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George wrote on June 23, 1775: “I retain an unalterable affection for you, which neither time or distance can change.”
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George wrote on June 23, 1775: “I retain an unalterable affection for you, which neither time or distance can change.”
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“This is war, we have all killed! Men die every day, by our hands and by the redcoats as well.” His arm sweeps out towards where the rest of the camp is going through its daily motions. Currently, his aides are filing documents for the French, Lafayette ready and waiting for their completion, and Tallmadge is off with Brewster using newly discovered intel to the troops benefit.
‘Intel which had been discovered by Riley’ a small treacherous voice whispers in the back of his mind.
The same hand that had gestured to the outside drags down his face as Washington clenches his teeth. He inhales through his nose, nostrils flaring for a moment. His hand came to rest curled around his jaw, mouth covered as he spoke his next words. “Tell me truly, what were your expectations when you slithered your way into my ranks? Were you that naive of the hardships of war that death was unheard of? Did you consider the close proximity of brothers in arms-the bonds that form from that?” The bonds we formed? went unspoken but as George forced himself to look Riley in the eye, he knew she would understand what he was silently asking.
“I didn’t plan for this.”
Riley doesn’t know what she means. Maybe she means everything. This confrontation. The strangeness of being back in a uniform after nearly a week of skirts and offered arms and taking tiny measured steps. The pain in her heart. Missing a home that doesn’t exist anymore. Aching for sleep. Wishing that he would look once again at her with pride.
“Isn’t every young man naive as he marches to war? I don’t think I was so different, yearning for glory and thinking I would find it on a battlefield.” She scrubs a hand over her face. “But I don’t understand how lying is such a sin in comparison to the actions we take in the interest of independence.”
I don’t understand why it has made you hate me, is what she does not say.
“I refuse to regret it,” she concludes, a sad sort of determination settling on her face. “You may think my place is in my parents’ home, and you may refuse to see me once the war is over, whether we claim victory or not. But I cannot regret seeking freedom for these colonies or for myself.”
She shrugs, so very tired, and waits for his judgment.
There’s a part of George that wants to throw the girl out of camp and leave her for the wolves. Another smaller part wants to have her flogged because if she wants to parade herself around like a man, he will treat her as such.
But her last statement is so familiar, so determined, that he forces himself to stop and think.
Because Washington is not a foolish man. He knows that every good stratagist takes into count every possible variable and proceeds with the knowledge that it might someday occur. Riley and her true sex is a variable he never considered and that is where he made his mistake.
Women and their tactics have always had an adaptability that is rare to find in a man. Where men are solid like oak, women bend easily like blades of grass. Just because a man can take more abuse than a woman, that doesn’t mean a Lady’s flexibility is not beneficial.
The whores that patrol the camp use their bodies to distract from their bright minds. The spies of the opposite sex gain information by being unassuming. And Riley-
Riley saw that to gain her freedom, she needed more than flexibility and cunning wits. She needed the natural respect gained through manhood.
Washington sighed, feeling extremely tired all of a sudden. He silently wished that his wife was hear for council.
You already know what she would say though. She would scold you for underestimating the capability of a woman and tell you to stop being so prideful. He covered his mouth with his hand to hide the smile that appeared at the thought.
Once he had recovered from the brief lapse in proprietary, he dropped his hand and looked back at Riley. “I believe I understand why you did it. But that does not make me comfortable with the fact that it was done.” He spoke slowly, trying to piece together his thoughts.
“We both know I cannot report you without damning myself as well. So we are trapped in simply proceeding with how we have been so far.”
“That,” he raised his voice slightly when it looked like Riley was about to speak. “does not mean our relationship will remain how it is now. Professionally or privately. You have broken laws that could have you killed and myself shamed for life. There needs to be a new strategy for how we will proceed.”
His eyes hardeneded. “Because if I can discover your secret, so can others.”
HAHA WHAT DO YOU MEAN IVE BEEN GOND E FOR OVER TWO MONTHS PFFFF NOOO....
drags hands down face hey sorry if youre waiting for a reply from me i have a job interview coming up and some other shit happening i dont want to get into so i havent had the energy for drafts
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mutual: we should talk more!
me: yeah!
mutual:
me:
girls dont want boys girls just want them to edit the first act of the book theyve been writing for over two years right @sanguiresse
not to be like “life is bullshit and i should be living on a small farm by the sea” but life is bullshit and i should be living on a small farm by the sea
interdiit:
[ text: le général de division moderne ] call you out? no, that’s not what i’m doing [ text: le général de division moderne ] i’m merely stating a point [ text: le général de division moderne ] and, with all technicality, yes, you are going to be THE POTUS, but not necessarily MY POTUS. [ text: le général de division moderne ] i’m french. i have no POTUS [ text: le général de division moderne ] and it’s also my job to point out when you are making a hypocrite of yourself, sir, with all due respect.
[TEXT]: Stop making me laugh people are staring at me. [TEXT]: I think it’s starting to become obvious this isn’t a work related and that my phone use is just me bored. [TEXT]: Oh dear marthas glaring at thomas one sec
Happy Birthday, George.
Papa is to be home within the next few hours, and the whole of the estate is bustling in preparation. Servants tidy what is already clean, and Martha calls for Patsy’s help in the baking of a what the recipe book calls Great Cake, a tremendous multi-tier dessert enhanced by fresh fruit and spice. A finger is dipped into the frosting, met by mama’s laughter when she sucks it clean. A whole two weeks since her last fit, and she doesn’t think she’s ever felt better. Perhaps the iron ring was beginning to work it’s magic.
“Is papa’s present here yet? Mr. Dockery said he’d be around near an hour ago. You don’t think something’s happened to him, do you?”
She’s been pestering servants and mama alike for the past three hours, rushing back and forth from the front window to meet with the carriage that the hound would be arriving with. Patsy would be lying if she said she wasn’t overjoyed by their newest addition, who would be keeping her company while George was off tending to more important matters. Now, if Martha would only let her keep it in the house.
It comes not long after, a beautiful hound puppy with large ears that she’s most affectionately referred to as Captain. Captain would be a hunter, as all of papa’s dogs were, but for now it was pampered and brushed, dressed with a bright pink ribbon where a collar would eventually be. There is no better hound, Patsy tells anyone that will listen, and uses another one of her ribbons to play with the excitable bundle until she can hear Martha’s exclamations from the other room.
“Papa! You mustn’t come in yet!,” Patsy demands, lifting the dog up and fixing its fur with the palm of her hand. “You’ve got to close your eyes first!”
The war front had drained George in a way that he had not realized until he was already en route to Mount Vernon. It was the type of exhaustion that made one want to spur your horse to arrive sooner but at the same time stop to rest more often than needed.
The time off was only for a fortnight yet he welcomed it all the same. It had been too long since Washington had held his dear wife in his arms and he ached for her embrace. Too long since he had seen Jacky and Patsy. Too damn long since he’d been with his family and he intended to make the most of his time home.
No sooner than the thought had occurred, Mount Vernon surfaced on the horizon and George released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. With a swift kick to his steed, the distance was quickly erased as he stopped at the forefront of his estate. A servant took the horse’s reigns and with some grave words of care for the beast, he entered his home where his eyes were blessed with the sight of his darling Martha.
The reunion was better than he had dreamed, with her laughter as he lifted her and spun her around the entrance hall. Jacky ran up to him and George swiftly lifted the boy in the air as well.
But the welcome was cut short as Martha pulled away, whispering “Our Patsy has a surprise for you.” His questioning gaze was met with only a knowing smile and a kiss. (He could feel her lips curl as Jacky made a disgusted noise.)
He reluctantly let his wife withdraw from his hold and went searching for his beloved child. He had learned from his greetings with Martha and Jacky that Patsy was feeling better at this time and he quietly thanked his Lord for blessing him on his return.
When he finally found the room she was in her exclamation made him smile. He had missed her dearly.
“Oh? If my eyes are closed though, how will I ever open the door? I will simply be trapped out here doomed to never lay my eyes upon you ever again.” He wanted to open the door and scoop her up, but lately Patsy’s healthy days were becoming outweighed by the ill ones and he knew he should take advantage of this time.
sanguiresse replied to your post: so i just learned why my account wont let me turn...
haha ur a baby
id rather be a baby than pay taxes
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“I just need to deliver a message to her. Like I said, it’s very important.” She seemed to shrink a little at the mention of a guardian. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be asking strangers if they had seen someone. “Can I even trust you?”
“Well, I can’t say I’ve seen her. But I would not lie to you.” Strange, a minute ago the girl seemed ready to tackle him for information. Yet now she seemed wary. He bent down to her level, aware that his stature could be intimidating.
“If you’d like I could help you find her?” The child seemed hesitant of authority, something that told George letting her run off would not be a wise decision.
so i just learned why my account wont let me turn off safe search
i signed up in the fall and even though i turned 18 in may its going to still think im 17 until probably late august i want to die
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