"Please take your mask off" Jamilton, please? MAKE ME CRY, HONEY
This is dedicated to @styxetal‘s lost au that I’m bringing back to life honey.
And this really isn’t angst, just.. I dunno what to call it.
Balls were a tradition in the kingdom and a fairly good one. Though a masquerade ball was something new, something exciting that Thomas wanted to try out this year. Of course there was the chance of a outsider or criminal coming in but who was he to blame when he was holding one in his own bedroom?
Invitations were sent out weeks ago and yet he still waited to tell Alexander, wondering if the smaller male would run away or not. But regardless he wasn’t going to leave him cooped up in the palace without anyone watching.
That night he sat on the edge of the bed, watching Alexander scribble nonsense on paper like it was going to solve the world’s issues. Had he not stolen from the castle then Thomas might’ve kept him as an adviser. Regardless he made his way across the room, draping his arms around Alexander’s shoulders.
“What do you want?” Alexander murmured as he dipped his quill in ink, starting on another god forsaken sentence.
“Your undivided attention.”
“I’m listening,” he remarked as he continued writing. Thomas sighed softly and handed Alexander a feathered mask, pressing a small kiss to the top of his head.
“We’re having a masquerade ball at 7:00 tomorrow night, I can’t make sure you’re present but I assume you’ll find your way to yours truly by then?” Alexander took the mask into his hand, dropping his quill and touching the soft feathers lining the outside of the mask.
“Of course, it’s not like I have a choice, do I? You’d find a way to make sure I was there.”
“You’re not being forced…”
“I think you seem to forget I’m a prisoner here Thomas, I do not have a choice,” he whispered and pushed his chair back, making Thomas stumble back. “Though I’ll be there.”
Thomas grimaced slightly but nodded his head regardless. “Good, I don’t like being disappointed.”
Alexander was ready at 7:30, a little later than Thomas would’ve wanted it but yet he didn’t care at this point. After tonight he wouldn’t need to please Thomas anymore. His left hand raised to his face for a moment before leaving a mask of ornate red, black, and gold leather over his eyes in a fire design with a small hook nose on it and pulling up his hood to cover his face even farther.
“Sir Jefferson would like to see you downstairs at this moment. Should I fetch him or escort him up here to meet with you?” Alexander examined himself in the mirror one more time before turning to face the younger man.
“No, I’ll go find him myself if that’s alright.”
“Of course, Sir.” The man bowed deeply, waiting to be dismissed.
“You know, you have quite the lovely face…” Alexander said softly, taking a step towards him. The man smiled and looked up at him.
“Thank you, Sir-”
“Call me Alexander.” The man nodded. “Good, now can you do me a favor?”
“Of course, Sir Jefferson told me to do anything you wanted.” Alexander smiled and handed him the mask Thomas made for him.
“Go to the dance tonight, wear this, and have fun.” The man grabbed the mask and bowed again before walking out of the room. Alexander sighed softly and turned to his desk, grabbing one of the scraps of paper he had left over and wrote something down for Thomas. With that he blew a kiss to the room and swept out into the night, out of the castle.
Thomas took that night looking for the olive green mask he had custom made for Alexander, only to spot it in the hands of another. He frowned and set his drink down, excusing himself from the party. His shoes clicked up the floor to their room. He knocked on the door and when there was nothing he opened it, seeing the open window. Their room was several floors above the ground but that hadn’t stopped Alexander from trying to leave before.
“Hamilton, you took your mask off, take your new one off now. Take your mask off and quit hiding-” Out of the corner of his eye he caught the note. He took a deep breath and slowly turned, snatching it up between his fingers.
Farewell you dumbass, I don’t like being kept locked up for stealing from the rich. If only you could’ve seen to my release when I asked for it the first time.
~ Yours truly.
Thomas turned his heel, stomping out of the room and heading for the guards, snatching up the first one he saw.
“Go get his beloved partner Laurens. We’re going to dine tonight, kill tomorrow gentlemen.”