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open to: m/f/nb ! plot: anne is a governess & on her day off she's in town doing errands. that's it :-) note: feel free to assume preestablished relations!

It was her day off and, although Anne wanted nothing more but to crawl into bed and rest the hours away, she had errands that needed to be run before she could commit herself to an evening of leisure. She had managed to finish most of her shopping in the early morning hours, before the streets got too clustered with people, but she still had a few more shops to stop in before she was free to return home. But before she could set her sights on the book shop, her stomach began to rumble. Anne sighed, resting her hand over her stomach, trying to coo the rumbling away like a noisy child, but it was no use. If she were to finish her errands thoroughly, she’d need the fuel to keep going—especially since she’d be walking back to the Pleinsworth estate when she was through. Turning into the nearest tavern, Anne hoped to grab something quick and head back out into the morning air, but as soon as she began to open the door, she collided with another and nearly toppled to the ground.

open to: m / f / nb ! plot: y/m attended the annual musicale known for showcasing the abysmal talents (affectionate) of the smythe-smith girls. one of the girls feigned an illness at the last minute and anne, a governess, took her place instead.

As soon as the song came to a close, Anne hurried off stage. She didn't want to be in the spotlight any longer tan necessary, especially when she wasn't even part of the family. Now, she allowed herself to blend into the background as the audience (or what was left of them) mingled and meandered with one another.

Anne watched as Honoria chatted with one of the Bridgerton boys, taking careful note of Lord Chatteris eyeing her from a short distance. She knew what jealousy was when she saw it, and nothing good could come from such a passionate glare. Nervously, she cradled a small glass of champagne in her hand, more to give her hands something to do rather than something to drink. She didn’t belong here, not really. She was a mere governess, a servant. Even though she had shared the stage with one of the most famous--or, rather, musically infamous-- families in Mayfair, she knew she stuck out like a sore thumb.

She felt awkward, and was becoming increasingly aware of her own breaths. She shifted her weight back and forth on each foot, hoping the gentle swaying would be enough to ease her anxiety. It would be fine, she just had to shake off the post-performance nerves. After a few moments of lingering, she turned to leave, but before she could make any sort of move forward, she was met with a strong force as she collided with another body, the remnants of champagne spilling between the both of them.

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.

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨.

– an indie au MORGANA LE FAY of bbc's merlin & arthurian legends. by belle. 21+