It's frankly astonishing how rarely Eames' evenings seem to go as planned.
He doesn't deal overmuch with the hunts; regardless of the court leading them, in recent years (relatively speaking) he's come to find they're not really to his taste. Thinking of them as archaic. Boring. It's tough to describe a people as tied to tradition when the passage of time has such a different meaning to them, but Eames is certainly not one for it. It's like tourists wearing those garish union jack hats though, he thinks it's stupid but it's not like it affects him in any real way.
Whispers on the grapevine have made him aware that that might not be so true this year. Red things, beautiful things. He knows a certain witch who falls in that criteria, and he knows of a few fae who certainly have her in their sights. It'd be bad business to let an investment go and get murdered, which is why he's been keeping an eye on Nancy since he heard. And why he's knocking on her door now, looking a damn sight more uncomfortable than he usually ever is.
Closed to Nancy
He doesn't deal overmuch with the hunts; regardless of the court leading them, in recent years (relatively speaking) he's come to find they're not really to his taste. Thinking of them as archaic. Boring. It's tough to describe a people as tied to tradition when the passage of time has such a different meaning to them, but Eames is certainly not one for it. It's like tourists wearing those garish union jack hats though, he thinks it's stupid but it's not like it affects him in any real way.
Whispers on the grapevine have made him aware that that might not be so true this year. Red things, beautiful things. He knows a certain witch who falls in that criteria, and he knows of a few fae who certainly have her in their sights. It'd be bad business to let an investment go and get murdered, which is why he's been keeping an eye on Nancy since he heard. And why he's knocking on her door now, looking a damn sight more uncomfortable than he usually ever is.