#rcvolutioned

[nikolacvna-archive]

                        @rcvolutioned  asked :       "Remember me?" from Ben obviously

         ꧁ ༒ ☬  oh shoot the wrong sister got amnesia  ☬ ༒ ꧂

       a hesitant silence stretches between them, as tenuous as it is reckless.   she, thin and drawn, particularly fragile in a white day gown that saps every ounce of color from her…   and he, uncertain of himself, meeting her gaze through sheer steel of will alone.   tatiana holds that gaze, and for a moment, it is unbearably familiar.   surely she knows it, as well as she knows her own self…   which isn’t so well at all, anymore.    hesitantly, she takes a step back, towards the broad window of their day parlour, with a small shake of her head. 

         ‘ the condition is temporary, they say, ’        she offers in lieu of an apology. perhaps some guilt ought to strike her at the disappointment plain across his youthful face, but she feels none.  this man may as well be a stranger to her.      ‘ it will fade, and everything will come back…  or they hope so, at least.  no one really knows for sure. ’       she studies him for a long moment in the silence, then offers a tentative nod towards the chaise.  if he wants a seat, he may take it   ;;   tatiana is, as she somehow knows she has always been, the exceptional hostess. 

            she busies herself for a moment with the physical tasks she still excels at, pouring the tea and offering the saucer to him, before the distraction ends.  finally, she is forced to look up again, and something in his face draws frankness from her unbidden.          ‘ i…  feel as though i  s h o u l d  know you, sir.  a very strong feeling…  you are somehow there, just out of reach, if only i could reach you. or…  even touch you.’         her eyes flutter shut, the beginnings of another headache encroaching at her temples.           ‘ this...  cannot be the answer you hoped for.   forgive me.’ 

[themadvigilantist]

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“You did what?” Her voice lowered, panic starting to properly set in as she pulled them aside. The last thing she wanted was her own panic to spread to the others.

[lamarqxise]

The journey — oh, how tiring it had been. Let alone how lonely. Three weeks aboard a swaying vessel that never seemed to rock her to sleep. Instead it left her queasy and recalling the illness brought upon her by her first pregnancy. She was thankful when they had landed and she had stepped foot on dry land. A single stop had been arranged to rest before she'd embarked on the carriage ride to camp. One that she hoped would still be there. After all, it had been nearly a month since her last correspondence with general Washington and— if her husbands letters were anything to believe— movements and upheaval happened quickly in wartime.

A couple of days by carriage provided some ample time to rest. Just an hour prior to arriving at their final destination, the marquise did request to stop. To change dresses and to ensure she looked proper, even if the dirt and the mud surrounding them told her she didn't have to pursue such vanities. Upon arrival, she found herself greeted by soldiers all done up in blue. Men both very young and old. A rather bigarré group, in her opinion. She introduced herself simply, saving the trouble of pronouncing anything  aside from her given name, Adrienne, and her favorite title, Marquise de Lafayette. From there, a kindly gentleman who called himself 'William Lee' had opened a set of doors before her- allowing her the first fleeting glimpse of the man she'd travel all this way for.

It took her by surprise- her husband in uniform. So much so, she'd allowed him to try making her wait in a simple gesture. She heard the low rumble of his voice, saw the pointer finger held over his shoulder to signify one moment more. The tall gentleman opposite her husband smiled at her and she took the second’s silence to speak up.

                                                       " — mon amour ."

                                   @rcvolutioned​

[nikolacvna-archive]

❈ ✼ ❈    @rcvolutioned    //     ♡   for a starter

     ‘ you say you have gained power, mr. president, because your people gave it to you. ’         her brows arch, demure tone veiling the true meaning of her question.     tatiana nikolaevna knows a thing or two about revolutions.       ‘ tell me...   what will happen when the people no longer want you? ’

[withinycu-arch]

@rcvolutioned​ is all yours {washington}

“Monsieur Washington,”  Adrienne said beaming as she curtsied for the man she already she felt she more than half knew. “I am delighted to meet you at last, I have enjoyed our correspondence and my husband at times speaks of little else beyond his admiration of you.”

She had spoken with a French courtier’s delicate manners yet there was a fire in those large eyes of hers that shined out like a lantern. Her mind was entirely her own and while her admiration and respect could be won her convictions would have to be wooed first. And she had disagreed on certain topics with the American enough that she was politely wary of giving those twin tokens of affections she was wholly incapable of given half-heartedly. 

[withinycu-arch]

@rcvolutioned​ is all yours {lafayette}

Like Pénélope she had waited patiently and loyally for her husband. Careful to weather the scandal of his departure. Though in some ways that had been the easiest trial of the last two years- she did not blame him, she had been proud so proud of what he had done and why even if she had cried more in frustration over how few understood. Her own family most of all. 

His wounding at Brandywine, Anastasie and Henriette had been the harder. She could not go to him and tend him, losing him hovering around the edge of her thoughts but he had survived that and been as thrilled as she had been when he heard of the birth of Anastasie never once reproaching her for having another daughter like her father so often had with her mother. 

And oh how she had needed him when they had lost little Henriette. His letters had been a poor substitute for his absence then even. There was an ache now in her heart and in her arms where their firstborn had so often rested. 

So seeing her husband again Adrienne was a contradiction of instincts and expectations. The instinct is of course to run to him before leading him away to inspect him for scars and all the things they could not tell each other in words.

But she was determined to prove she could behave like a wife worthy of such a noble chevalier even if her large, expressive eyes welled with tears as she curtsied but did not run. “I have prayed to God everyday for your return since you left.”

[lionwrote]

@rcvolutioned (starter call)

Alexander stood outside the door straightening his uniform so it didn’t look like he ran straight over there with disheveled clothing. He let a breath as he finally stood, tall and straight before lifting a hand to knock once on the door before and waited for a moment or two. His opened the door after the moment. “Your Excellency,” a small pause before he quickly added. “Sir, you wanted to see me?”

[nikolacvna-archive]

    @rcvolutioned  asked :     ❝ say that i’m crazy, or call me a fool - but last night it seems that i dream about you. ❞     from ben

       ꧁ ༒ ☬   disney lyric starters / accepting!  ☬ ༒ ꧂

        ‘ a dream?   mr. tallmadge, you shock me. ’       enough to nearly draw a smile out of her…    but it would not be proper, standing in a tea room alongside dozens of others.     this is the cream of d.c. society, and ben should not dare whisper such things where others might hear.     ( a respected congressman, flirting with one of the exiled tsar’s daughters?  scandalous! )   when she glances at him, though,  there’s a familiar gleam of boldness in his eyes, and she cannot help smiling in return.          ‘ i hope, ’      she ventures in an undertone,      ‘ they were nothing but wonderful dreams. ’