again.❞

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        “Is that Miss Hamilton I see?” He asked, his voice was low and almost gravely. He was out of office now, his Vice President John Adam taking over his legacy. Hopefully he had done enough. Though he had no children of his own he had watched through Alexander, Phillipa grow up. He heard stories of her accomplishments, such as piano and french. George was more than happy to see her. “How are you?”