For as long as John Laurens can remember, he’s had Alexander Hamilton written in the space between his second and third ribs.
Henry thought for a while that if he just tried hard enough, yelled loud enough, covered John’s skin in enough mottled bruises, Alexander would go away, replaced by Sarah or Isabella or something equally female. John knew better; you can’t choose your soulmate, and you can’t change them either.
Still, being face-to-face with him is a little overwhelming, considering.
just stops for a moment after the man introduces himself, and the first
thing that comes out of his mouth is, “For some reason I was expecting a
Alexander’s eyes — dark brown, so deep you could drown
in them, nothing like the cornflower blue that John had imagined — light
up. “You’re John Laurens, then?” John nods and Alexander smiles, mouth
fallen open like he can’t believe what’s in front of him.
“You’re even more beautiful than I pictured you,” John and Alexander say at the same time.
John’s already in love.
Angelica has her sister’s name.
It’s curled around her waist, Eliza Schuyler
in curved, loopy handwriting. It’s supposed to be lucky, a sign of an
unbreakable bond between them, and her parents encourage it, always.
Angelica is there for Eliza, no matter what. When it turns out that Alexander Hamilton has two names — Eliza Schuyler on his ankle and John Laurens on his hipbone — Angelica researches polyamory and reassures her sister that no, it’s okay, he does love you, he looks at you like you hang the stars, it’s okay Eliza.
When Eliza has trouble with grades, with John and Alexander, with that
asshole who called her names Angelica won’t repeat, it’s Angelica who
helps her with her math, helps her brainstorm possible solutions,
teaches her how to throw a punch.
Angelica will choose Eliza’s happiness over her own, if it comes to that. Every single time.
dreams of one day finding her — the girl with Molly Burr seared into
her skin. She and her older sister Sally talk for hours on end,
speculating about their soulmates (Theodosia Prevost, for Molly, and
Tapping Reeve, for Sally) — they could just google the names, but that
would take the magic out of it.
Then, at fifteen, Molly becomes Aaron, and he is terrified of meeting Theodosia.
what if her soulmark still says Molly? What if Aaron has to see it,
every day for the rest of his life? Worse — what if Theodosia won’t call
him anything else?
And then, at twenty-three, Aaron meets her and
his fears dissipate, because Theodosia Prevost (“Call me Theo, everyone
does”) has Aaron Burr written on her collarbone.
God bless her, Theodosia doesn’t question why Aaron starts sobbing in her arms.
Thomas is so excited to meet him.
James Madison. A messy scrawl at the top of Thomas’s thigh. Thomas has known the name since before he could walk; Madison was his first word and James his second.
When Thomas is a junior in high school, his chemistry partner is a tiny boy in a sweater that’s far too big for him.
“Hi, I’m Thomas Jefferson,” he says, and the other boy smiles politely.
“I’m James Madison,” the boy says. “But call me Maddy.”
He didn’t recognize Thomas’s name at all. Thomas says nothing.
(During their first lab, Maddy rolls up his sleeves to show the name Dolly Payne emblazoned on his left forearm. Thomas swallows hard but keeps his silence.)