Alexander Hamilton (unimpeachable) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2022-04-14 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | alexander hamilton, ~liberty becket |
Who? Alexander & Liberty
Where? Adam's castle, France
When? Late Thursday night
What? Checking on his lady and his son.
Open? No
It had been a whirlwind week, full of the bustle of trade of the 18th Century, and Alexander had really been in his element. He knew that he was full on for a lot of people, he could see it in their face when he started chattering excitedly at them, but he couldn't help it. He had two weeks, and he had a long shopping list. There was a lot he could achieve, and it was the first time he'd felt properly useful since arriving on the station. He couldn't imagine being content to sit around a castle the whole time, it wasn't in his nature.
He'd made a commitment to Black before the door had opened, and so when Thursday rolled around he had thought it important to return. As exciting as Alsace was, station connections and friendships were still foremost in his mind. Philip had been meant to go to Leyton overnight, but he had insisted that he needed to stay in Alsace and make sure no harm came to Liberty. Alexander had almost scoffed at him, what trouble would she come to inside the castle walls, but Liberty had played along and made it seem like he had an important job in his father's absence, not that he was in need of a babysitter.
It had been a good night, full of silliness, real unreserved laughter, genuine friendship, and a good measure of gossiping. They'd drank, and talked, played cards, and enjoyed Crawley's decent attempt at recreating a night out in London. Alexander had even managed to convince a tipsy Arcturus to take a look through the door with them. He knew it was time to call it a night when Crawley was trying to convince him to start hitting the tavern of the town nearby.
"No, no, Adam said something about wolves, and you need to get home to your woman," he insisted.
"You need to get home to your woman," Crawley had teased, slapping him on the back as he tried and failed to protest against this ridiculous suggestion. "Uh huh, uh huh, goodnight Hamilton, have fun with your 'secretary'," he'd told him, bursting into childish laughter as he made his way back to his own fiancee.
Alexander laughed, rolled his eyes, and... well, he probably should at least check in on them, shouldn't he? Let her know he was back, check that Philip had actually gone to bed for her and wasn't just being an odious little shit in his absence. He knocked lightly on the door, so as not to wake anyone, and then opted to just slip inside.
"Hi, it's just me. You okay?" he half-whispered.