#anna x andre

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@retrograderesemblance​

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waaay here for Anna/Andre and Alexis/Finn over Anna/Finn

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Would anyone be interested in reading an Annadre fic where Anna realizes she's fallen for Andre and Emma is 1000% down.

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Lonely Hearts

@templetonpeckcangetit​ continued from X

Emptied hands beheld little more than the stiff fabric of her cloak these days. The and this war were far more keen on taking rather than giving, as she’s learned the hard way.

The word brings her no joy to speak, and even less to hear it parroted upon another, far more eloquent tongue. “With all your companionship, your parties, and work?” The brunette’s confusion was ill-masked across her features and even more so in her words.  

John Andre was the last man she’d ever associate with the term given his preoccupations. He’s no where near as secluded as most in this war, she thinks. She’s been to a few of his parties. With his honeyed words and silver tongue, he could charm more than half of York City into his arms and his bed.

A pinch of alarm infiltrates her maple orbs at his first inquiry. While he knew she was spying for him, what he didn’t know, was that she was also spying against him. Anna’s about to answer, when he offers a second option. There’s a stab of guilt that colors even the depths of her cheeks Sherri red. Lips fall indelicately ajar. No sound sweeps from the perch of her tongue, not because she didn’t want it to, she did. It was for lack of adequate linguistics that none came forth immediately.

Countering with a shift in her stance, she decides to give voice to the thought running through her mind. “What do you know of my marriage?” Anna prods, the sound harboring little space between the realms of safety and danger. Agony spiderwebs like an unseen crack beneath the surface of her skin. Then she chokes. “Or what happened to Selah?” Grief still squirrels itself way in every exposed corner of her fleshy heart. The sobriety, the soberness is almost more than she can take. “He died on your JERSEY around epiphany.” Arms cradle around her trembling frame as if to help hold herself upright. It’s funny how the passage of time did little to lessen the sting.

Duller eyes fix upon him after taking a moment to blink back tears. “I’m sorry. The wound is still—” Raw, gapping wide open. It’s still razor sharp with the sting of a trillion bees. Those embroiled emotions are no less a disaster than the day they started plaguing her indomitable spirit. Where the hells the silver lining?

She drifts about the Livingroom with no real sense of purpose. Her back comes to face him. Finding one of Franklin’s bizarre glass inventions, she runs her fingers along it’s edge. “It is— difficult to have nowhere to turn.” Selah had been her port of safety. Their manor, her home and refuge has been snatched out from under her thanks to Magistrate Woodhull’s attainder. Now, robbed of both husband and home, Anna finds herself adrift - emotionally, physically, spiritually. She hoped he could not spot the twinkle of unbidden tears down her cheeks. With Abraham treating her with unbridled hostilities, Ben dismissing her work, and Caleb not rising to her summons what was she supposed to feel? Something other than completely and totally secluded?

“To be a part of this work is….” She whispers, half crushed by the weight of the confession, “to loose everything and gain nothing.”

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“Just pat me on the shoulder and say ‘Poor baby’.”

*ACTUALLY FUCKING PATS ANNA* “Poor baby.”

WHY ISN’T ANNADRE CANON YET???

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*breaks down your door and judo chops you in the throat* ANNA AND ANDRE ARE GOING TO FALL IN LOVE. THEY INVENTED THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE. THEY'RE GOING TO BOND OVER DANCING. ANNADRE IS 9/10 BETTER THAN YOUR OTP.