Genesis of AnnaNor

Genesis of AnnaNor

The dusk sky --- a formerly azure welkin --- was darkling and becoming ever greyer before Eleanor’s equanimous emerald eyes. Time: 6:30; her mood: beyond boredom. Ignoring her usual lesbian preferences she had chosen a ‘normal’ bar for she was now refraining from frivolous socializing since her mission (which she had been pursuing assiduously for years) of acquiring an original Jigsaw relic was languishing in fresh failure.

Eleanor was deep in profound remembrances whilst unconsciously sipping her narrow glass of vodka when she saw a new woman arrive; Eleanor froze; unknowingly observing her in vivacious awe. The woman Eleanor found herself ogling was inarguably gorgeous and had a commanding --- nay, a regal --- air. Queenly and graceful, she wore a deep vermillion blouse under a handsome --- nearly abyssally black --- peacoat. Her shimmering raven hair was done up in a damely bun. Her eyes --- which Eleanor was carelessly locking her own upon now --- where like seraphic sapphires; icy cerulean orbs seemingly beckoning Eleanor by some arcane numinousness. Her ambrosial allure was engulfing Eleanor; she could feel a warm commodious effervescence rising ravenous in her bosom whilst her usually porcelain face was quickly becoming crimson: Eleanor was in love.

Then Eleanor made a horrendously embarrassing error. The kind of clumsy crush-drunk dorkiness she should have been beyond years ago: she was so busy amorously gazing upon her and drinking in her every manner, she was unknowingly spilling her own drink upon herself. Eleanor was fumblingly pushing away her drink glass --- livid she was already embarrassing herself near her newfound crush --- when suddenly she was before her smiling and holding some helpful cleaning paper.

“May I help you?” she kindly inquired.

“Ummm…sure!” Eleanor nearly yelled.

Once Eleanor was (in only one sense) dry she said --- her face residually red --- “Thank you; I’m…I’m Eleanor.” The woman was knowingly smirking as she said “My name is Anna.” “Tell me --- Eleanor --- why is a woman of exemplary resplendence such as yourself looking so down?” Eleanor’s face was crimson again. “I have been searching for Jigsaw relics and I…” Silencing herself, Eleanor was only now realizing how weird normies may find her hobby; Anna --- however --- was now eyeing her hungrily (amorously?) eager for her every word. “Go on!” Anna said encouragingly “I know how you feel, Eleanor; I share your passion for John Kramer’s oeuvre; you are in good company.” Anna was playfully fiddling Eleanor’s auburn hair as she spoke making Eleanor blush an even more luminous carmine.

Eleanor would explain how her mission of acquiring Jigsaw relics was making no considerable progress. Upon finishing, Anna gave a simple reply of “I see…” before pausing and proclaiming: “You have such lovely arms, Eleanor.” As she spoke Anna was caressing Eleanor’s arm lovingly. Eleanor was simply speechless. “’Tis a shame such lovely arms lack adornment.” “Would you consider having some ink work done on your lovely arms?”

“Um…I…” Eleanor’s mind was in chaos.

Anna was leaning in now: “Look, Eleanor, my place has a whole cornucopia of relics I made myself; all of incomparable accuracy…” Anna was now whispering seductively in Eleanor’s ear “How about we play a game…” Eleanor’s arousal was reaching an apex now. “You get some nice ink on your gorgeous slender arms and I’ll show you around my place and show off all my homemade Jigsaw Traps.” “Do you agree, my adorable Eleanor?”

Eleanor was so love-drunk she could only give acquiescence by nodding. Taking her hand, Anna lead Eleanor (whose expression was of pure ebullience now) away whilst saying “Come on; I know a very good place we can go.” Before disembarking Anna had one final inquiry: “I have one final query for you, Eleanor…” “Yes, Anna?” Eleanor could hardly conceal her jubilance. “Do you like women, Eleanor?” Eleanor’s usual sexual confidence: gone. “Um…um…I like you!” Eleanor said impulsively. Anna was smirking again: “I like you, Eleanor; you’re an adorkable mess and I love you for it.” Eleanor was smiling now; locking her glimmering jade eyes upon her harmonious love.

Upon fulfilling Anna’s wishes, she made good on her promise of showing Eleanor her homemade Jigsaw Traps. Upon arrival Eleanor could feel Anna place her arm around her; squeezing her close; blushing, Eleanor gave Anna a playful cuddle; Anna happily giggled. Verily, Anna did indeed possess a cornucopia of remade relics of remarkable accuracy; Eleanor was smiling effusively like a child in Disneyland: “Wow!” “These are amazing, Anna!” she gave her a loving look before examining a remake of The Reverse Bear Trap; admiring its ferruginous gearpunk assemblages. Anna’s abode was very classily designed. The room --- like its owner --- was an exemplary display of elegance and decorousness. Many remade Jigsaw Traps were on display for Eleanor’s pleasure; upon a wall hung a large frame of John Kramer himself.


When Eleanor had seen every exquisite relic she found herself hugging Anna joyously: “You are amazing; your work is sublime beyond compare; much like yourself I may add.” Eleanor’s erstwhile confidence was experiencing a remarkable resurgence now. Anna simply gave Eleanor’s face a loving caress before preparing a record player: “Care for a dance?” Anna asked. “Of course!” said a beaming Eleanor. Roy Orberson’s ‘Running Scarred’ began playing as Anna held Eleanor’s hands; pulling her close. They began dancing aristocratically. When her song was over Anna gave Eleanor --- a valorous and loyal woman who would one day become her lover and Jigsaw disciple --- a gentle kiss upon her cheek.

THE END