#annelistre

[livingecho-arch]

@annelistre​    .    ( hi i hope this is okay i’ve just been vibrating at the idea of these two meeting ) 

they never heard the word ❛ jack ❜ before . he could only assume it was some sort of insult when paired with the tone those men gave it ; claiming he looked like that fucking jack from halifax & that he had given them some sort of fright then they thought HE WAS HER . of course , ever the one for knowledge ⸺ vissarion pressed for more information on this woman . he twisted their arms for a name . a location . who was this person that they were made nervous by ? speaking behind her back in crude tongue . who taught them manners ? regardless he left them to find this anne lister . 

based with nothing but possible appearance & a name vis asks about for her . he learned she was a smart woman : often seen voicing her thoughts with proper information that supported her point . passionate & very charismatic ! the word odd comes once or twice but vis is quick to brush it away . those who are BLESSED BY WISDOM are often seen as strange & unusual . it was simply jealousy that she was better than them ; men & their fragile egos . to hear more about anne only grows the excitement in his heart ! soon enough he is pointed towards shibden hall where this miss lister resides ( or not . he was informed she is often moving about . like a bee ⸺ buzzing about , flower to flower & never standing still for very long ) & he was off ! he made note of the coach nearby : ah , perhaps she is here ! giddy to find someone with any sort of similarities of his own he picked up speed .

. . . but there was a tiny idea in the back of his mind . an idea that brought him a touch of hope & longing  : ❛ was she different like me ? did she feel alone in this odd world where we don’t quite fit in . . ? did she not align with the limitations of her sex either ? did she love regardless of sex ? ❜  the walk to her door felt so long as the questions built up in his mind . so long he wanted to meet someone like him . . . perhaps he was overly excited but let him this moment of faith that finally GOD HAS GIVEN HIM A POSSIBLE FRIEND WHO FELT LIKE HIM . 

vis brushed his coat ( ⸺ one so long that it could be mistaken as a mourning dress ) of any dirt & wrinkles . one must make a good first impression ! 

❝ miss lister ? ❞ he spoke softly , hands clasped so politely in front of him . ❝ i do apologize for showing up as a stranger to your home but , well , when something ⸻ or rather , SOMEONE interests me i simply cannot wait for happenstance to introduce me . i am vissarion von hellbert . ❞ vis gave a deep bow , a sign of respect from his kingdom . 

[dxctxrii]

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ” || 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

❝ Yes - some more so than others. ❞

THE EXPRESSION HE GAVE THE YOUNG WOMAN WAS ONE THAT WAS EVENTUALLY ACCOMPANIED WITH A KNOWING SMIRK. After a moment’s pause, he stepped forward, taking @annelistre​​‘s hand in both his own and offering it an enthusiastic shake.

❝ It’s jolly marvellous to see you again, my dear. I do hope you’ve been keeping well. ❞

[velvetippedarch]

ask sent by,     @annelistre​      /      ''your company is more than enough.'' ( jffjhgfjfgfgh may i humbly request ... whichever one of your muses would be the most chaotic for anne to try and date )

oh, she’s ever so charming  -  and if i were a fool,  then perhaps i’d fall for those charms rather easily.  but i am not, as i say,  a fool.  rather the opposite.   i like to think that i am quite immune to charm,  no matter how much they may flatter me.  “ do forgive me, miss lister  - but i find it hard to believe that you come to me for merely my company. “  i met miss lister at a social event ;  she’s a friend of a friend of a friend  -  a stranger, one might say  -  but an interesting stranger at that.  she holds herself in a peculiar manner but one that i might be inclined to believe was rather endearing.  and i’ve heard things,  little rumours and whispers that miss lister likes to woo the fairer sex.  how lively,  i think,  that the two of us share quite a scandalous perk.  

             “ i have a lot to offer,  my dear.  most people come to me for a reason  -  usually to request a loan or try to shmooze me to get an invite to one of my parties.  “  because an exclusive invitation to a party thrown by  lady caroline dubuis  was indeed a show of high stature.  “ do forgive me for being a little suspicious that you came to visit merely to chat with me and drink tea and eat cake. “  which, by the way, is very good cake.  “ so do be honest with me because my time is valuable and to have it wasted is rather bothersome. so, i’ll ask again  what can i do for you, miss lister? “

[sweetbitterbitten]

with their sprawling plots so advantageously adjoined, it was not unheard of, come the summer months, for mistress mary of mistlethwaite manor to extend an invitation to the landowner miss lister to come and work some of the rougher terrain in exchange for several liters of ale - kept chilled by the wayside, whereupon the mistress herself sat amongst a spread blanket, nursing her own iced glass; a mint and sugared ginger concoction. the sun is barbaric, bastard that it is and beams down unrelentingly, until she calls out, quite fair but firm. “leave off, lister! have done and ease yourself a breath or two before attacking that stubborn stump once more. much as i like shouting at you from halfway up a hill, i’d much rather you by my side. as there is only so much honey and lemon can do for a sore throat.” in her words a grin, shown outwardly in teeth and lips. and to think...this woman had once been an orphan girl, with no knowledge of the mechanics of smiling. she pats the span of cloth upon the long green and awaits the nearness of her neighbor. @annelistre​

[waterfrd]

@annelistre​​ said: “ what do you need? ”

❛ I need to see her again, my sweet Nichole. She was my miracle and I let her go because I wanted a better life for her. But my heart aches for her, a mother's love knows no bounds. ❜

[trickstercaptain]

       “ As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? ” Jack raised one shoulder in a small half shrug. “ It liberates you from convention. ”

meme  /  @annelistre​ send ✐ for a random sentence starter

[velvetippedarch]

5, 6!

5 ) do you listen to music while your write?

sometimes but it really depends on what mood i'm in. i used to be able to really zone out with my earphones in and bash out reply after reply but in my old age, i find it so easy to get distracted! i feel inspired by classical music sometimes ; usually music without lyrics makes it easier for me to write because i'm not focusing too much on the song, if that makes sense.

6 ) do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

again, it really is mood dependent! once upon a time i used to be able to do my drafts all in one go without it feeling like a chore but recently i stare at them for days on end and then do the 'i'll do it tomorrow' thing which, lil secret, never happens tomorrow. when it comes to long replies, i really just start and end up getting into the flow of it - even if it seemed like it might be difficult at first. i also think i write better in the evening when it's darker and i can dim the lights and get in the 'zone.'

meme , roleplaying questions for bex !

as sent by, @annelistre

[ofcrownest]

Gives the wife a kissy

     "You're in quite the grand mood today," Ann takes notice, after her soft giggle disappears between her wife's lips. The kiss caught her by surprise, leaving her momentarily giddy with happiness. In truth, all of Anne's kisses take her by surprise - no matter how many she manages to steal in a day - as they still fill her with childlike wonder over how much love her heart can hold for a single person. Where before she felt somewhat unfavored by god, cared for in material matters but destined to be alone with her melancholia, she now feels more fulfilled than she ever thought possible. A life shared truly is a life lived.

Sometimes it scares her to think this happiness won't last, that she is closing her eyes to reality too much and missing out on the obstacles piling up in front of them. But, oh, it's so easy to forget everything and everyone else in this world when she feels those lips against her own.      “One more--" Ann whispers, holding Anne back by her sleeve before she can turn away. "For good luck?"