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Fuck Civility || georgewashingdad

Eight in the morning. Edmund had barely gotten out of bed so he wasn’t at his sharpest, but he could already smell a fresh pot of coffee on, and he had woken up alone. This could only mean one thing: George was planning on backing him into some sort of corner as soon as he came downstairs. He did everything in his power to stave it off, from washing his face twice to changing his clothing three times. None of it mattered. Eventually, his growling stomach forced him into the dining room. 

A headache lingered in the back of his skull and he sighed, eyes glued to the floor as he thought back to the previous night. He vaguely remembered drinking, though the fact that his head didn’t feel like an axe had gone through it was a good indicator of the fact that he hadn’t had a lot to drink. In fact, he reassured himself, it was probably just enough to get himself to sleep. Except, that was pathetic in its own right. 

When he was downstairs, Edmund walked into the kitchen, feet quietly padding on the tile flooring. It took him a couple minutes to sweeten and lighten it to his liking, and to collect a blueberry muffin from the box that George had (presumably) gotten earlier that day, or maybe last night. Once he was out of time to stall he sat down at the table, one hand twisted in his robe as he looked up at his husband with his best smile.

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Beautiful Things || georgewashingdad

'Today is the day.' Edmund's eyes teared up as he looked into the mirror, one hand resting over the cleft of his "breasts" as he studied himself with a careful scrutiny. Once he was certain that he looked his best, Edmund turned around and took Marshall's arm, eyes cast to the floor as he came forth. His heart was beating out of his chest, but the music began so he choked down the butterflies and accepted it. His footfall echoed in his ears like bells, and he let out an involuntary gasp as he was let go of. This seemed pathetic. He should have walked himself. He shouldn't be here. He should have worn a suit. He shouldn't look at George like that in front of people. The words which left Nathan's mouth were nothing to him right now. His own tongue felt dry and too big for his mouth as he looked at his half of the seating. There were two people, both distant relations. Jefferson, and Marshall. It didn't matter. It never mattered. He sucked in a deep breath. "Love is never glad about injustice, but rejoices whenever truth wins out. If you love someone, you will be loyal to them no matter what the costs. You will always believe in them, always expect the best in them, and will always stand your ground in defending them," Nathan's voice rang in his ears. He turned to George fully. His eyes were hopeful as he stepped forward, reaching out to hold George's hands as he repeated: "I, Edmund Jennings Randolph take you, George Washington to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I shall cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. Whatever may come I will always be there," he paused for a moment, silently choking. "As I have given you my hand to hold, so too do I give you my life to keep, so help me God." Hazel eyes moved from George's own to his lips, then back up, tears threatening to fall. He bit his bottom lip. @georgewashingdad

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Married Life || georgewashingdad

“George!”

The call from the bedroom was loud and wavering, though it held every bit of pride which Edmund could muster for his present state and bounced off the walls like the sound of a scream in a loud alleyway. Hopefully, he thought, George might hear from the garden and help him, though he was certain that he would be laughed at for even being in such a silly position. One of his feet had fallen through the floorboards after he took a wrong step and he was on the ground, only clad in his stockings and a shirt. 

With an experimental pull, Randolph winced and hot tears sprung up in his eyes, but he clenched his jaw with resolution and tried to pull again. It was only when George came in that he stopped, eyes floating up to the man with a few tears still gathered in his eyes. 

I must look like an idiot.

One hand offered out to George so he could pull him back, biting his bottom lip with a whimper, “I was just walking a-and the floor fell out from under me.. Please help?”

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Cardinal || georgewashingdad

Lord... Adams. Jefferson. Hamilton. Hamilton. Hamilton. Knox. Jefferson. 

Uttering of small curses escaped the man’s mouth as he sifted through the papers on his desk. Each one was lifted and put under intense scrutiny before being filed away to their proper place. Some were reports, others treatises to be given to somebody else (’Jefferson, I’m not the Postmaster General’), and the final of the bunch were all recommendations on how he should defend the only major case which he currently had. Predictably,-- Naturally, these were courtesy of Secretary Hamilton, who he had yet to decide if he liked or not.

Slender, clever fingers worked over the papers one at a time as he read them, and when he reached the bottom of the stack, he found himself left with very little to work with. After all, everything had been for the gain of the cabinet and their personal standing. Why, he silently wondered, do they want me to like them? He hardly liked any of them. Well...

There was one exception. Washington. He had known the man for years, though, and the idea of not liking him was silly. Everybody likes George Washington. He had even won the likes of Samuel Adams and Charles Lee over! A smile crossed over his face as he thought of the man, only to be brought out of his thoughts by pronounced footsteps making their way down the hall. Would he knock? Well.. There was only one way to find out. Listen. 

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