#c;nancy

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @peachyxdoll​- Nancy and Goran 

Goran wasn’t always attracted to castles. Sometimes houses can pique his interest. Even though he felt the dark building resembles a castle. He perched himself on the sill. Goran sniffed briefly. Something wasn’t right. He retracted his wings and began to walk towards the window sill. He was a figure in the shadows. Slowly but steadily he approached the window, his eyes were glowing white from the adrenaline. He looked through the window, his voice was stoic. 

“It’s not safe here.” 

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @peachyxdoll​ -  several minutes before shit went down 

Goran was surprised to see her again. Nancy to him seemed......interesting. He still didn’t understand her fully, at least thats what he believed. But he still wanted to talk to her. That thing-the one he sensed might still be following her. 

“Human.” He said, forgetting her name. “Is the dark force still following you?” 

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @peachyxdoll​- Nancy and Eric 

It was another night at the tavern. When Eric wasn’t taking care of his kid, planning war strategies, or doting after Ariel. He could often be found in the tavern. It was there he met his fellow comic in crime, Nancy. Admittedly he didn’t know too much about her but he hoped that would change tonight. Besides whats the fun of not knowing your fellow comic partner in crime. Eric grabbed the microphone and tapped it. 

“Testing one two three-testing one two three-” Eric said. He looked at Nancy. “Can you hear me clearly, Nancy?” 

[spcnccr-archive-blog]

lonely library || nancy & spencer

@gxrldetectxve-nancy

the reference section was spencer’s favorite -- but that seemed lost on everyone else. at least today. it was just past one on a thursday afternoon at the new york public library. spencer was halfway through reorganizing the microfilm and -fiche. he was sitting on the ground, long legs crossed, reading the card’s name to himself and nimbly sorting it properly. someone had messed it all up. and spencer had nothing better to do. allen, the other reference librarian, was working the desk. spencer heard someone enter the room, and looked up, turning to glance at them, “pardon the mess.” he said to the stranger,  carefully placing the last card into it’s proper drawer. “can i help you, miss...?”

[viola-adler-blog]

[text]: My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.