Anastasia Marie Treadwell (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} literaryfluke) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2017-07-11 19:58:00 |
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When: Backdated to July 7, 8 pm
Where: Hotel lobby where Ana's mom is staying
What: Crazy shit hitting fan
Warnings: tbd
This whole situation with William claiming to be none other than William Shakespeare and also Ana's birth father was completely and utterly stressful. Ana had lived her whole life with a father who had loved and supported her. She had zero interest in a man who claimed to be someone who her mother had claimed to have been crazy. However, here they were about to have a very interesting conversation to say the least. Ana wasn't too keen on figuring any of it out if she was being completely honest with herself. The idea of packing up and moving back to her old job and town were very appealing right about now. But that wouldn't fix anything.
She and her mother had taken a seat at the most secluded table they could find, well enough out of earshot in case there was any shouting or drama. Her mother looked more nervous about this than Ana did, who was more or less just eager to get it done and over with.
When Aurelia caught of glimpse of William when he first came close enough to the table she set her drink down and just stared. "Oh my god, Ana," she whispered. She looked like she had seen a ghost.