Fae-napped! (May 7th-10th)

[emotioneater]

 Cooper had spent the day in his office, mostly lost inside his own head. The upheaval of the Night Council was weighing heavily upon his mind. First Samantha had been made Mother of Witches. That in itself wouldn't have been cause for alarm, but now reading about the scandal that Sylvia Redbright was involved, he had to wonder. He could smell a power play from a mile off. After all, he'd been involved in more than one himself, both in his time running the Nest in Pemkowet with his mentor Stefan and the Nest here in London. The real question here is who was this going to benefit? Cooper could see part of the picture, but not the whole thing. He cursed himself for a fool, too stupid to put all the pieces together.

Ah well. Maybe it would come to him if he discussed with other members of the Nest. He turned out the light in his office and picked up his keys. A good ride back to his and Nancy's apartment would clear his head. He called home to let Nancy know that he was on his way. Just as he was about to hop onto his motorcycle, a woman with beautiful golden eyes came up to him. "Mr. Cooper? Might we have a word?" As he turned to answer her, the glamour melted away, revealing a fae with the ears and eyes of a doe, a pattern of dark dots surrounding her eyes and nose. Cooper felt a pair of strong hands grab him from behind, but before he could even begin to struggle, the doe blew powder towards him, and he slumped into unconsciousness.

Within minutes, there was no sign of what had happened to the vampire, save for a shattered cell phone and the keys still left in the ignition of his motorcycle.

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[emotioneater]

It takes a few agonizing moments for Nancy's spell to take affect, but when it finally does, the result is almost instantaneous. He feels the relief shooting through him to combat the pain that makes him feel like the sun is doing its best to burn him alive.

Finally, he's able to open his eyes back up, the pain starting to fade. "I'm alright now, I think." He shakily gets back to his feet, acutely aware of any signs that the fae's vindictive little curse might be taking hold again.

[falsify]

Eames frowns watching this, not judging or anything, mostly assessing. It's hard to ascertain the full nature of the curse or even if it's run its course from where he's standing.

"I'm gonna get us a cab back to yours, give him a look over from somewhere a little safer." For him anyway. He looks from Nancy to Cooper, still frowning but it's not at Cooper for once? "Might want to chain your bike for the night."

[stauncherhearted]

"Good," she says, giving him a gentle squeeze. She presses her lips against his briefly, before helping him to his feet.

"I'll take care of it," she tells the two men. She was more mobile than Cooper at hte moment, and Eames would probably key the bike the first chance he got. So it obviously fell to Nancy to do.


"I'll be back in a minute," she promises, before rushing off to chain the bike.

[emotioneater]

"Great. My poor bike." Yes, Cooper has his priorities in order and they involve making sure that his bike is still working order come the next morning. For all he knows, the fae cursed that too, and it's going to blow up the next time he tries to get on it.

By the time Nancy get back, they've hailed a cab, and Cooper is getting it. He breathes a sigh of relief at getting off of his feet. Honestly, this has just been an entirely terrible situation the whole way around.

[falsify]

He had been planning to go with the two of them to keep an eye out, just in case any other curses should make themself known, but he's done everything he said he would and he can't stand Cooper so it kind of just seems more prudent to leave them be.

Plus, part of him would rather rip his own ear off than watch Nancy fussing over Cooper all night.

Eames holds the door open for Nancy once she's back, "let me know if anything changes, all right?" His voice is soft for her, but it takes on a touch of wryness when he adds, "otherwise don't bother me."

But seriously, don't.