♦ sophie devereaux | leverage

[wereall_addicts]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ Dᴀᴛᴇ + Rᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

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[thatsplan_g]

[Nate is eating some soup on the couch, watching some old Blackadder reruns. He's in a mood, pictures of Sam in a shoebox next to him.

Rescue him from his denial.]

[wereall_addicts]

[HERE SHE COMES TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAY.

Ahem.

At least he isn't drinking. She'll breeze her way in the door, just as she always does]

Nate? You home?

[thatsplan_g]

In here.

[You might not be able so see him because he's slouched so far down on the couch.

He really wants to be drinking.]

[wereall_addicts]

[Don't drink, Nate. Drinking is bad.]

This lovely little French place just opened up down town -- I was wondering if you wanted to go.

[thatsplan_g]

[Nate would much rather eat his soup and watch reruns, but the idea of crepes, and time with Sophie makes him push off the couch, putting the soup on the coffee table and scooping up the shoe box of gluttonous guilt.

He's Catholic, don't judge him.]

That'd be great.

[wereall_addicts]

Great. Get dressed, I'll make the reservation.

[thatsplan_g]

[Nate disappears upstairs. The closet opens. He stares at it.]

What kind of French restaurant is this?

[wereall_addicts]

[makes a face at that]

Since when do you care?

how can these two not know each other? i ask you

[shreds]

[wereall_addicts]

[The thing Sophie both loves and hates about bars is the noise. It dulls out some of the other conversations, making you seem like less of an eavesdropper, but at the same time the noise just rings in your head. If she were a younger vampire, she probably would have been more irritated at the situation, but as it is, she's just sipping her drinking, looking as though she has all the time in the world.

And eventually, she notices she's being watched and speaks, knowing that Katherine is also old enough to filter out the other sounds.]

Are you going to stare all night or are you going to come over and have a drink?

[shreds]

[ Katherine wants something.

And when Katherine wants something, she finds a way to get it. Unfortunately, that's easier said than done. She hears about Sophie Deveraux and her band of Robin Hood's through the grapevine. Both legitimate business and the vampire network is in a tizzy. Right now it's a rumor. Half believe she's gone straight and half believe that would never happen.

So, here's Katherine. She would like to find out.

Her feelings for Sophie, much like everyone else, are mixed. Sophie is older and she was turned by Elijah. She had Elijah first and isn't that always going to be a bone of contention. Katherine has always seen she and Elijah as more as a wrong time, wrong place - but something about Sophie eats away at her. And Katherine knows that if it came down to it, Elijah may not choose her. That doesn't sit well with her at all. If Sophie weren't older, Katherine would've gotten rid of her. No, that's not true. Elijah would go into a rage and she already has one Original on her tail.

She's leaning by the dart board. Mason's takes a drink from his glass of beer and Katherine grins, crinkling her nose at him.

Yes, it was her idea for the two of them to take a weekend trip to this town. And yes, she's here for a reason. ] Impressive. [ And then she hears her.

The reason why she decided to come. It helps that Mason has to leave. Conveniently. He's tired. He did the driving. She tells him she'll meet him back at the room. A kiss later, as she checks out his ass as he walks out, she saunters over to Sophie's table. ] Now, why would you think I had anything to say to you? [ It's her first instinct. Hostility, despite needing something from her. She'd have to reign it in. ] How've you been, Sophie?

[wereall_addicts]

[Hostility is what Sophie expects from Katherine. Honestly, the jealousy isn't necessary. She and Elijah were close, yes, but there was something about Katerina that had done him in. Something that has Sophie making a point to stay as far away from her as she possibly can.

So when she starts seeking her out, Sophie makes herself easy to be found. The sooner she finds out what she wants, the sooner she can be done with her.]

You aren't the only one with your ear to the ground, darling. I know you've been looking for me.

[shreds]

Have I? And why have I been looking for you? [ It's safe to say, Katherine finds what she's looking for. So, if she were looking for Sophie, she'd have found her. And here she is. Katherine gets what she wants. For now. ] I'm sure your ear picks up all sorts of rumbling. What could possibly be going around about me.

[wereall_addicts]

[That's what she wants to know. She hasn't a clue what Katherine is after, but she does know she's not exactly inclined to give it to her.]

There's always rumbling. You're Katherine Pierce.

[shreds]

And you're Sophie Deveraux. [ One of Elijah's treasured sires. ] Fine. Maybe I put my ear to the ground. [ She still has it. ] I hear you've assembled a team. You procure ... all matter of things.

[wereall_addicts]

Trust me, Katerina, when I say that you're not my type of client.

[She helps people.]

[fortwolifetimes]

[wereall_addicts]

He never ages.

No matter how many years go by or how many things change - mostly her - he always looks the same. It's unnerving and unfortunate and as she continues to get older, annoying, but that doesn't stop her from coming to see him all the same. There has to be something to keep her skill sharp, after all. Parker has Archie, Sophie has James.

Slipping her way into the Sanctuary, she wanders through the hallways in search of something to catch her attention until James gets there. Every Sherlock needs an Irene Adler, after all.

Time to play.

And possibly to make off with one of the statuettes sitting on the hall table. Practice makes perfect, after all.

pic prompt!

[phobulus]

( tea or oranges )

a little of both

[wereall_addicts]

[She lifts the orange soda out of his hand, and places an actual orange in it instead.

Normally she wouldn't interfere with what Hardison chooses to eat, but these are not normal circumstances. This is almost forty-eight hours into a forgery spree. Hardison is running on no sleep, probably little food, and way, way too much orange soda. She places the bottle down on the table next to her, reaching for her tea as she tucks her feet under her.]

You can have the soda back once you finish the real orange.

[phobulus]

( automechanically, hardison begins to peel. he has accepted his fate even as he argues: )

C'mon. ( whining is the first stage. ) You get your leaf broth...

( that little spritz of orange aroma does seem to bring some clarity back to his eyes, though. )

[wereall_addicts]

Yes, well, I've also had a good meal and a good night's sleep. If you want your vice, you have to earn it.

[She tips her head to the side with a small smile.]

How're things coming?

[phobulus]

Good, great. Everything's on track and on schedule and, you know.

( hardison lies through his chompers while carefully peeling every last bit of pith off of the first slice of orange in his hands. )

You know me, I got it handled.

( pristine slice acquired, he holds it out to share with sophie, because that's what you do with orange slices. )

[wereall_addicts]

Mmm-hmmm.

[She knows that a lot of this falls on him, and often times things are running down to the wire. She reaches to take the piece of fruit from him, and leans back.]

Is there anything I can take off your plate?

[phobulus]

( as much as he whines and bitches and moans about "having to" take care of all of this stuff, hardison takes a lot of pride in doing it. he likes keeping busy. having this outlet changed things for him, gave him challenges when before he had to try to find challenges for himself.

he smiles, warm and a little bashful. )

Do I really look that bad? ( he prods at his undereyes. ) Don't tell me I have bags...