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undergrounds2015-09-08 08:56 pm
stauncherhearted) wrote in undergrounds2015-09-08 08:56 pm
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excuse me if i seem a little unimpressed with this
[Once more into the catch-all, this time, September! Have a few generic starters. Specific ones are in the comments. Ask and ye shall receive etc.]
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Option A
GUESS WHO WASN'T CURSED! If you guessed Nancy, well, congratulations! You're right! The last full-moon and come and gone, taking with it the last of the invisible weight that had sat on her shoulders since Lammas. With the lifting of the curse, her plans to return to work were back in full-force. Maybe, just maybe, she'd have a normal month this time.
With the winter closing in on them as the harvest started, Nancy knew her nights of actually working outside were numbered. It rained rather than snowed in the winter, but it could still get mighty chilly, and given how she chose to style herself for work, indoors was something she preferred in the winter.
So come November, Nancy would be back to Three Cripples and the Jolly Roger. But for now, she was sticking to her usual haunts, prefering to keep herself in territory where she was welcome. She had friends in high places amongst many of the vampires now, and given her particular specialty, she didn't feel particularly in danger whenever she was in the Hillingdon territories. Ideally, she'd be able to avoid all of Redbright's territories, but she knew that was growing more and more unlikely.
Well. At least with the Unseelie coming into power, things should be different.
Option B
Highgate Cemetary was not a usual place for people to spend time. Not in the world of normal humans. For witches, vampires, ghosts, it seemed standard. There were countless tales devoted to the damned haunting graveyards, and Highgate was no different. Being so old and so large, there were thousands upon thousands of opportunities for ghost stories.
Good thing Nancy wasn't afraid of no ghost.
The tourists dwindled away the later it got, which was when Nancy appeared. Sneakers laced up, hoodie on and ponytail up, Nancy took off, jogging down the paths, towards some of her favorite locales. The graveyard was haunting. But more than that, it was beautiful. Peaceful.
Option C
The fae's words rang in her ears: it's been thirteen years, you know how to pay your dues. That had been how long ago? It couldn't have been more than a few hours, by Nancy's guess, but now she'd lost track of time.
It didn't matter, really. Not tonight.
A pint in front of her, Nancy had already finished two, and had given the bartender specific instructions not to stop filling her up until she said. Or until she couldn't walk home, but that was neither here nor there.
It was pathetic, honestly. Sitting in the corner of a bar, subtly trying to hide a swelling eye as she drank pint after pint. This was the part of her life, more than the prostitution, that she tried to keep hidden from people. That she'd worked hard to avoid having to talk about last month. That she preferred to forget ever happened.
Never it never be said that her father was a good, gentle man.
Option D
Wildcard. Do the thing.
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Option A
GUESS WHO WASN'T CURSED! If you guessed Nancy, well, congratulations! You're right! The last full-moon and come and gone, taking with it the last of the invisible weight that had sat on her shoulders since Lammas. With the lifting of the curse, her plans to return to work were back in full-force. Maybe, just maybe, she'd have a normal month this time.
With the winter closing in on them as the harvest started, Nancy knew her nights of actually working outside were numbered. It rained rather than snowed in the winter, but it could still get mighty chilly, and given how she chose to style herself for work, indoors was something she preferred in the winter.
So come November, Nancy would be back to Three Cripples and the Jolly Roger. But for now, she was sticking to her usual haunts, prefering to keep herself in territory where she was welcome. She had friends in high places amongst many of the vampires now, and given her particular specialty, she didn't feel particularly in danger whenever she was in the Hillingdon territories. Ideally, she'd be able to avoid all of Redbright's territories, but she knew that was growing more and more unlikely.
Well. At least with the Unseelie coming into power, things should be different.
Option B
Highgate Cemetary was not a usual place for people to spend time. Not in the world of normal humans. For witches, vampires, ghosts, it seemed standard. There were countless tales devoted to the damned haunting graveyards, and Highgate was no different. Being so old and so large, there were thousands upon thousands of opportunities for ghost stories.
Good thing Nancy wasn't afraid of no ghost.
The tourists dwindled away the later it got, which was when Nancy appeared. Sneakers laced up, hoodie on and ponytail up, Nancy took off, jogging down the paths, towards some of her favorite locales. The graveyard was haunting. But more than that, it was beautiful. Peaceful.
Option C
The fae's words rang in her ears: it's been thirteen years, you know how to pay your dues. That had been how long ago? It couldn't have been more than a few hours, by Nancy's guess, but now she'd lost track of time.
It didn't matter, really. Not tonight.
A pint in front of her, Nancy had already finished two, and had given the bartender specific instructions not to stop filling her up until she said. Or until she couldn't walk home, but that was neither here nor there.
It was pathetic, honestly. Sitting in the corner of a bar, subtly trying to hide a swelling eye as she drank pint after pint. This was the part of her life, more than the prostitution, that she tried to keep hidden from people. That she'd worked hard to avoid having to talk about last month. That she preferred to forget ever happened.
Never it never be said that her father was a good, gentle man.
Option D
Wildcard. Do the thing.
& your intentions aren't to bother me (Cooper)
There was a reason that blood and sex work so often went together.
But Cooper was different. He had to be. He was her friend, more than anything else. She adored him, deeply, and was more than happy to do whatever she could to help him. And yet she was content to sometimes not ask for money, to let him drink a bit longer than others. She didn't bring just anyone back to her flat, either. Especially not for business.
Was it still business?
Painted nails digging into his skin through his shirt, Nancy could feel herself grow weaker. She was no stranger to it, and knew she could reverse the effects with a replenisher. She always kept a few dozen on hand, if she could. Hell, for as long as Cooper was over, he could keep drinking her blood, now that he wasn't tripping on fae blood and half-starved. Or a bear-cat.
Life was easier when he wasn't a bear-cat.
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Her blood was sweet and hot on his tongue as he sucked. He could feel her nails digging into him and he responded by shifting position, the hand on her waist running up her spine with a desire that was both slow and just a touch possessive. Cooper wasn't fool enough to pretend things were just business between them anymore. Sure, he paid her, but things were now, as the kids on Facebook said, "it's complicated". That was alright. The old vampire had practically invented the concept of complicated relationships.
He finally let go with a gasp, the last of her blood running down his throat. He licked away a few final trickles of blood away from the fang-marks along her neck before pulling back. It always took a moment to come back to himself, away from that dark place inside where the beast lived. Finally, he was focused again on the present moment. He gave Nancy a very satisfied look.
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When he lets go, she inhales sharply, relaxing into his grip. His tongue tickled against her sensitive skin, but it was clear from her reaction that she wasn't adverse to it at all.
While he took time to come down, so did she. She needed to get her breath back (though, truthfully, Cooper left her more breathless than some clients) and take stock of how much she felt she lost, if she needed something to get her blood sugar up, if she was woozy. She didn't, however, move from her spot on the couch.
Instead, when Cooper turned back to her, she sat up from under him, her arms out behind her to support her. "Hullo," because what else do you say after that? With casual clients, it didn't matter what you said. But with people she had ongoing relationships with? Friendships with? She's grinning, regardless, unaware of the smallest trickle of blood dripping down her neck. She'll get it later, heal. But what was the rush, anyway? It was just her and Cooper for the next while.
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His eyes idly followed the blood trail as it ran down her neck and eventually beaded into the crease of her collarbone. It was a temptation to lean over her once more and lick it away. He did so like the feeling of his tongue on her skin. The grey cat jumping up on the couch beside him broke the tension of the moment. Juliet distrustfully eyed the proffered hand Cooper held out. Giving up, he turned his attention back to her owner.
"Did you hear the good news? I got a promotion. I'm now Earl of Holloway." There was a definite note of pride in Cooper's voice and a goofy grin on his face. He'd worked long and hard to get where he was in the Islington Nest. Now, he finally on his way to obtaining a real form of power.
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Nancy waited for Cooper to settle in before she moved again, shifting to accommodate him better, so she was sitting a bit further up on the couch, but still close to him. There was something about someone having your blood in them that made you want to be closer to them.
Juliet's arrival was noticed with a pointed look at the cat, before Juliet decided Cooper wasn't interesting enough anymore. "Oh look at that, she's letting me have you all to myself," she joked lightly.
A promotion- "Oh, Cooper! That's wonderful! I don't know what to say- other than congratulations, I mean!"