#also anthony would/will be when he elopes with johanna

[whatevertheywant]

On a scale of 1-10,how much do u love your partner?

Me:

[honorhearted]

ycllowhaired​:

            anthony  seems  to  be  more  impressed  than  she  was.  it  reminds  her  of  the  time  when  she  was  recently  introduced  to  mr.  tallmadge’s  father  and  he  let  her  know  that  he  does  not  hold  any  distain  for  her  country,  despite  wars  in  the  past.  it  only  confused  her.  but  it  was  better  to  be  confused  by  reverend  tallmadge  and  have  him  right  in  front  of  her,  then  have  no  idea  as  to  his  whereabouts.  anthony  makes  a  comment,  congratulating  him  for  his  service.  they  are  from  two  different  countries.  is  it  strange  to  thank  someone  for  their  service  if  it  isn’t  for  your  homeland?  she  doesn’t  know.  anthony  doesn’t  seem  to  either.  

            ❝  mr.  tallmadge  has  also  attended  university,  ❞  johanna  says,  as  innocently  as  possible,  but  there  is  still  a  pointed  edge  to  her  tone.  ❝  perhaps,  that  will  come  in  handy.  you  should  ask  him  about  it.  he  does  adore  to  talk  about  his  beloved  yale.  ❞  when  anthony  looks  back  up  to  seemingly  actually  congratulate  him,  she  blurts  out,  ❝  we  should  go  now.  as  soon  as  possible.  right?  ❞

            there  are  things  she  needs  to  pack  and  she’d  nearly  forgotten  about  it  until  she  catches  a  glimpse  of  her  case  in  the  corner  of  the  room.  packed  and  ready  for  her  whenever  they  wanted  to  elope.  johanna  nearly  drags  anthony  with  her  to  pick  it  up.  he  insists  on  carrying  it  for  her,  which  she  gave  him  a  little  smile  for  and  throws  another  look  over  her  shoulder  at  mr.  tallmadge.  she  told  him  she  was  right.  

            readjusting  her  hold  on  her  lover,  johanna  nods  towards  mr.  tallmadge.  ❝  lead  the  way  then.  the  headmistress  doesn’t  care  and  i  don’t  intend  on  returning.  ❞  hopefully,  she  will  soon  be  a  married  woman.  looking  up  at  anthony,  she  smiles  again.  ❝  i  suppose  you  haven’t  seen  much  of  this  place  aside  from  this  room.  ❞  with  her  free  hand,  she  opens  the  door,  ready  for  mr.  tallmadge  to  lead  them  to  his  coach.  

All at once, Johanna’s sharp edge returned and Ben regarded her with a hint of annoyance. What was with her and her damnable fixation on his time at Yale? Why was she intent on squabbling when his father’s life could be in danger?

Opening his mouth to finally condemn her behavior -- enough was enough -- grace came in the form of Johanna’s own mouth once she posed her query. Momentarily thrown, he lowered his guard again and nodded. “Preferably as soon as possible, yes,” he agreed. “We have many days of travel ahead of us, so I’m certain we’ll have plenty of time to become better acquainted.”

Anthony was truly suitable -- a decent man, from what he could gather -- but it was Johanna whom he dreaded being saddled with for that duration. The last time they’d been stuck together onboard a voyage, she’d needled and goaded until he’d screamed at her about Sarah; until he’d confessed his ugliest truths and then retreated into the shadows of his heart. He could not, would not do that again.

Folding his arms, Ben sourly waited for Johanna to fetch her things. Thankfully, Anthony stepped in to assist, and ignoring her smug expression, Ben headed out into the hall and assured them, “I’m afraid there’s not much to this place beyond your room, so I wouldn’t imagine getting too attached.”

As the three of them trudged down the steps, he saw the headmistress’ questioning expression at the third party -- clearly, she had never seen Anthony before -- and even as she started to ask questions, Ben carelessly threw another five shillings at her, but this time in such a rough, careless manner that the coins went skittering. The woman (naturally) dove for them amidst her greed, much like a dog hunting for scraps, and Ben’s expression grew more severe as he led his companions out into the foggy night.

“First and foremost, Johanna, I will need to know any and all of Turpin’s friends,” he told her. “I highly doubt that snake did this of his own hand, so I intend to interrogate as many of his acquaintances as impossible.” 

The unspoken word of duress lingered in his statement, and as the conductor of the coach opened the door and took Johanna’s bag from Anthony, Ben warily glanced over their shoulders to make certain they were, indeed alone, and then encouraged everyone to climb inside.

[cagesings]

For the 'send a hc' meme:

1.) for their modern verse when they get to the US I'm fairly certain Johanna is the first to kind of call out that New York Sucks(TM) noted, the west side is no longer there so the area of NYC that Riff lives in is probably on the lower east side in one of the last areas that is very much public housing. also the nature of gangs is different so I'm fairly certain Riff is a drug dealer in this verse. That being said i think they make a plan to not stay in new york just in case the judge's arm is very long and both agree to go back to the state that Anthony is from because lbr Anthony would have only said good things about it. Anthony's family was stationed in new york for a very long time i feel, since it had to be enough time for riff to be very good friends with him since he replaces Tony in our verses.

2.) in their Victorian verse i still think they eat most meals with the rest of the farm even after getting their own house until Johanna can cook better and baby number 2 comes along. They got pressured into a house warming dinner party before they even had a stove or dining room table, but it ended up being a lot of fun.

i have sinday thoughts too since that trauma is a lot for them to process and grow together through, but atm i don't have any deep hcs, just fluffy and positional ones. not sure how appropriate that is to send through the inbox XD sorry!

ugly mobile post because this can’t wait. 1. oh, absolutely. i think that this is when johanna realizes that she just doesn’t like living in big cities either. there’s too many people and she doesn’t feel safe. she’s going to move them to a little middle-of-nowhere town where it’s big enough for them not to know everyone because she’s still paranoid but small enough to not get overwhelmed. since communication is a lot easier, she stays in touch with anthony’s family ( she didn’t get to meet all of them but they’re what’s left of him ). johanna had started schooling by the time turpin found out about anthony and their plans to elope so she wants to finish her schooling and get a job. once she finds out what riff does for a living, she wants him to stop because what if he gets arrested? also she just doesn’t like it. once turpin is dead, she inherits his money so while they can get by on what she makes and that money for awhile, she will help him find a new job. 

i image that anthony was born in an east coast state (i’m thinking massachusetts? lowkey going off of vibes but), lived here until he was five or six which for him is enough time to fall in love with a place - even if he was just a kid, his family moved to new york on his dad’s new assignment and grew up there alongside riff until they moved to london. 

2. it’s probably going to take awhile for johanna to become better at cooking because no matter what, she isn’t going to be good at it. a lot of trial and error. she still burns a lot of it. she still undercooks things. it’s probably good that they keep eating at the house for that reason and while she doesn’t like eating in front of a lot of people, they distract her enough to get her through it. she’ll be upset about the surprise housewarming party at first because shouldn’t they be giving them a housewarming party? they’re the ones trying to move into a house with a three year old and they expect them to throw the party in the midst of all the chaos? but johanna likes that she gets to do something that she’s never been able to do before. also if baby number two is a girl, she is going to insist her name is sophie because if he has a family name they can use, why not use it? it helps that it’s pretty. 

[cagesings]

@demurc​​  sent:  [  BACK  ]:      sender,  noticing  a  strand  of  hair  fall  from  the  receiver’s  hairdo,  carefully  tucks  the  strand  back  behind  the  receiver’s  ear.

            she  hasn’t  look  at  herself  in  a  mirror.  when  she  passed  a  window  earlier,  johanna  caught  a  glimpse  of  her  reflection.  the  most  she  has  allowed  herself  to  look  at  her  own  face.  after  the  asylum,  her  imagination  has  been  left  to  wonder  about  how  she’s  looked.  that  is  enough.  even  her  own  wedding  isn’t  enough  of  an  excuse  to  look  in  a  mirror.  not  that  it’s  really  a  wedding.  this  plan  has  become  something  between  an  actual  wedding  &  an  elopement.  she  &  anthony  were  meant  to  get  married  weeks  ago.  but  with  everything,  it  didn’t  happen.  

            anthony  has  been  good  to  them  both.  just  as  johanna  promise  valerie  he  would.  he  lives  off  a  sailor’s  salary  yet  he  paid  for  two  room  as  to  not  soil  her  reputation  (  not  that  johanna  has  anything  of  a  reputation  now,  he  is  simply  too  good  for  her  ).  she  &  valerie  share  one  room.  anthony  is  in  the  room  right  beside  theirs.  perhaps,  johanna  is  in  his  room  more  often  than  a  lady  of  her  status  should  have  been.  not  that  their  neighbors  talked.  there  was  nothing  to  discuss  except  for  the  strangeness  of  their  situation.  

            but  now  they’re  finally  getting  married.  just  as  johanna  told  valerie  in  the  asylum.  just  as  she  dreamed  about  for  nearly  a  year.  valerie  is  here  to  see  it.  her  first  &  only  friend  (  could  anthony  count  if  he’s  also  the  man  she’s  marrying?  ).  

            ❝  oh,  ❞  she  whispers  as  valerie  tucks  the  strand  of  fallen  hair  back  into  place.  johanna  never  would  have  noticed.  through  the  thick  stress  that  sits  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  to  buzzing  thoughts,  checking  her  hairstyle  hadn’t  occurred  to  her.  johanna  offers  a  smile  as  a  thank  you,  the  words  too  heavy  in  her  throat.  ❝  you’re  certain  you’re  alright  with  being  the  witness?  ❞  not  that  being  a  witness  has  any  real  burden  to  do  with  it,  but  she’s  already  worried  as  it  is.