The horizon and the balcony

Chapter twenty-five

Hercules sat on the couch and gripped it tensely as all the information was relayed back to him. Oh no, Alexander wouldn't like this at all.

"So you're telling me...you guys were best friends?"He asked again. They nodded in unison almost causing him to spill his tea cup, it was freaky.

"We were raised side by side for a good fifteen years, except I was born the following year"Lafayette explained.

"Best damn year of my life"Thomas muttered. Lafayette slapped the back of his hard which seemed to surprise Hercules even more. He'd never seen Lafayette poke someone let alone smack someone. Thomas whined and rubbed his scalp which caused Lafayette to roll their eyes.

"Okay second thing, Laf I knew you came from money but you never said that you came from royalty"he said. Lafayette rolled their eyes once again and crossed their arms.

"I wouldn't call it royalty, I'm just of a noble bloodline-"

"Did you go to balls? And ride in carriages? and did you use the guillotine!"He asked bouncing in place on the sofa.

"Yes, yes and sadly no. The last death by the guillotine happened a few years before my birth and even then I don't have enough power to wield that around"They said. Hercules nodded in understanding but had a hint of a pout on his lips, the fact that capital murder excited him was somewhat questionable.

"You said you had pictures of you two from when you were younger? Where did you keep them?"He asked. John had decided now was the time was stumble into the room barely having his shirt on.

"I heard other voices?"he mumbled and rubbed his eyes blearily blinking them a few times. Once his eyes focused on Thomas he frowned and crossed his arms.

"The fuck are you doing here Jefferson?"He asked his voice raspy. Sleep still clung desperately to his chords and he cleared his throat.

"I come in peace, I'm having a moment with Lafayette. He's about to pull out some pictures of us from France, care to join?"Thomas couldn't help the smirk that graced his face if he tried. There was something so ironic about the person you hate being your partner's best friend, it just tickled him pink to be able to live it.

"You...what...Lafayette!"John cried out desperately turning to face his partner. Laf simply shrugged and stood up kissing John's cheek.

"It is true my darling, Thomas was my best friend"They said and went into the cleaning closet and moved a few things around pulling out a scrapbook.

"I'm in there all the time! How come I've never found this!"John cried out crossing his arms.

"Do you clean with bleach?"Lafayette asked.

"No?"John said tilting his head, bleach made him sick.

"Exactly, it was behind the bleach"They said and plopped down on the couch.

"Move it Jefferson, I'm gonna sit on my doudou's lap!"he exclaimed and practically canon balled onto Lafayette causing them to groan.

Thomas raised an eye at the nickname and Lafayette quickly became bashful and cleared their throat.

"Anyways! This is the scrapbook, fifteen years worth of shit because my mother never missed a moment"They said exasperated. The scrapbook was even beautiful, it was emerald green and the stitching was magenta. The two looked at it in awe and it's like they were back on Thomas' grand-mère's couch looking over it.

Hercules and John shared a collective look, this was a very peculiar day.

Lafayette opened it to the first page and got hit with an almost immediate wave of cringe. Baby pictures.