[OOC] Fic - Historical Figures
I know I have drabbles to write but gdit, historical figures. ;3; I blame this on you, Lotta. I guess this could be another response to the kink meme prompt.
Title: The Declaration of Sentiments
Pair: New York/Elizabeth Cady Stanton
Rating: PG - yeah man, I didn't write smut for once. :|
Warnings: Uh. Freedom with some history. I mean it does involve a historical figure. Also I only kinda skimmed through it once so it's prolly loaded with errors or something.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights governments are instituted, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. Whenever any form-"
"I love it."
Elizabeth Cady Stanton looked up from her pages, wanting to frown for being interrupted, but...there was no denying that there was a smile on her face. She had stopped her frequent pacing around the room, standing in front of the man sitting down in the only non-squeaky chair that was in the place. His eyes were wide with both excitement and wonder. That look...it was why she loved reading to him, discussing with him, having him around, with her... She loved seeing that look, especially from this man. To see him get so passionate about her ideals - which became his ideals; about obtaining equality when there truly was so little of it...that expression made her believe that all she wanted would happen. Despite the opposition, and the oppression, and the struggle...having him on her side made her feel even stronger than normal. She knew this - the document in her hands - was right, and he knew it was right, and she loved that.
The passion they shared about equality is what made her adore her state, and made him love her.
"Michael, I've barely even started."
New York grinned and leaned forward, hands on his knees as he looked up with her. He appeared so...eager and excited. And she knew why. It was more than just the speech, it was the words on the page, the convention that was in a few days, the fight for equality.
"I know. I just...I love it. What you've done, Elizabeth. Paralleling the Declaration of Independence like that," he said, pausing for a moment after. "It's...what the original should have said."
That comment made Elizabeth's heart speed up, thrilled to hear him say that. Him, who was there when the Declaration was signed...in the past she had questioned him as to why this issue wasn't brought up then, but she was always able to read his guilt. That regret he harbored, for not doing something sooner. He had fought for true equality in the Revolution...and hadn't seen that throughout America. For as much as he loved his country - and he did; for as much as he talked about him with that smile, she could tell - he was disappointed that equality was not uniform, as it should have been.
And she hated seeing his look when he talked about it. She would rather see this hopeful grin than that disheartened frown.
"Things will change, Michael. Not just for you, but for America."
He nodded, and she took note of his face. His look changed; it was another one she loved seeing. Determined and strong...an expression fitting for one such as him. The state that she was sure would lead America to greatness and fairness. He had something about him. A certain quality that the entire country needed.
America needed more states like him.
He had the conviction she'd barely seen in any others.
America needed more people like her.
She had the passion he'd barely seen in any others.
"Shall I continue?"
"Yes, please."
Watching her speak, hearing her voice, seeing her emotion, and taking in those words...New York had his eyes on her the entire time. Throughout the entire speech, his focus did not drift even once. By the time she finished, he was still smiling. She was sweating a little from the heat that had enveloped the room, though New York had a feeling that it was not just because of the weather. She waited for his reaction, anticipating a positive one. Which was what she received.
"It's perfect. It's true. I'm not sure if they'll like it, but...nothing should be changed."
She beamed. Despite that she knew that some wouldn't like it - most people didn't like the truth when it was ugly and went against the traditions of society - she was just happy right now that he liked it. That he thought it was true and that he, like her, believed in every last word of it.
That he wanted equality.
"Are you sure?" Even though Elizabeth loved it so much already, having worked so hard on figuring out what to put into it, she wondered if...if maybe something could be altered. Something here or there. She moved over to the table across the room, placing the pages down on it. "I think something could be added..."
She heard him rise out of his chair and walk over. And then she felt him, leaning so close to her, one of his hands on the table.
"Elizabeth..."
From his tone - that exasperated yet content tone - she could tell what was going to come next. He was going to repeat that it was perfectly fine the way it was, and convince her not to change a thing.
But, what she didn't anticipate was for him to move that hand on the table enough to cover her own, which had been on her Declaration. She froze, not moving her hand. Here was a man - her state - who believed in all that she did, who held the same values as her, who wanted the same equality as she did. He was...different from her husband, from so many men, who still believed that women were subordinate. That they belonged to men. That they were inferior to men.
New York didn't think like that.
"Michael, you-"
This time, when he cut her off, it was not with his words. With his free hand, he had softly cupped her cheek, turned her head towards him and kissed her. It was gentle; all of his touches were. She was still frozen for a moment - mostly in disbelief. But regardless of whether or not she was reciprocating, New York continued with the kiss. Light, almost fluttery...unusual for him, really. But she was special. He didn't want to do anything she wouldn't want.
And he already knew it was only going to be this. They shared the same ideals, the same notion of equality, the same wants, but...this was all that they would ever have. What they had now.
Finally, she had closed her eyes and pressed slightly against him, to lean up and return what she was being given. It was both enough and not enough for each of them. Just lips on lips; what would be a secret between them, and a symbol of their adoration and respect for each other.
And a promise to achieve the vision of equality they both shared. No matter how long it took.
New York would give that to her, she to him, and they would together help bring it to America. It was a promise. It was what they wanted more than anything.
He pulled back only slightly, to move his arm around Elizabeth and bring her closer. She was smiling, eyes closed, as he rested his head on hers for a few minutes. Though they were silent, there was so much said between them during that time.
"I'd...like to hear it again," New York whispered, finally breaking the quiet air. She nodded.
"Of course."
He let her go, so she could pick up the papers and start again, as he listened with a smile on his face. By the time she would give it at the convention in Seneca Falls a few days later, he would have already had it memorized just from listening to her.
Title: The Declaration of Sentiments
Pair: New York/Elizabeth Cady Stanton
Rating: PG - yeah man, I didn't write smut for once. :|
Warnings: Uh. Freedom with some history. I mean it does involve a historical figure. Also I only kinda skimmed through it once so it's prolly loaded with errors or something.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights governments are instituted, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. Whenever any form-"
"I love it."
Elizabeth Cady Stanton looked up from her pages, wanting to frown for being interrupted, but...there was no denying that there was a smile on her face. She had stopped her frequent pacing around the room, standing in front of the man sitting down in the only non-squeaky chair that was in the place. His eyes were wide with both excitement and wonder. That look...it was why she loved reading to him, discussing with him, having him around, with her... She loved seeing that look, especially from this man. To see him get so passionate about her ideals - which became his ideals; about obtaining equality when there truly was so little of it...that expression made her believe that all she wanted would happen. Despite the opposition, and the oppression, and the struggle...having him on her side made her feel even stronger than normal. She knew this - the document in her hands - was right, and he knew it was right, and she loved that.
The passion they shared about equality is what made her adore her state, and made him love her.
"Michael, I've barely even started."
New York grinned and leaned forward, hands on his knees as he looked up with her. He appeared so...eager and excited. And she knew why. It was more than just the speech, it was the words on the page, the convention that was in a few days, the fight for equality.
"I know. I just...I love it. What you've done, Elizabeth. Paralleling the Declaration of Independence like that," he said, pausing for a moment after. "It's...what the original should have said."
That comment made Elizabeth's heart speed up, thrilled to hear him say that. Him, who was there when the Declaration was signed...in the past she had questioned him as to why this issue wasn't brought up then, but she was always able to read his guilt. That regret he harbored, for not doing something sooner. He had fought for true equality in the Revolution...and hadn't seen that throughout America. For as much as he loved his country - and he did; for as much as he talked about him with that smile, she could tell - he was disappointed that equality was not uniform, as it should have been.
And she hated seeing his look when he talked about it. She would rather see this hopeful grin than that disheartened frown.
"Things will change, Michael. Not just for you, but for America."
He nodded, and she took note of his face. His look changed; it was another one she loved seeing. Determined and strong...an expression fitting for one such as him. The state that she was sure would lead America to greatness and fairness. He had something about him. A certain quality that the entire country needed.
America needed more states like him.
He had the conviction she'd barely seen in any others.
America needed more people like her.
She had the passion he'd barely seen in any others.
"Shall I continue?"
"Yes, please."
Watching her speak, hearing her voice, seeing her emotion, and taking in those words...New York had his eyes on her the entire time. Throughout the entire speech, his focus did not drift even once. By the time she finished, he was still smiling. She was sweating a little from the heat that had enveloped the room, though New York had a feeling that it was not just because of the weather. She waited for his reaction, anticipating a positive one. Which was what she received.
"It's perfect. It's true. I'm not sure if they'll like it, but...nothing should be changed."
She beamed. Despite that she knew that some wouldn't like it - most people didn't like the truth when it was ugly and went against the traditions of society - she was just happy right now that he liked it. That he thought it was true and that he, like her, believed in every last word of it.
That he wanted equality.
"Are you sure?" Even though Elizabeth loved it so much already, having worked so hard on figuring out what to put into it, she wondered if...if maybe something could be altered. Something here or there. She moved over to the table across the room, placing the pages down on it. "I think something could be added..."
She heard him rise out of his chair and walk over. And then she felt him, leaning so close to her, one of his hands on the table.
"Elizabeth..."
From his tone - that exasperated yet content tone - she could tell what was going to come next. He was going to repeat that it was perfectly fine the way it was, and convince her not to change a thing.
But, what she didn't anticipate was for him to move that hand on the table enough to cover her own, which had been on her Declaration. She froze, not moving her hand. Here was a man - her state - who believed in all that she did, who held the same values as her, who wanted the same equality as she did. He was...different from her husband, from so many men, who still believed that women were subordinate. That they belonged to men. That they were inferior to men.
New York didn't think like that.
"Michael, you-"
This time, when he cut her off, it was not with his words. With his free hand, he had softly cupped her cheek, turned her head towards him and kissed her. It was gentle; all of his touches were. She was still frozen for a moment - mostly in disbelief. But regardless of whether or not she was reciprocating, New York continued with the kiss. Light, almost fluttery...unusual for him, really. But she was special. He didn't want to do anything she wouldn't want.
And he already knew it was only going to be this. They shared the same ideals, the same notion of equality, the same wants, but...this was all that they would ever have. What they had now.
Finally, she had closed her eyes and pressed slightly against him, to lean up and return what she was being given. It was both enough and not enough for each of them. Just lips on lips; what would be a secret between them, and a symbol of their adoration and respect for each other.
And a promise to achieve the vision of equality they both shared. No matter how long it took.
New York would give that to her, she to him, and they would together help bring it to America. It was a promise. It was what they wanted more than anything.
He pulled back only slightly, to move his arm around Elizabeth and bring her closer. She was smiling, eyes closed, as he rested his head on hers for a few minutes. Though they were silent, there was so much said between them during that time.
"I'd...like to hear it again," New York whispered, finally breaking the quiet air. She nodded.
"Of course."
He let her go, so she could pick up the papers and start again, as he listened with a smile on his face. By the time she would give it at the convention in Seneca Falls a few days later, he would have already had it memorized just from listening to her.