undergrounds | waves that swallow quick and deep

Cooper sighs contentedly when Nancy kisses him. This is not going to grow old for him anytime soon. He gives her a goofy little grin in response.

"Perish the thought, sweetpea. I'm content t'be the guy standin' behind the main guy. Same type of power, less of the spotlight." He's quite candid about anyone who asks what his plans being in the nest are. People tend to let their guard down around someone they feel is less of a threat.

Nancy's eyes narrow and she crosses her arms. Oh okay then.

"Well he's not a client now, is he?" They'd become friends, too, in the middle of their working relationship. Which she should probably clarify. "And he was a friend, too." Which had made things complicated. And here they were now.

"As for his kindness, do you know how many people in my life are kind to me on a regular basis?" She could count them on one hand. "he's a good person." He wasn't a person.

Edited (wow I forgot I had other words.) 2016-07-20 22:41 (UTC)

She will never get tired of having that effect on him.

"Good," she says, with a sigh before dramatically plopping back on the blanket. "I'm so bloody tired of politics." She was the one that had to go and get herself involved at every angle, but all of it had been on accident. Honest.

Honestly, he doesn't hear anything after she calls him a friend, barking a laugh almost in disbelief. Of course, of course.

"You know what? Never mind." Eames waves a dismissive hand, not wanting to talk about this anymore, "I can tell nothing I say is going to make you realise what a fucking awful decision this is."

And fundamentally it's her own life to fuck up. They can share a nice bottle of 'I told you so' when it all turns to shit.

That laugh! What the hell does that even mean, she wants to know, and she sets her glass down, fully prepared for a fight. She can go toe to toe with the best of them when it came to verbal smack-downs. And she was prepared to do it over Cooper.

But then he's dismissing the whole thing and you know what? That's even worse. Standing, keeping her arms crossed, Nancy juts her jaw forward slightly. "You know what? It may be a fucking awful decision, but it's still my decision to make." Her decision, and one of the few she was able to make in her life.

Faolan narrows his eyes at her again. While he does feel like he deserves some of the treatment he's gotten from her, there comes a certain point where he can't help but feel as though he's being treated rather unfairly, all things considered. Sure, he quit his job and because Kenzi didn't have a bodyguard she wound up a vampire. He didn't make her into a vampire, though. He didn't kill Nancy's friend. One didn't automatically spell the other.

"Can it be you've forgotten me so readily?" Faolan has to ask, and he does a surprisingly good job of keeping a straight face as he does.

Nancy wanted- no, she needed someone to blame. Sure, she blamed herself enough for it all- if she hadn't been in trouble, Kenzi wouldn't have gone looking for an answer.

"Fuck off," she tells him. "I didn't recognize you in the light." It's the only reason she'd approach him relatively kindly, and she was doing a damn good job trying to make up for the introduction.

"Something she would have to taken? She's not very good at taking medicine."

Unless he could mix it. Could you mix potions? Would it make it do something else? He brushes off the through, begins to walk and gestures for her to follow.

"It isn't about that. It's fine, I expected that not everyone would get along. I suppose I should have planned better to avoid it, but it's too late to worry about it now. Nobody was hurt, so it could have been a lot worse. Well, although Faolan did have a terrible hangover if it makes you feel better."

"Well then, have at it." He's not her keeper, Eames can tell her his opinions in great detail, but he can't make her do anything. What the hell other reaction was she expecting from him? A song and a dance and 'congratulations on your immortal leech'?

He's suddenly reminded of why he's never wanted children.

Eames sighs, shaking his head as he reaches to retrieve his glass, "forget I said anything."

"I don't think so- I haven't made it before, but I'm sure there's a recipe somewhere out there." The internet was a really great place for witchcraft.

She walks with him, her heels allowing her to match pace with him with greater ease. "It does," she admitted with a small smile. When they're a few paces further down the street, she turns back to him.

"So what's all this about, then?" Her voice isn't accusatory- it's curious. She's in the dark as to why he could possibly be here.

"I will!" Of course she wanted a song and dance number, who do you think you were talking to, Eames? But her words, coupled with a stamp of her foot, and Nancy's not sure she's ever been more of a teenager in her life.

But this time, when Eames dismisses it, Nancy's a bit more ready. She takes a moment, breathes, and sits back down, going for her own wine. "I just really like him, is all," she says, as though that excuses her from being a rational human.

"Then you're livin' in the wrong city," Cooper replies cheerfully. London seems to be made up of nothing but politics sometimes. He will admit that it does grow dreadfully weary sometimes, trying to keep track of who had an alliance with whom and who were the real ones in power.

He pulls two sandwiches out of the picnic basket, offering one to Nancy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a daytime picnic, with the bright sun on his face and a beautiful person by his side. One had to enjoy the little moments in life, otherwise there was nothing worth living for. "Maybe I can take you for a ride after we're done eating." That wasn't entirely a double entendre. He's been wanting to get Nancy on the back of one of his motorcycles for a while now. That way he could combine two of his biggest passions together.

"Too bad I don't want to live anywhere else." London was the greatest city in the world, as far as Nancy was concerned. It was also the only city she'd ever known.

Sitting up a little, she takes the sandwich from him. They're so classy, with their wine and sandwiches. Just looking at him, she smiles and blushes, because this was Cooper and they were together.

"I don't see why not." It seemed appropriate, Cooper taking her for a ride around the city on the back of his motorcycle. He'd nearly killed her with it the first time they met, so maybe she owed the whole thing to that damn bike. "Show me your favorite spots."

He takes a bite of his sandwich. He wonders if Nancy knows how to cook. Not that he needs to eat a whole lot, strictly speaking, but he does occasionally enjoy breaking up the monotony of drinking just blood with something a little more solid. Nancy is enough for him, though. He thinks he'll never get tired of drinking her blood.

"I promise not to run over anythin' this time." He, too, remembers their first meeting. Cooper is a maniac on the road. He's never had to deal with the caution that came from knowing he might die if he got into a car accident, so his driving skills could charitably be described as crazy at the best of times. He'll take all necessary precautions with Nancy at his back.

You don't grow up with a bunch of little brothers without learning how to cook, and if he ever wanted, she'd be more than happy to fix him anything he wanted. Within reason.

She smiles at the memory. "Good- I don't exactly want to donate my organs today. Just my blood is more than enough." She gave him a cheeky wink.

"No way am I letting your pretty face get scraped up on the road." In response to the wink, he kisses her on the neck. It soon turns into a bite, not the kind designed to puncture the skin and lap up blood, just the loving, slightly possessive kind that any normal boyfriend might give his girlfriend.

Nancy blushes as he moves in to her neck. Here in the sun, she know he won't bite her bite her. Just a little love nibble, it was perfectly acceptable. She wrinkled her nose, dropping her head a bit to nuzzle him out of her neck.

"Oy, eat your sandwich, will you?"

Or you can kiss her again, that's fine.

"I think I'd prefer to eat you," Cooper murmurs against her skin. He brushes his lips over her skin, teeth gently scraping, though he's careful not to leave any marks. Most men would prefer not to solicit a girl who has a hickey for all to see. So he kisses her neck one more time before sitting up straight. He takes another large bite of his sandwich, moving to put on a pair of sunglasses he had brought to help with the glare.

Hey may hate her work, but he's conscious of it, and she gives an appreciative moan- or maybe that's because she just happens to like the feeling.

Kyle had asked her that. And when it was good, well, it was good.

"That can be arranged," she tells him- he eats for free, now. Obviously, it would be wrong to charge her boyfriend to drink her blood. "Maybe after the ride." It can be sexual, or he could drink her blood. Either way, the invitation is there.

Faolan raises his eyebrows at her. He's had just enough to drink to be able to be successfully belligerent about this.

"So that's still how it's going to be then," he says. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"No, you shouldn't." She crosses her arms. "Why- expecting something calm and rational?" She was never calm and rational where her friends were concerned.

Nancy was really never calm or rational.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Things were going from bad to worse, and Evie had no one to turn to. Jacob wasn't somewhere she could easily get a hold of him, and she didn't really want him to gloat about what she'd always considered his greatest fault: the fact that she'd acted hastily. Usually, Evie looked at every single angle before making a move. But with Millicent, she'd been rash, and gone in with guns blazing.

Or, well, stakes flying, as it were.

She didn't strike the killing blow. That was all on Alex. But she'd helped take out a guard, given Alex valuable information and items that she couldn't have successfully completed her mission without. She was an accomplice.

That wasn't what upset her, though. She'd killed thousands of people, some worse than Millicent, others far better. She'd make the same decision, if it came down to it, because it had been the right thing to do. But now, they were sitting here with Raymond Harris.

The fear in the city, that was her fault. She was seeing the city she loved and cared for for over a hundred years tear itself apart with fangs and claws. The people she swore to protect were afraid of "gang violence". And she had no one to talk to about it.

No one, save Natasha.

Which was why, with a bottle of fine whisky in hand, she knocked on Natasha's door one evening, hoping the other woman was in. "It's Evie, may I come in?" Vampires didn't need invitations from other vampires. But it was polite. And Evie was nothing if not polite.

It's Evie's luck that Natasha's in. Luck, and timing—this time of year she can't leave early. Not without taking special care. And while she hates to admit it, she tends not to wake up until sundown, or close to it. She's awake when Evie arrives, but she hasn't been for long. She answers the door without makeup, still in a camisole and shorts, looking a little fresh from bed.

Her eyes go from Evie's face to the bottle and then back again before she steps aside, making room for the other woman to come it.

"Make yourself at home," she says. "I wasn't expecting company though. Everything okay?"

"I've woken you." Natasha, she notes, is stunning without makeup. "I can come back another time. I wouldn't want to bother you." She probably wants to wake up not drink whisky.

"I was hoping we could talk." But she needed to know she could trust her, first. Standing in the entrance hall, she gave a small smile. "But if can wait." She'd draft an email to Jacob, perhaps, all the same. Leave out certain details, and not press send. Probably delete the whole damn thing, truthfully.

"Or I could make you coffee." She liked coffee when she first woke up, which, truthfully, was in the morning. With her daylight ring, it was easier to keep a human schedule. Though she did sleep in a bit later and stay up far later than your average human.

A modified schedule, then.

"I was awake. Not for long, but..." Natasha tips her head slightly, pointing with her chin for the other woman to take the invitation. "It's fine."

She smiles then, reassuringly. It's clear that the other woman has a lot on her mind, and Natasha can't say what. In their line of work, it's rare to see someone get visibly flustered about something, and while Evie isn't doing so bad, she's still clearly uncomfortable.

"Coffee sounds good. I'll take my whiskey in it. You can have it straight. How's that sound?"

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late July, for Natasha

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