Alex was always inventing things. Not machines, but ideas. Wether it be a financial plan or a new defence for a client at his small law firm, Alex had to write his ideas down.
His study was crowded with papers and half-melted candles and quills. Eliza was always trying to clean out some of the older works, but Alexander refused to let them go. He claimed to need every single document, even if it was a poorly constructed, half written piece of crap that had been conceived at three in the morning after a particularity vivid dream.
His friends always teased him for his dedication to all his inventions. He was particularly attached to his contributions to the federalist papers. All eighty one of them. Eliza almost had a fit when he said that he wanted to frame them. Of course then he got wrapped up in his financial system, and the tinker forgot all about his federalist papers.
He threw himself into his work with such ferocity, he would forgo sleep and food for days, not stopping until he finished. Eventually, this behaviour brought him to his death. He never could back out of a fight, and he never learned when to stop.
A/N Merry Christmas (if you celebrate that) and happy New Years!
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