james/miranda for the happy headcanons! i never tire of you talking about them

sidewaystime:

This got long and I derailed myself twice (once with whatever is happening at the end and once with the dancing thing. idek.) It’s mostly happy? maybe?

• As soon as James makes peace with the idea that Miranda knows how far she can push things when conducting an affair and is willing to escort her places while Thomas is doing Thomas things, she drags him to what feels like every concert and musicale within a carriage ride of London. James has never really been one for music as it mostly just sounds like chaotic noise, but it’s obvious that Miranda loves it, that she is transported by it in the way that he is transported by books. He watches her lean forward in her chair, eyes closed and hands clasped tightly in her lap, a compass needle pointing north, and he is consumed by a rush of affection so strong that he takes her hand in his without thinking about it. Fuck the gossips anyway. 
• Their attempt at the opera is less than successful – “the baritone is atrocious,” says Miranda for the fifth or sixth time, taking it as a new insult every time she says it – and so James undertakes to distract her and they end up making excellent use of the Hamiltons’ private box.

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