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jackthelassBefore Ann Walker, before coal pits, before politics, Anne Lister spent about half her (chaotic, busy, vibrant) days outside of England. She first came to Paris and learned the language of aristocratic women who would not marry or who were married merely for show. After those heady years in her twenties, she felt more peace to enjoy life. Or, well, peace - there hasn't been a day in her life spent *peacefully*. But at least she could spend days on end not following the next lovely woman willing to take her on, and nights unmarred by doubt over her own unusual character.
Unbeknownst to her, she left a trail of broken hearts during her travels through Europe, between mountain peaks and glamorous cities. With age came confidence, and confidence looks good on Anne Lister. Just like her clothing looks good on her tonight: in Vienna, the fashion is always *big*, whatever it is, and Anne stands out in her sober attire. She's wearing a slim black suit with a long skirt, a little broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips. Viennese tailors give generous nods to all things military, and her jacket is adorned with gold floss and big brass buttons. The party is informal enough that she's wearing her top hat instead of ribbons and feathers in her hair, and her boots are sturdy enough that dancing is an easy feat.
Enjoying life also means enjoying women. While talking to the local aristocracy about the quality of the water just outside of Vienna and its purported healing abilities, she catches the eye of a lovely young thing. She catches her eye later, while knocking back a quick glass of wine, and then turns back around to find her when she sees her slipping out into the fresh air.
Unbeknownst to her, she left a trail of broken hearts during her travels through Europe, between mountain peaks and glamorous cities. With age came confidence, and confidence looks good on Anne Lister. Just like her clothing looks good on her tonight: in Vienna, the fashion is always *big*, whatever it is, and Anne stands out in her sober attire. She's wearing a slim black suit with a long skirt, a little broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips. Viennese tailors give generous nods to all things military, and her jacket is adorned with gold floss and big brass buttons. The party is informal enough that she's wearing her top hat instead of ribbons and feathers in her hair, and her boots are sturdy enough that dancing is an easy feat.
Enjoying life also means enjoying women. While talking to the local aristocracy about the quality of the water just outside of Vienna and its purported healing abilities, she catches the eye of a lovely young thing. She catches her eye later, while knocking back a quick glass of wine, and then turns back around to find her when she sees her slipping out into the fresh air.
