Nancy could not be further from the girl she was five years ago. Five years ago, she’d had a boyfriend that never dreamed of laying a hand on her, a disposable income, a beautiful flat, and some powerful allies. Now, Nancy still has a boyfriend, but Bill Sikes is far worse than Cooper could ever be. With Bill’s return came leaving the lavish lifestyle that Cooper was able to indulge in. It had been a near impossible choice, but what she had with Bill always would be the most important thing in her life. What they had was… well, it was magic.
Suffice to say, Nancy’s grown increasingly quiet in most of her circles of friends, eventually fading out entirely. Though Fagin’s death has done great things for her, there are other bad forces in her life, and there always would be. If Nancy’s spotted, it’s usually late at night in some down-trodden bar or alley, and if you’ve kept in touch, it’s probably all due to you.
Still, however long it has been, Nancy will try her best to make some time to chat.
FOR COOPER. BREAKUP.
Nancy had put it off for far too long. They’d always known their relationship had an expiration date. It just happened that today was it. Tomorrow was the day Bill was getting out of jail. Eames had told her, counseled her. But Nancy knew what she had to do, as she’d always known it. She and Bill were meant to be together. There was something deep and magnetic, ancient and primitive that drove the two of them to each other. Nancy was the only one who could keep Bill on a metaphorical leash. He listened to her. He listened to her as a wolf. That meant something.
The last time she’d seen him had been so long ago. She’d just been a girl, never thought anything was going to happen when she’d kissed him before running off to get to work. He’d been arrested that very night, caught red-fanged. Nancy’d come home to solemn faces in the den, telling her the news: Bill wasn’t coming home.
That had been five years ago, and now, now he was finally being released. Things were going to go back to normal now. She’d be at his side, they’d get married, have children, everything she couldn’t have with Cooper. Everything she’d always wanted.
But in order for that to happen, she had to break up with Cooper.
This time, it’s Nancy waiting for him, when he comes home. She’s had too much to drink, it’s clear in her eyes, in her face, in the way she can’t look at him.
“Cooper- John,” his first name, reserved only for special occasions. “You- you know I love you.” Her voice was already starting to crack. This wasn’t going to be good. This wasn’t going to be good at all. She couldn’t handle the tears, the emotions. She should have done this weeks ago.
She should have done a lot of things.
FOR COOPER. AWKWARD RUN-IN.
Honestly, Nancy’s exhausted. It’s clear from the circles under her eyes, visible only under layers of foundation and magic, illusions keeping her face in place. It’s a lot of hard work, being her. She’s up at all hours of the night with Bill, work is hell, and she’s been drinking even more. So much so to the point that she’s sure her blood is more gin than actual blood at this point.
There are a few good things about Bill’s return. Perhaps the only one is that, though he’d turned her back to the streets, she was no longer in the business of blood. Bill wouldn’t have it- he’d been furious to find out about her ex-lovers, raking his claws over their scars, making them his own. It had been romantic, she’d decided. Bill was erasing the mistakes and pain, replacing it with himself, right?
There’s a noise at the end of the darkened street, the low gunning of a motorcycle, and Nancy looks up from where she’s just sent a text to Bill, telling him when she’ll be home. Her eyes are wide when to her surprise, she recognizes the engine. There’s nothing else that sounds like that in all of London.
That’s Cooper’s bike.
Without waiting for him to recognize her, she breaks into a run.
FOR EAMES. ALSO BREAKUP.
Nancy was a good girl. The best, Bill had said. Which was why she did what she was told, if she wanted to or not. And she did not want to have this conversation with Eames.
Ever since Bill returned, Eames had made it very very clear he hated the man and what he did and represented, and undoubtedly the abuse he visited on Nancy. And Bill had made it very very clear that he hated the fae and what he did and represented and didn’t trust him for an instant. He didn’t like the relationship Nancy had with her older friend, and it was easy to guess where it went from there.
Honestly, Nancy had just hoped to fade away into the background. Become a stranger to the people she cared about most. It worked on most people, when Bill came back, when she started spending all her time with him. But Eames was not most people.
So today, when he stopped by the small flat Bill owned in the East End, Nancy was waiting for him, drink in hand, a thick envelope in the other.
— [hmu if you want something specific! I will do so many threads.]
Nancy | Witch | crap I think she's East End Pack by now maybe?
Nancy could not be further from the girl she was five years ago. Five years ago, she’d had a boyfriend that never dreamed of laying a hand on her, a disposable income, a beautiful flat, and some powerful allies. Now, Nancy still has a boyfriend, but Bill Sikes is far worse than Cooper could ever be. With Bill’s return came leaving the lavish lifestyle that Cooper was able to indulge in. It had been a near impossible choice, but what she had with Bill always would be the most important thing in her life. What they had was… well, it was magic.
Suffice to say, Nancy’s grown increasingly quiet in most of her circles of friends, eventually fading out entirely. Though Fagin’s death has done great things for her, there are other bad forces in her life, and there always would be. If Nancy’s spotted, it’s usually late at night in some down-trodden bar or alley, and if you’ve kept in touch, it’s probably all due to you.
Still, however long it has been, Nancy will try her best to make some time to chat.
FOR COOPER. BREAKUP.
Nancy had put it off for far too long. They’d always known their relationship had an expiration date. It just happened that today was it. Tomorrow was the day Bill was getting out of jail. Eames had told her, counseled her. But Nancy knew what she had to do, as she’d always known it. She and Bill were meant to be together. There was something deep and magnetic, ancient and primitive that drove the two of them to each other. Nancy was the only one who could keep Bill on a metaphorical leash. He listened to her. He listened to her as a wolf. That meant something.
The last time she’d seen him had been so long ago. She’d just been a girl, never thought anything was going to happen when she’d kissed him before running off to get to work. He’d been arrested that very night, caught red-fanged. Nancy’d come home to solemn faces in the den, telling her the news: Bill wasn’t coming home.
That had been five years ago, and now, now he was finally being released. Things were going to go back to normal now. She’d be at his side, they’d get married, have children, everything she couldn’t have with Cooper. Everything she’d always wanted.
But in order for that to happen, she had to break up with Cooper.
This time, it’s Nancy waiting for him, when he comes home. She’s had too much to drink, it’s clear in her eyes, in her face, in the way she can’t look at him.
“Cooper- John,” his first name, reserved only for special occasions. “You- you know I love you.” Her voice was already starting to crack. This wasn’t going to be good. This wasn’t going to be good at all. She couldn’t handle the tears, the emotions. She should have done this weeks ago.
She should have done a lot of things.
FOR COOPER. AWKWARD RUN-IN.
Honestly, Nancy’s exhausted. It’s clear from the circles under her eyes, visible only under layers of foundation and magic, illusions keeping her face in place. It’s a lot of hard work, being her. She’s up at all hours of the night with Bill, work is hell, and she’s been drinking even more. So much so to the point that she’s sure her blood is more gin than actual blood at this point.
There are a few good things about Bill’s return. Perhaps the only one is that, though he’d turned her back to the streets, she was no longer in the business of blood. Bill wouldn’t have it- he’d been furious to find out about her ex-lovers, raking his claws over their scars, making them his own. It had been romantic, she’d decided. Bill was erasing the mistakes and pain, replacing it with himself, right?
There’s a noise at the end of the darkened street, the low gunning of a motorcycle, and Nancy looks up from where she’s just sent a text to Bill, telling him when she’ll be home. Her eyes are wide when to her surprise, she recognizes the engine. There’s nothing else that sounds like that in all of London.
That’s Cooper’s bike.
Without waiting for him to recognize her, she breaks into a run.
FOR EAMES. ALSO BREAKUP.
Nancy was a good girl. The best, Bill had said. Which was why she did what she was told, if she wanted to or not. And she did not want to have this conversation with Eames.
Ever since Bill returned, Eames had made it very very clear he hated the man and what he did and represented, and undoubtedly the abuse he visited on Nancy. And Bill had made it very very clear that he hated the fae and what he did and represented and didn’t trust him for an instant. He didn’t like the relationship Nancy had with her older friend, and it was easy to guess where it went from there.
Honestly, Nancy had just hoped to fade away into the background. Become a stranger to the people she cared about most. It worked on most people, when Bill came back, when she started spending all her time with him. But Eames was not most people.
So today, when he stopped by the small flat Bill owned in the East End, Nancy was waiting for him, drink in hand, a thick envelope in the other.
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[hmu if you want something specific! I will do so many threads.]