some kind of resolution (january catch-all for nancy and annie)

[stauncherhearted]

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Catch-All for January for this lovely Midnight witch, and another lovely Irish hunter. Specific starters can be found in the comments! Please feel free to write your own, or PM me if you'd like something specific!

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[stauncherhearted]

There are very few people in the world that know her full allegiance to Midnight, her status within Shadow Coven. And she'd like to keep it that way.

"They'll burn us at the stake." What did you do with Witches, after all? "They're fining people for paraphernalia. For intent to commit crimes that haven't even been thought of yet!"

[thelittlemerman]

"All because Norrell wants to control every bit of magic in London," he says with a touch of bitterness. "He can't control the fae so he's pushing us out. He can't control Midnight so he's ending it altogether. Croydon was just the beginning of something bigger."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy doesn't say anything. She just looks at the toe of her shoes- trainers. It's far more useful for alleged undercover work.

He'll find a way to make the boys' lives hell. If he does get rid of Fagin (which she highly, highly doubted), then the boys would on their own because she couldn't take care of them. For their sake, he had to be stopped. For the sake of so many others lives- for the lives of the innocent Daybreak witches, as well, he had to be stopped.

"He knows who I am." She said after a moment, swallowing. "He knows I'm involved with Fae. I'm an enemy to him on two fronts."

[thelittlemerman]

The fact that Nancy says she's involved with the fae piques Finnick's interest, but he decides not to pursue that for now. Plenty of people are involved with fae to varying extents, it's not always an interesting relationship.

"All the more reason he needs to be shut down," he says casually instead.

[stauncherhearted]

Oh, it's interesting alright.

Nancy purses her lips, before she settles on the simple: "I know." She had no idea how, truthfully. Politics had never been her game. Unfortunately, she was stuck with them.

[thelittlemerman]

"Then you should help with Croydon," he says. "It should be Midnight's right now; there was a deal." Finnick's tone is insistent, perhaps betraying his feelings about said deal when it happened. He has no control over that now - the best he can do is try to twist things in their favour again.

"The way I see it, Daybreak wasn't trying to take it from us. They were trying to take it from you. They made the first move, don't you see?"

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. Her stomach turned as a surge of guilt washed over her. They could have handed Croydon over earlier, she should have pushed for it, then they could have actually gotten it.

"I know." The words take some difficulty to say. "But I can't. There's more than just me, here." It was true, that it had been Daybreak to break the truce. But she needed it to be known. For all of London to truly see what had happened. And she didn't have the power to do that. But Abigail did.

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick shrugs one shoulder and looks back at the storefront, where a 'closed' sign now hangs in the window. No doubt the owner needs at least a day to recover from whatever beating or curse was laid upon them. Or perhaps those objects were the largest source of revenue. Finnick doesn't particularly care to stay and find out.

"I have my King and Queen, you have your High Priestess or your Mother, whatever you want to call it. I don't presume to know how witches organize themselves."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy nods. "Precisely." Abigail was her High Priestess, her friend. She was the one who started it, and Nancy wasn't going to do anything stupid without her permission. Fagin could go fuck himself for what she cared of his opinions of witch matters. He'd kept her separate from that world, unaware she was a witch, for far too long.

"We have a degree of anonymity but. I can't trust that." Norrell knew who she was.

[thelittlemerman]

"Anonymity's no use when everyone's using it anyway," Finnick says with a sigh. "Someone has to be the face of change. Norrell's the face of his. It may make him more of a target, but it makes them stronger in the end."

[stauncherhearted]

He has a point. There weren't many records of her, anyway. She didn't legally exist, after all.

"And Abigial is the face of ours."

[thelittlemerman]

"Mm," Finnick says. He waits a beat and then looks at her again with a critical, almost cruel gaze. "Hasn't made much of an impression lately, has she? Norrell is huffing and puffing his way through London and Abigail is...?"

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy steels herself against the look. "She's been busy." She says simply, "So you shut your mouth. There's more to politics than battles and wars. Our entire faction is under attack from this." She gestures to the now-closed storefront.

"We're far more endangered than the fae." Fagin had taught her to play chess. She wasn't very good at it, but sometimes the best defense was to know when to retreat. "And we signed a treaty. We wouldn't attack Daybreak for the Fae, or with them. They've broken it, but we can't be the first to attack, as much as I wish we could. Don't believe me, ask Eames, he was there." Casually namedropping him like it's no big deal.

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick laughs, humourless. "I know very well what Eames did," he says, "and that's not the point. The point is that Daybreak has found ways to attack without attacking. If Midnight wants to survive, you have to find a way to do the same."

[stauncherhearted]

Well then.

"Perhaps we will." Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. She wasn't particularly a fan of this fae, that was for sure. One of the sort, she assumed, that looked down on humans. Though why he'd be involved in the territory disputes then she would never know.

[thelittlemerman]

"Well," Finnick says with an awful smirk. "I look forward to seeing what Miss Widdowson and hers have up their sleeves."

[stauncherhearted]

"Of course you do." Nancy pushes herself up from the wall.

"If you'll excuse me, I have more recon to do."

[thelittlemerman]

"Enjoy," he says as he watches her go, electing to stay here for the moment. He has no idea whether the conversation has been productive or not, but he certainly found it amusing while it lasted.