Alexander Hamilton (unimpeachable) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2022-02-19 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | alexander hamilton, miguel o'hara, rawdon crawley, ~arcturus black, ~katarin tal-kordala |
Who? Hamilton, Katarin, Arcturus, Rawdon, Miguel
Where? A park on wheel 3
When? Sometime after all the CB chatter
What? Somebody gonna get SHOT.
Open? Ask first, because there is a plan here
Alex didn't know whether he should be hiding or just standing out in the open like he was, but something about ducking under a bush or whatever felt cowardly when it was just a foreign young woman who was coming to get him.
So, he paced on the lawn as he spoke to her, pistol unloaded and the bullets vanished with his men, one hand resting on the sword that hung upon his belt. Not grasping, not threatening, just cautious. He was exhausted, he knew he had to keep pacing or his legs would give up on him. His uniform was stained and blood-splattered, and he knew that he absolutely stank. Could it be true that the conflict was over for him, that he was among friends here? Where the hell was here?
He knew there was plenty she wasn't telling him yet, but there didn't seem to be any immediate threat, although he was smart enough to know that appearances could be deceiving. That was partly why he'd told her about Eliza and the baby. It had been on his mind, of course, but he also had an idea that if she was being used as bait, he might be able to appeal to her feminine sensitivities by mentioning the baby. But now all he could think was that he needed to get back, that his child couldn't grew up without a father. He knew first hand how shit that was.