upon the hill he'll hear my secrets -- open post for october

[freelife]

[general open post for Shea's characters. Starters in the comments! Feel free to leave something, or contact me at sheakespeare for something specific.]

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[stauncherhearted]

Nancy is all smiles now, the panic that went through her when she first saw Cooper sitting there, arms crossed, while not completely forgotten was far gone at this point. He loved her, they'd gotten through that without him raising his voice, without him hurting her. All was well.

"You forget- I'm moving in with my extremely handsome Marquess of Hackney," she teases, reaching around his shoulders so she can play with his hair a little, scritching at the spot at the base of his scalp with her long nails almost like he were a cat.

"I think we need to toast to this." Did they have champagne?

[emotioneater]

"You're right. I am extremely handsome, aren't I?" He breaks up into a cackle of laughter. He leans into her touch as her hands move over his hair. He's a sucker for anyone rubbing his head. "Mmm, yeah, right there."

He points idly at the fridge when she asks about something to drink. It's more full of food now that Nancy has been staying here, but there is still a shameful amount of alcohol in their apartment. Nancy drinks too much and Cooper...well, Cooper is shamefully Irish.

[stauncherhearted]

Cooper is Irish. Nancy is an alcoholic. Hey, it works out.

"Yeah, you are," she tells him, and keeps rubbing at his head. She's more than happy to pamper her boyfriend from time to time, and she loves the way he gets all soft and gooey at the touch. It's adorable.

With her other hand, she waves at the fridge, opening it. It's mostly booze, honestly, and while there's no champagne, there is some nice whiskey. Another wave and it's on it's way over, along with two low-ball glasses. Once they both arrive at the table, she manually pours them each a liberal glass.

[emotioneater]

There's an appreciative sigh from Cooper as she continues to rub his head. If she keeps this up, she'll put him right to sleep.

See, this is one of the many advantages of having a witch for a girlfriend. He doesn't even need to get up and instead watches appreciatively as the glasses float over to them. "Here's t'being pardoned 'n honesty." He clinks his glass against Nancy's and takes a drink.

[stauncherhearted]

"To being pardoned an' honesty," she echoes, and takes a nice long drink, letting the cool whiskey slide down her throat.

"I'm sorry I worried you." She sets the glass down on the table, never stopping rubbing Cooper's head. his hair was nice and soft- she was pretty sure her shampoo, cheap as it was, was doing great things for it.