Coffee and Cigarettes

Madison Interlude (Part 2)

      On an actual day of holiday, my true love gave to meeeee
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     I don't know y'all should expect that I'm hella lonely back here. Nobody's got time for true love, yikes.

     A l s o

    Hey y'all, in case this whole Madison Interlude thing doesn't get finished before New Years at the latest, just know:

     By the end of it I fully intend for Marquis de Lafayette to no longer exist in the story

      That is all

     :)

      Feedback feeds Carlos

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     And hey,,, thanks™
     ~Cecil

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James Madison was tired.
The previous night, he wasn't quite sure what had happened but he knew it involved playing monopoly for a good four hours with Mulligan and Lafayette after they had watched Disney movies all day. He remembered going upstairs with Thomas to their bedroom after the other two had fallen asleep on the couch, and he remembered Thomas sleeping in only boxers because it was so damn hot with the fireplace on (of course, how could he forget such a thing). But after that? All that remained in Madison's mind was blank.
     He didn't remember going to sleep, but since it was daytime already he figured that a thing he did. He also didn't remember taking his binder off, and by the way his chest rose and fell with soft wheezes every breath, he assumed that he hadn't.

     Ouch.

     He slipped out of bed and took off his sweater with some difficulty. He winced a little as he stretched his arms over his head and desperately tugged at the edge of his binder to get it off, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side with a gasp. He put a hand over his chest and closed his eyes, panting ever slightly to regain his breath. He hadn't fallen asleep with it on in years, and he couldn't fathom why he ever used to do it willingly. He felt a bit insecure and exposed at the moment, sure, but his ribs hurt like hell and his breathing was mismatched in a way that made his upper-torso burn with each wheeze of a breath.

     Ouch.

James slipped his sweater back on and yawned softly, turning back to the bed as he rubbed his eyes and bent over to pick up his discarded binder.
      "G'mornin' peaches," he called softly to Thomas, a gentle smile on his face as he straightened his posture and waited for a response. A few moments of silence passed and his smile faded in concern. "Honey..?" Madison approached the bed carefully, walking over to where Jefferson laid, curled up underneath the blankets.
      He gently poked the other and frowned at the lack of response. Or any movement at all, in that case.
     "Thomas, dear, this isn't funny..."
     Panic built up in his mind as he shook the deathly still figure.
      "Darling please. P-Please... Thomas?" James' movements became more hasty. The other wasn't making any noises, not even one of breathing or snoring as he usually do. Something was wrong... what was wrong? Madison couldn't make a logical explanation in his mind.
       "Thomas!"
     Something was wrong. James, in his panic, finally just grabbed the blanket and pulled it off–
      Only to be met by a face that certainly wasn't Thomas Jefferson.
     He screamed.
      "Jesus Christ!"
     Footsteps came barreling down the hall as a familiar voice called out Madison's name. He took a step back, clutching at his chest as he wheezed to regain his breath and make his heart beat healthily steady. He let out a soft whimper and the door opened, Lafayette running quickly over to James in a masked panic. 
     "Mon ami!" they cried out, hugging the still slightly hyperventilating boy close. "What is wrong...? You screamed! Is everything alright?"
Madison let out a soft whimper and nodded as he curled against Lafayette in embarrassment.
"I... I just... goddammit..."
"What is it, mon cher..?"
James was quiet for a few moments before covering his quickly reddening face.
"I... got scared of a Pikachu pillow.."
     Lafayette rose a brow and hugged the other closer, pecking his head and very clearly trying not to laugh.
    "O-Oh dear, James, I'm... sorry–"
    "No you're not," he sniffled.
     "...you are correct."
    They snorted a bit as they laughed, grinning sheepishly as James pouted and slipped away. "I hate you."
     "I love you too, mon ami!" Lafayette giggled, watching as the other rolled his eyes and huffed. "Oh, do not look so saaaddd! There's crepes downstairs, Jame, come eat!"
     "I will I will.." James huffed once more after a while, waving to Laf as they walked back out and down to the kitchen. Madison giggled and made his way to the group of pillows on the bed that had scared him so much. A note was attached, a short, scrawled one written in calligraphy only his Tommy would be capable of.