[ it does hardly ever happen around her, to the point she's not quite sure what it is she's seeing as his mouth closes and he falls a bit silent. part of her wishes she had lit a candle, some kind of light, so she could be a better idea of what is going on in that incredible brain of his.
but he just stares, and she can feel the attention he's giving her, a kind of silent attention that almost makes her worry. because it's alexander, and silence is rarely, if ever, taken by choice. but right as she opens her mouth to ask if something is wrong, phillip coos a bit in his sleep, immediately dissolving whatever she had been building.
eliza pauses at the quote he recites, recognizing it from her own education, a play she had read years prior with her sisters, running around each other in their home. she closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his body finally next to hers, the beating of his heart she can still nearly hear. ]
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books... [ whispered in response. romeo and juliet had been a favorite play of hers (angelica had gravitated towards the tragedies or political dramas, peggy to the comedies. but eliza remembers reciting the words to her mirror, young and unsure of what they had really meant.
like merely falling in love with alexander had given her access to a wealth of information she hadn't been privy to before.
her eyes open at his soft laugh, looking up to see him smiling, staring down at their son. she laughs a bit herself, her hand on his chest bunching a bit in the fabric. ] I'm just happy to do half the good you do. [ but then she turns back to phillip, watching his chest rise and fall under the blanket, before she sighs. ]
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but he just stares, and she can feel the attention he's giving her, a kind of silent attention that almost makes her worry. because it's alexander, and silence is rarely, if ever, taken by choice. but right as she opens her mouth to ask if something is wrong, phillip coos a bit in his sleep, immediately dissolving whatever she had been building.
eliza pauses at the quote he recites, recognizing it from her own education, a play she had read years prior with her sisters, running around each other in their home. she closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his body finally next to hers, the beating of his heart she can still nearly hear. ]
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books... [ whispered in response. romeo and juliet had been a favorite play of hers (angelica had gravitated towards the tragedies or political dramas, peggy to the comedies. but eliza remembers reciting the words to her mirror, young and unsure of what they had really meant.
like merely falling in love with alexander had given her access to a wealth of information she hadn't been privy to before.
her eyes open at his soft laugh, looking up to see him smiling, staring down at their son. she laughs a bit herself, her hand on his chest bunching a bit in the fabric. ] I'm just happy to do half the good you do. [ but then she turns back to phillip, watching his chest rise and fall under the blanket, before she sighs. ]
We did that.