Pjo Aesthetics: Victorian!Theyna

The court was a place of secrets and shadows, an idea that seemed at odds with its constant warm candlelight and folds upon folds of complex, beautiful fabrics. Reyna felt the weight of the blade strapped to her thigh seem to increase, and was reminded that the prettiest things were always the most treacherous.

(for Day Five of Pjo Femslash Week)

Okay, so… I kind of wrote a vampire AU. Features some Finn and Rey friendship, with Reylo as the main ship.

She sees Han Solo, a forest. Evening light. Glitches. Flickers. Flashes of brown hair on Han’s head, a dark-eyed woman running beside him. They come to a halt at the same time. Fear in both their faces. A single name called. Ben! A small boy suddenly, eyes dark like the woman’s and the light fading. Blood at his neck. Thin fingers pressed to a wound. Dad…

“You.” She breathes the word with the trace of a snarl.

A young man now, training. Beaten for every wrong step he takes. A skull, burned, mangled with the metal of a helmet. For every beating, the skull is there.

“You’re afraid.” A snarl comes to her. “That you’ll never be as strong as Darth Vader!”

He wrenches away from her. The connection is broken, the force between them lost. That’s not what stops her in her tracks. Not what makes her feel desperately cold, as if she’s back on Jakku, struggling to get through a single night. His eyes are a hollow black. Just for a split second.

His breath shakes. He turns away from her.

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Ren held his lightsaber, poised to strike. “I could kill you right now. But there is another way.” Breathing hard, Rey looked up in disgust at the man looming above her. “You’re a monster.” “No. You need a teacher.” He was beseeching and insistent all at once. “I can show you the ways of the Force!” Slowly she shook her head. “The Force?” […]  A long moment passed, in which Ren sensed a change in the air, a change in her.

Then she opened her eyes and attacked, viciously.

The night before the fateful showdown, Hamilton wrote a note, entitled “Statement of Impending Duel with Aaron Burr,” denouncing dueling and stating he would “throw away my first fire.”

But why, then, did he pursue a potentially deadly face-off?

“I think [Hamilton] knew what would happen when those letters were made public,” [descendant of Aaron Burr’s cousin, Antonio] Burr says. “Hamilton told the story that ensured he would pass on in history as a hero, and Burr would pass through as a despicable guy. I think he wanted that.”

Burr met with Miranda when the director was developing the play, sharing his thoughts on the Hamilton-Burr relationship with him over several bottles of wine.

While Burr calls the biography “Alexander Hamilton” by Ron Chernow, which inspired the musical, “poisonous” in its vilifying of his ancestor, he approves of Miranda’s representation on the stage.

“I thought he treated Burr with a lot of respect and not the usual condemnation,” he says. “And this is a theater production, so I give him all the artistic license that he needs, or wants.”

[Hamilton great-great-great-great granddaughter Alexandra] Hamilton Woods, who will gather with 11 other Hamilton descendants on Monday evening at a New-York Historical Society gala, has her own allegiances, but agrees with Burr that their ancestors’ rivalry was complex.

“Obviously I know where I lie and sit,” she says. “But I don’t think that it’s black and white.”

The two friends now find themselves in their own political situation. Hamilton Woods sits on the Inwood Canoe Club board as treasurer, and Burr is the president emeritus. They might have the occasional disagreement, but they settle things peacefully.

“We do a lot of negotiating,” says Hamilton Woods. “But he and I find ourselves usually on the same side.”