Are You Anne's Type? (easy Mode)

are you anne's type? (easy mode)

"You are indebted to no one, my lord. Least of all to me. I only wished to do the right thing." She offered with a sheepish smile. She knew who he was. Anyone in Mayfair worth their wits knew who he was. And while Anne may not have frequented all the events nor did she partake in the fervent gossip that circulated the ton, she knew what she needed to know to survive London's high society. She knew the names of most of the Lords and Viscounts, Barons and Dukes in town, and used the knowledge as a shield. Knowing the enemy was the key to winning she'd been told. Though, Anne wasn't entirely sure she'd consider Lord Bridgerton to be the enemy. His eyes were far too sad for him to be the enemy.

"Anne Wynter." Her cheeks blushed a like pink at his bow, gently taking his hand and offering a bow in return. She didn't deserve such an introduction and it made her feel like a fraud. She was a fraud, she reminded herself, but that didn't mean she wanted to feel like one. "Though, not a heroine, I'm afraid. More of a background character in my own story."

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He hadn’t meant for his alarm to come across as fury when he’d snatched the watch from her hands. Really he hadn’t, but it wasn’t just any old pocket watch he’d so carelessly lost, it was an heirloom, a precious keepsake that felt like the last remaining tether between himself and his prematurely departed father. 

Perhaps he’d miscalculated and dropped it when attempting to slip it back into his pocket while in mid-conversation. He tended to do so a lot, for checking the time was a bit of an apprehensive tick of his. It wasn’t that he was anxious to know the hour or that he had somewhere to be, it simply always felt as though he were running out of time itself. The more discontent he was, the more often he’d glance at it. 

Examining the memento intently to ensure it had no scratches or dents, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief as he used his sleeve to clear the lens of any smudges before gripping the watch just a little tighter. Sated, he glanced up at the woman with mounting embarrassment, his undignified behavior not at all appropriate for the likes of a complete stranger. 

“It appears I’m indebted to you, Miss…” he paused, realizing he hadn’t so much as asked her name upon the sight of his most valuable possession, one he’d never thought he’d see again.

“Apologies. We’ve not been formally introduced. I’m V.iscount Anthony B.ridgerton.” 

Here, he gave a polite and hurried little bow before extending his hand to receive hers in the polite exchange of pleasantries, “And might I have the pleasure of knowing the name of my heroine?”

are you anne's type?

are you anne's type? (easy mode)

AWYNTER ; independent roleplay blog for annelise shawcross also known as anne wynter from julia quinn's a night like this. set in the bridgerton universe. book-based with inspiration from the show. medium-to-slow activity & semi-selective. penned by elfie.

“I’ll have to let Frances that. She’s always trying to indoctrinate another believer.” Anne smirked. One day Frances would lose her whimsy and she'd become just another cog in the machine of high society. A day would come when ghosts and unicorns were a thing of the past, but until that day, Anne was determined to appreciate every second of it.

“In truth, I’m not entirely why Lady Pleinsworth was so adamant on me joining the festivities. Normally, it’s to watch the girls, but they didn’t attend tonight. I can’t imagine why she’d want her governess to be here.” Unless she was planning something, but Anne didn’t want to speculate anything. The last time Charlotte Pleinsworth had invited her to a high profile event, Anne was forced to perform on stage with the Smythe-Smith girls. While it hadn't been as horrible as it certainly could have been, Anne wasn't eager to repeat such a thing.

“Beautifully said.” She smiled, looking at the other with a subtle sense of pride. In a world filled with superficial people, it was nice to find a rare person amidst the crowds. “I have a feeling we are going to get along quite well, Lady Thinya.”

At the offer of lemonade, Anne offered a small bow, a subtle gesture of gratitude. If she were expected to spend the night at the ball, she didn't mind spending it with someone like Thinya. Especially if it meant avoiding the lingering gazes of the members of the ton. And especially when it meant being able to evade dance requests with ease.

“Are you close with the Bridgertons?” She asked, noticing her gaze. Perhaps she was guessing wrong, but Anne knew what it was like to admire from afar. She'd given George much the same look, though she was sure Thinya's was far more sincere. Looking to her companion with a smile, they walked side by side.

“I, personally, haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any of them yet, but I’ve seen them around. Mister Colin, I believe, attended the Smythe-Smith musicale last year when I was made to perform. He always seems rather taken with the ladies.” The sprinkle of gossip felt refreshing and a genuine smile of delight crossed her features. "Though, I suppose most men of the ton tend to be, don't they?"

Thinya smiled as she heard the story of one of her students convinced that houses are haunted. She liked that theory, even believed it if someone asked her about it. "I don't find this a crazy thought. I believe that most houses have witnessed enough souls, families throughout centuries. I am quite sure that not all souls left their homes. I believe that some were extremely attached to their homes and decided to stay, haunt it. Some of them are genuinely harmless, some can potentially be evil." She paused, realising that she was now talking about her own beliefs, her own convictions in a public event. "Pardon me, I tend to be fascinated by the matter." She smiled shyly.

As she heard Anne's words, the woman offered her a warm smile. She was an employee of the household and she vowed respect to her. Thinya was aware that she grew up in a privileged environment: never missing money, always being served, always having her clean sheets, washed clothes, perfect hair. This didn't mean that she felt superior to anyone. She respected all the maids in her house, even befriended them.

"I find it lovely that your employer encouraged you to participate." Thinya stated before adding: "I shall thank her for that, because you definitely enlightened my evening and it's truly lovely to talk with you." She paused before then sighing. "I know what you mean. I am a lady of the ton, but I do not have the strength, nor the energy to fight and throw myself at bachelors." She paused, looking at the Bridgerton family. "At least this wouldn't be me." She chuckled.

Anne's words made Thinya chuckle. "Oh well, I believe that flowers perk with any presence surrounding them. Ghosts may not be able to smell the scent of it, they though can admire the vibrant colour of it. I believe that even though this is an odd pairing, both somehow need each other." She looked at Anne and smiled kindly. She nodded as Anne declined the glass of champagne. "It's okay, I can pick us up a fresh lemonade if you prefer." Her green hues looked one last time at the Bridgerton boys before then adding: "Let's go. I can't see those ladies desperately throwing themselves at my friends."