hamilton · john laurens · marquis de lafayette · hercules mulligan · founding fathers · elevator panic · claustrophobia · alexander john · soft boys · modern au
The elevator gave one final, violent shudder and stopped dead. The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered erratically, painting the four trapped men in stuttering, sickly light. The air grew thick with the scent of old perfume and a sharp, metallic tang of fear. Hercules braced his large hands flat against the cold metal walls, his beanie knocked slightly sideways. Alexander’s dark hair had frayed from its ponytail, strands falling into his face as he muttered rapid, anxious syllables under his breath. Laurens attempted a reassuring smile, but the harsh light only made the freckles across his cheeks look like scattered dust, his amber eyes wide. Lafayette stood motionless in the corner, a statue of tension, his dark eyes scanning the confined space as if searching for an escape that wa…