Sleep, flower or touch? :)
from the anastasia au i yelled to @taxicabsandcupcakes about almost like a year ago now
“Suppose I did believe you, Mr. Blythe. Are you really suggesting that I might be this long-lost heiress?”
“Weeeell,” says Gilbert Blythe slowly, stretching the well out along with his torso as he leans over to rest and elbow on the chipped wooden railing Anne is standing beside. They’re cloistered away inside an old, abandoned laundry, because Anne has run out of money for ferry rides and Anne thought that listening to the wizened old lady by the pier was a good idea, and now her last hope in following the elusive threads of her unknown past is Gil -- this insufferable boy. “You did say you couldn’t remember your last name, Anne.”
“With an E,” says Anne, on instinct.
“I assure you,” says Gilbert Blythe, “I had added the E.” And then he winks at her.
“It’s terribly bad manners to wink at a strange girl,” she tells him, with as much cold decisiveness as she can muster. It is not much, as she is more flustered than she’d like to admit -- but it is also quite a lot, all things considered. “You can’t really believe that I’m Anne Cuthbert.”
“Oh, but think about it!” says Bash.
“I’m more certain every second.”
“She’s even got the nose --”
“Anne Cuthbert was known for her shapely nose,” says Gilbert seriously, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow at her. Anne feels herself touch her very-shapely nose self-consciously.
send me a word and I’ll post a segment from a WIP that contains that word!
