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

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[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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[falsify]

Nancy's hand reaching for his is a surprise, to say the least, but Eames takes hers easily in his and gives a gentle squeeze. He'd had a joke about fire safety on his lips, but it dies after Nancy's comment.

"Well if you're looking to make a point," Eames sighs softly, eyebrow raised, "I suppose a huge fire in the suburbs might let everyone know you only have their best interests in mind."

It's been a fight not to scoff every time Sylvia said words to that effect, and it's a fight now.

[knightscode]

He glances over at Nancy and shakes his head. No, it wasn't necessary. He didn't think it was, but there's only so much he can do without losing the ability to do anything at all.

"She's made it. People won't forget, and she can't do it again. It's already been done. It's more a case of what happens next, I think."

[falsify]

Eames bites his tongue on the things he wants to say; that now people can start to see Sylvia for the vindictive old bag she really is. He knows now that Lancelot doesn't support her blindly — more like the lesser of a lot of evils, if he had to guess — but slagging off Lancelot's boss isn't gonna help anyone

"So, what now?" He asks, pausing a moment and then adding by way of clarification; "from your perspective, that is. What should happen now?"

[knightscode]

What should happen? It's a rather broad question, but one he supposes he should have expected.

"In what sense?" he prompts after a second, "I can't speak for what Nancy should do, after all, if that is what you are asking. The choice is hers. Nor can I speak for the remains of Circle Midnight, I'm not even a witch."