Not Throwing Away My One-Shot (Hamilton One-Shot Book) {REQUESTS: OPEN}

~!Historical! Lams~

💚Lovers' Promises💙

"Laurens! Wait!" A young ginger-headed young man came galloping up the far hill, on the back of a handsome stallion. "Do not leave, quite yet!"

John Laurens, a tall blond, with vibrant blue eyes, looked out towards the steed approaching him, along with the rider. He let go of his own mare, as he was midway from mounting her, and hopped to the ground. Confusion rang through his head, as to why he was being told to halt. Although, when the rider neared him, all confusion subsided. The West Indian accent should have been recognizable anywhere.

"Why, if it isn't Colonel Hamilton," John chuckled weakly, stroking his mare calmly, as the rider dismounted from his steed. "Where have you traveled from? What brings you here?"

Alexander Hamilton, a freckled, and violet-eyed, petite man, who was roughly in his early twenties, panted heavily, as he wiped beads of sweat from his brow. Removing his tricorne hat from his head, he held it to his chest, and dropped to one knee exhaustively.

"I've come to see you off, of course, my dearest," Alexander cautiously glanced around his surroundings, before cupping John's hand in his own.

Face flushing, John immediately retracted his hand, and turned away. "Be careful of the words you bestow upon me, dear sir. If we were to be caught, they'd have us hanged or worse!"

"Then we shall fall like that of Romeo and his Juliet," Alexander teased, gingerly hopping to his feet, careful not to over-exert himself; it was an awfully long ride back to the inner camp. "Star-crossed lovers in a secret rendezvous blossoming with romance and lust for one another, cannot stay apart, despite what society's weight strains upon them."

John rocked on the balls of his heels, swallowing back a laugh. "Your flowery language adds to the mood, my darling-" taken aback about the name he had just referred to his dear friend as, John sought it quick to correct himself, "-Pardon... My good man..." The mixture of disappointment and confusion strung in those distraught, and memorable violet-eyes made guilt build up inside John's obdurate heart. Though, he knew he had to restrain his actions with his dearest Alexander in the public eye.

Although, behind closed doors was another story entirely...

"Oh, my dear Laurens, your words harm me so." Placing his hand over his heart, Alexander shook his head lightly, before placing his tricorne back atop his matted auburn-reddish head. "Although, I am glad to have caught you before your departure to the Carolinas. Who knows if this will be our last union..."

John's expressions grew sorrow-filled at Alexander's words. What could he mean? Their last union? Perhaps, could his dear friend be predicting that death is awaiting him? Surely that couldn't be.

"Are you insinuating that you will perish, after I take my leave the South Carolina?" John nervously scratched at the back of his head, averting his gaze from those alluring eyes that Alexander held. "Please do promise me, that that will not be the case..."

"No, my friend, I refer to you." Alexander sighed heavily, stroking the back of his mare. "Are you positive about your plans in the South? I stand with you on the ideas of enfranchising the slaves of Southern plantations, fully, however..."

After he trailed off, John turned away, making sure not to yield to Alexander's attractions. John Laurens was a man of abolitionist nature, believing that- in the words of Thomas Jefferson's Declaration of Independence- "all men are created equal". So, after compromising with his father, the former President of the Continental Congress, Henry Laurens, John had managed to try and convince Congress to allow him a regiment of 3,000 enslaved men, to act as soldiers in the Continental Army, in exchange for their freedom. However, to fulfill his goals, he'd have to head down to Southern Carolina. Which meant, leaving behind, his dearest friend.