You make me sick

Lips? (15)

MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS~

ALSO, ⚠️WARNING⚠️ THOMAS HAS A BEGGING KINK

Hamilton

He's playing the violin. 

Thomas Fucking Jefferson, is playing the violin. A stream of tears flow from his eyes as the bow dances across quivering strings, he doesn't even pay attention to the sheet music. I take a step forward, hoping that he won't notice me. 

He hasn't yet. 

I inch closer, taking in the sweet music that escapes the instrument, watching as his eyes drift closed and his lips part to make way for a soft humming. He abruptly stops, and I freeze in my tracks. 

His eyes slit open and he furrows his brow, not bothering to wipe away the tears. He mutters something underneath his breath, picking up a pencil and scratching something out on the paper he has on the music stand, then picks up the bow and starts playing again. 

When he gets back to the part he stopped at, the violin hits a melody that makes my heart start to flutter, and he smiles amidst the tears. 

At the very last note, he bites his lip, sniffing and running over the sheet music with his eyes and finger. He makes a face, then scribbles another thing out and scrawls something onto the paper, then picks up the violin again, this time actually paying attention to the music. 

He stops for the last time, then mumbles something underneath his breath that I just barely hear.

"One more time.. I need a vibrato..." He bites his lip, wiping his eyes and bringing the violin up to his chin. But he can't play. He simply sits there, biting down hard on his lip and breathing heavily, fresh tears cloud his eyes and he looks about ready to snap. 

So, of course, I choose this moment to accidentally drop my keys. 

He jumps, shrieking as the stool he sits on falls back just before he scrambles off of it. 

"MERDE!" He curses in french, and I wince, then dash over, pulling the violin out of his hand and attacking his face with my hands, trying to stop the waterfall of tears.

"Jefferson, what the hell?!" He shakes violently, falling into my shoulder and sobbing. 

"I- I-"

"Shhh.." I pull his face away from my shoulder and wipe his tears away, smiling. "It's fine." His bottom lip quivers and he dives into my chest.

"I was just about t- to leave.."

"I didn't know you played violin!" He sniffs, sobbing into my shoulder.

"S- Since I was niiiiiiine-" I pat his head, trying to continue this strange conversation. 

"It was beautiful!" He attempts a smile, then continues crying.

"T- Thaaaanks.." 

"Wanna go home?" He nods violently, then, shaking, falls back into my shoulder.

"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh-"

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lmao idk what that was I'm so sorry

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The entire walk home he's quiet.

The entire walk home, I catch him stealing glances over to me, and the entire walk home I don't say anything about it. Finally, I decide to speak up. 

"Jefferson-" He speeds up, grabbing the door handle and stepping inside of the dorm buildings, quickening his pace to get away from me. "Jefferson!" He turns around quickly, furrowing his brows.