[A.Ham]
I met Lafayette after work, he was here most of the day anyway. Washington had initially sent for him, which doesn't surprise me. We walked and talked down the road, catching up on lost time. I really should write to him more often than I do. He is a bit silly at times, but the man is wise. It took nearly no time to make it to Mulligan's shop.
"Hey Mulligan, I got a surprise for you! " I called inside.
"One moment, finishing up a rush order." He called back from among the racks of cloths and articles.
"But I came all this way, mon ami!" Laf chuckled, stepping around the counter to make his way back. I followed.
"Eeyyyy Laf, what's up? I'm almost done. I promise. Ten minutes." He called back, before saying something more too low for us to hear until we stepped closer.
"Alright alright, I guess ten minutes is long enough, but that's all! Then we're going... Madame Washington!" He bowed respectfully, I followed suit, also surprised to see her.
"Good evening, Mrs. Washington, always a pleasure to see you." I greeted, smiling brightly. "Please pardon our brashness."
"Oh boys..." She nodded to us, "Just out doing a bit of shopping, please don't mind me. We'll be out of the way soon."
"We, Madame?" Laf asked, glancing about. Mulligan must have been at his work station, further back still.
"Ah yes. Alexander, I believe this girl is yours? George brought her home but she had practically nothing on and I have nothing her size." She filled in, and I paled.
"M-Muda's here?" I stuttered.
"Yes, I couldn't leave the girl in nothing! What was she even doing in such little?" Mrs. Washington scolded me, similarly to how her husband did. Geez.
"It was a misunderstanding. I would never send her out like that, especially in that condition. I had-"
"DONE!" The three of us jumped at the sound of Mulligan's booming voice. "I'm so sorry for the wait, Mrs. Washington. I hope this is alright. And I'm sorry for these idiots, whatever they have said."
"It's alright, Mulligan. Come along, girl, it's getting late. We must be getting home and get dinner started." She said, and on cue, Muda emerged from the jungle of fabrics. And man... was she beautiful. She was fitted in a corset, long sleeves, the fabric perfectly framed her collar, her shoulders, her collarbone. The corset hugged her waist perfectly, beautifully, lightly layered wine red fabric fell off her hips. Her eyes caught mine, and everything froze for a moment. I opened my lips to say something, but nothing came out.
"Mon dieu, this is the slave?! Mon fleur, you've certainly grown more beautiful than I remember." Lafayette smiled, taking Muda's hand for a moment. My girl blushed, bowing in greeting as she let him kiss her hand.
"You know her?" I finally managed out.
"Oui, Jefferson lent her to me during my stays in the early days of the war. She looked young then. A good girl, hardly a slave other than title. I tried to free her, I wanted her to return to France with me after the war." He continued, drawing a hand over her cheek gently. She leaned into his touch with a thankful smile. "I'm glad I didn't, she's safer here and it's good to know she's in the best hands."
Muda lifted her hand to his, gently taking it away from his cheek, before laying it open, palm up. She held it gingerly, using her free hand to draw her fingertip across his skin. It moved quickly, but with pattern, it seemed. I watched Laf's face close in confusion before a realization hit him, and a large smile pressed across his face as he gathered her up in a hug.
"It seemed she picked up on writing rather quickly. That's how she's taken to talking to people. A quill in hand is still a bit rough, but that she picked up in just a few hours." Lady Washington filled in, smiling rather proudly. "Now come along, George is waiting for us. He told me not to let you leave with Hamilton until he said it was okay."
Muda slipped free of Laf's arms, tucking pieces of her hair behind her ear, before turning to me. She smiled a bit, opened her hand for mine. I complied, placing my hand in hers, but instead of writing on it, she held it carefully, lowering to place a soft, lingering kiss to the back of it. It only lasted a moment, because when I registered what was even happening, she was making her way out the door, following Lady Washington. As soon as the door closed, a hand smacked the back of my head.
"Hey! What was that for?!"
"You really are an idiot. You took the whore over her?" Lafayette scolded me. There had been a lot of scolding on me lately. It's starting to get annoying.
"Is that why Washington has your girl, man?" Herc shook my shoulder.
"Yea yea, let's just get a drink. I need it."I grumbled. "I signed up for advice, not harassment." The pair chuckled, leading me outside into the street. The day was waning, and Muda stayed on my mind.
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"Guys, she's so beautiful, but I think she hates me." I muttered over my mug, taking a deep drink. "I couldn't do right by Eliza, I couldn't do right by Angelica, I kept letting Maria fuck me over... guys, my record is zero for three right now."
"No worries, mon ami, we won't let you mess this one up. You send that letter to your wife?" Laf asked, reclined next to me. I nodded. "Then maybe Wash will let you have your girl back since you've made that mark."
"And maybe you'll learn better than to let bad women into your head and your bed." Mulligan added. "You have a good girl in your possession, and it's clear she's more than a slave for you. I mean come on, what do you think of when you see her?"
"I want to protect her. God, I want to keep her safe and close, I want to see her happy everyday with what she does. She seems so comfortable serving, cleaning and stuff, so why take that away from her, but hell. I want her." I said, instantly drifting into a daydream. "She was the first one I woke to, and the last at my side before bed. Not even in that way, just... being close. Holding her..."
"Stay with us, brother. Don't go drooling on yourself." Mulligan laughed, patting my back. "We get it, you love her."
"L-love? I mean sure she's great, but I don't know if I'd call it love. At the end of the day, she's a slave, a mute one at that."
"And she's one of the best people I've known, mon petit leon. All she wants it to make your life better, not burden it. I remember when she was younger, when Jefferson granted her to me for a time, she was a bright light without words. She was so pure and simple, she took care of all my needs before I even realized I needed something. But, what was best, she listened when I needed to talk, and stayed close when company was desired, without any sign of being annoyed or disliking. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yea... that's what makes her so... perfect. " I smiled.
"So don't mess it up, or she's with me on the next boat back to France." Laf warned, but I rolled my eyes.
"Get in line, Washington already said he'd take her if I fucked up again." I sneered, huffing at the empty threat. "You want in on it, Mulligan?"
"Nah, I see enough of her while fitting dresses for her. I'm good." He chuckled, raising his glass. "We believe in you, Hamilton. We just kick your ass until you get it right."
"Hah... thanks guys."
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10/03/17
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Muda
Fanfiction"Jefferson, what's this?" I frowned, glancing over the chained woman standing beside him. "A peace offering, maybe a little incentive to stir on the compromises in the debate we had the other day." Thomas replied, as if it were obvious. "This is a...
