Thomgelica: Every letter

A winter's ball

Angelica's POV

"There!" I said, finishing buttoning up the last pearl on the back of Eliza's dress. It was a greeny-blue, I was in sunset orange, and Peggy was in a sunny yellow, all in the same style, fitted at the top, a bell shaped skirt with pearls at the back and off the shoulder straps.

Eliza twirled, her skirt flaring.

"Girls, it's time to go!" shouted our father, and Peggy stood from where she was sat on the bed. we held hands as I pulled them down the stairs and we one by one climbed into the carriage, kissing our father goodbye.

The ride there was spent by Peggy gossiping about honestly every eligible bachelor who was attending, with Eliza occasionaly commenting when Peggy stopped for breath.

I kept quiet, my mind already focused on something else.

Yours,

Thomas

Thomas, not T.Jefferson.

Thomas....

And he was gonna be at the ball.

"Hello, earth to Angie!" said Peggy, snapping her fingers in front of my face, "we're here!!"

"don't call me that!" I moaned as I clambered out of the carriage.

"The Schuyler sisters!" announced the butler as we entered the ballroom. I briefly scanned the room for Thomas, before realising had no idea what I was looking for.

Of course, I had seen portraits, but having posed for one myself, I knew they could be inacurate.

However, my eyes did fall on an incredibly handsome man, he wasn't tall, but not too short eother, with dark brown - almost black - hair, bulled back into a smooth ponytail. He wore the blue coat of Washington's army and an expression of pain, barely suppressed, but covered by the huge mess of feeling that was life. And his eyes! His eyes were amazing! Such young eyes, they made him look far younger than he must have been, they were a brown so rich, yet slightly too red for chocolate, and dark, yet too full of life to be confused with black.

It was only when I'd thought all of this that I realised I'd been staring at him as he walked towards me.

"Hey." he said as he stopped next to me, "are you enjoying it?"

"I've only just got here" I told him, still looking at where my sisters were dancing.

"I know this is a weird opening statement," said the man, as the music changed and he lead me to the dance floor, "But you strike me as a woman who's never been satisfied."

I blushed, partially from the question and partially because he had placed his hand on my waist and the other hand in mine.

"I-I'm sure I don't know what you mean" I stuttered.

Why did I stutter?!!

"You're like me," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up as he noticed my blush, "we've got the same look in our eyes, of desperation mixed with resignation, in short, we can never be satisfied"

Who was this handsome man who talked to me with big words, not patronising me with them.

The music stopped, and I held out my hand. "My name's Angelica Schuyler"

I smiled as he kissed my hand, "Alexander Hamilton"

At that moment, I caught Eliza' s gaze. For  a moment, it was full of desperation, but as she realised I was watching, turned to resignation.

No! I thought my sister is the best person I know, she deserves to be happy.

Angelica, your reading way too far Into this!  My brain, but nevertheless, my mouth said, "Alexander, I want to introduce you to someone"

"Elizabeth Schulyer, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Said Eliza, as we arrived in front of her.

Alexander and Eliza talked  a little, before something caught my eye and I realized I was still standing there.

"I'll leave you to it!" I said, and gave Eliza a small wave as I went toward's the distraction.

It was a tall man, with a cloud of dark hair and a magenta velvet suit with a silver topped cane.

Thomas' POV

I tried not to smile as she walked up to me.

I had heard her introduce herself to the other guy... Alexander?

She was beautiful, and smart and... standing in front of me.

"Hey, are you..." she began.

"Thomas Jefferson," I told her she paused, uncertain, "are you Angelica?" 

"Yes," she replied, and raised an eyebrow at me "who else have you been writing to?"

I smiled at her guts.

"A couple of duchesses,  princess of Sweden, you know, I get around." I joked

She smiled and  poked me in the side with her elbow.

"Does Sweden even have a monarchy?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and smiling.

"Yes actually, Adolf and Louisa, really nice people."

She giggled and looked away, her eyes landing on a couple, the same ones she had just left, Alexander and Elisabeth I think.

"Would you rather be the one dancing with him?" I asked, hoping she'd say 'no' and I could dance away the night with this beautiful girl.

"Yes... but my sister deserves to be happy." she sighed, turning back to me.

"And you don't?" I asked and she blushed.

"My sister is an angel sent from heaven, any hardship she goes through is a mistake caused by the devil." she told me, staring firmly into my eyes.

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be happy." I told her. I paused then asked, "Do you want to dance?"

She seemed to hesitate, but then grinned. "I would love to!" 

A waltz, started up, and I placed a hand on her waist and she put a hand on her shoulder.

Lavenders blue Dilly Dilly

Lavenders green,

When I am king Dilly Dilly

You shall be queen

The music ended and we had moved around the ballroom to the open doors that led to the garden.

Angelica took her hand from my shoulder and used the hand still holding mine to lead me out into the night.

"It's beautiful!" She sighed, her head tilted towards the stars as she twirled around, her sunset coloured dress fanning out around her.

"So are you" I said.

Angelic a stopped spinning and I took a step towards her. I places a finger under her chin, and leaned in, hesitating for a moment before she stood on tiptoe and closed the distance.

Finally.

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A/N - YaY!! They've finally met!

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