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FAMILY DINNER
[Having Nancy over isn't as common as it used to be, life is busy and whatnot, but Eames sometimes makes an effort. He's even gone so far as to make something to eat that he knows Nancy loves, and he is well stocked with wine for the two of them.]
[Arthur's off visiting a friend or something, so it's just the two of them for tonight. The two of them and a dog who is always happy for familiar company and spends a good chunk of time sat by Nancy's feet, only slightly hoping maybe she'll share some food even if it's against the rules.]
[Arthur's off visiting a friend or something, so it's just the two of them for tonight. The two of them and a dog who is always happy for familiar company and spends a good chunk of time sat by Nancy's feet, only slightly hoping maybe she'll share some food even if it's against the rules.]
what do you mean that's not how things are for them already
You've got time to figure it out. It's not like you have to leave tonight with a plan for the next decade.
my bad. they live in the happiest timeline.
Problem is, what I've always wanted isn't exactly an option. [Bill. His children. Marriage.]
I could bartend.
correct. everything is always ultimately fine
[He doesn't think she'd feel particularly fulfilled doing that, but whatever. It's her life to figure out.]
Just don't let yourself get stuck in something that's doing nothing for you.
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I have no idea where to even start, Eames.
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[He leans back in his seat.]
You've gotba pretty big safety net, you can afford to experiment.
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[Always always bitter. Even in brightest timelines.]
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[Whatever, Eames refuses to feel bad about it.]
Right. But you do have it.
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By rights, I should take complete and total advantage of it and live like a bloody Kardashian.
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[Does he feel bad about her suffering? Yes. But he's not about to be guilted like this.]
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...Is it working?
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I'll just become a socialite on my own.
[She'd had a taste of that life, truthfully. It may have been years ago, but she'd still dated the vampire representative. She'd been the right-hand woman of the Maiden. ]
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[The fact that he technically is a socialite flits through his mind, but that's... Maybe not a topic for now.]
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You know, Nancy. I'm a man of few regrets. Good choices and bad, I make them and move on. But... I never fully realised the hold that Fagin had on you.
[He looks up at her, still with that expression on his face. Almost as though it's difficult for him to say this.]
I thought getting you out from under his thumb would be enough, and you'd realise on your own that you're so much more than what he made you. That you're smarter and capable of much better than you were allowed.
[It's an unusual amount of pure honesty for him, and honestly Eames is deeply uncomfortable saying any of it, but it feels important right now. He sighs, shaking his head just a little.]
I never wanted to push you. Perhaps I should've.
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She doesn't understand, exactly what he's trying to say, and she shakes her head, her lips twisted in some sort of uneasy grimmace.] What d'you mean? You've pushed me- the election, Norrell... You can't say I didn't have a damn big part in all of that. [But after each bit of magic, she'd been exhausted, sleeping for near days.
But that was the part she gleaned to, ignoring where he'd called her smart, capable. She'd always been told she was smart, sure, but it was that rough sort of street smarts that you couldn't very well measure with degrees and certificates. But she wasn't smart about magic. Fagin had kept her from learning her true powers, and even now she so often forgot she had them in the first place.]
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You know the reason I came to find you originally? Fagin was boasting about this witch he had, managed to break her slave ring. Still his though, he'd make sure we knew.
[Point being, that's a pretty outstanding thing to do, though he expects Nancy hadn't ever realised that. It's hard enough figuring out you're wearing one in the first place, let alone taking it off on your own.]
A witch that smart, that capable-- Intelligent, even. That's a useful friend to have in somebody else's house.
[He sighs, shaking his head again. So rarely disappointed with himself that it's an unusual expression on his face, tired and almost sad.]
I never pushed you to realise that potential though. Never pushed you to do anything, not even to find different work.
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He- he said that? [Of course he had. He'd been- he'd been proud of her. It didn't matter if he was just using her to brag- Fagin wanted people to know how smart she was. She can't help herself but a grin breaks out over her features, her eyes bright. He was awful to her. He'd abused her, sold her and she hated him. Glad he was dead, even.
But that didn't mean he wasn't her father.
Nancy looks down, trying to hide the reddening of her nose. Great, Eames, you're going to make her cry.]
Damn him.
[She sniffles, trying to hide it with another drink.]
I worked at the garage, and you gave me my Office, too. You were incredibly kind in that. [Granted, she'd only gotten new work when it became quite clear that she had to be a law abiding citizen for at least a few weeks.]
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[He says it like the idea of him doing anything else is ridiculous, even if it shouldn't be considering who he is and why he reached out to her in the first place. It's not like he ever lied to her about any of it.]
[Eames reaches for her hand to give it a gentle squeeze.]
But what I'm saying is you're capable of so much more than he ever let you think, and I knew that from the beginning.
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...Thank you, Eames. Coming from you, that... it means a lot.
[She rubs her thumb over the back of his hand.]
He never told me anything. He only wanted me to do what was best for him- learning to make blood replenishers, healing, concealing. Obviously picking pockets, but that's not a magic skill.
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[Eames sits back, still holding her hand, and raises an eyebrow with a light smirk.]
Hated it when I started figuring out the mortal world for myself, or when I used to go off with... A friend. [He laughs a little, shaking his head.] I was never one of his kids, but I think he liked that little bit of control he had when I was still green.
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