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

Cooper takes in the news with relief. He knows that her patron had been a great source of business and she was giving up quite a bit of money. "Thank you, sweet-pea." He ran his hands over her side. That had to have been her idea. There's no way that Cesare would have agreed to give up such a pretty little toy all on his own.

"Alright, now that we're doin' confessions, do you have anything else to tell me? I'm open and willing t'listen." He couldn't guarantee that he'd be perfectly alright with whatever she told him, but it was better than keeping secrets from one another.

"Anything for you," she says, knowing full-well that this had actually been Cesare's decision, for the most part.

That gets her attention and she stills for a moment. She had a lot to tell him. But it wasn't anything she was exactly open about. He didn't need to know about Fagin or Bill or any of the awful parts of her life she tried to keep quiet. There was a time for that. She wasn't going to just pour out her life of secrets. But when it came to light, she could promise she would be truthful about it.

"Eames gave me his apartment. To work from. It's in Canary Warf, so hopefully I won't be on the street." Thank god, and she would never bring anyone back here. "which... reminds me. Do you want me to move back to Enfield? Now that I can?" it's not really secrets but it's something she wants to talk about.

Cooper knew that Nancy had a bit of a past. Anyone raised by a fae like Fagin was destined to have one. But then so did he. She wasn't aware of everything he'd done in his long life, all the sordid details of how he'd drained more victims dry than he cared to think about. There would be time enough for that later.

"Well, five points for Eames, then." Anything that could keep her safe was good in Cooper's eyes. He and fae dad might not get along, but they both had a vested interest in making sure Nancy made it to her twentieth birthday.

Cooper considers the question carefully. "I wasn't exactly expectin' us t'move in together so soon, but now that it's happened...I like having you around." There was something distinctly satisfying in knowing that there was someone waiting for him when he got home after a long day. It was domestic in a way that made him feel more normal, just a Irish lad with a pretty girlfriend, instead of an old monster who had a life more complicated than he cared to think about.

She shook her head in an odd bit of agreement. "I know- but I agree." She loves coming home to her boyfriend in his big bed, showering and coming to curl up next to him. Now that he didn't have to be nocturnal, it was a lot easier, too.

And Juliet certainly didn't mind.

"Okay. I'll move in." Holy shit. she was moving in with him. She hadn't done something like that since- since Bill. And that wasn't something she's really had a say in. With that news she turns to him, beaming. "Shit! I'm moving in!"

"You're moving in 'n you got pardoned. Things are lookin' up for you, girly!" He takes a sip of the beer, now warm from sitting on the table for so long. As much as things had been strained when she first walked in the door, he was feeling ten times better about them now. This was one of the first big tests of their relationship and it seemed like they were going to be alright.

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?

"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.

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.

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.

"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.

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

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