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alisha or nikki--whomever you feel like

[immortally]

you will get both; hope this is okay, some weird s2 au prior to the xmas ep.

[relocate]

[ nikki's dead. it's not exactly something she particularly likes to think about, really. though, hanging around nathan defeats the entire purpose. he reminds her all the time, not with his words, exactly, but with the knowledge that he can see her because of his immortality spiel. it's something the voice in the back of her head always whispers when she enjoys herself a little too much, slipping back into the shoes she'll never wear again of her past life.

she doesn't follow him around when he does his community service any more; after seeing curtis, and the way everyone continued on their lives, she decided to sit back at her flat, haunting nathan in his little hideaways. after he graduates from community service, which is something she finds hilarious in itself, him graduating from this kind of punishment he, no doubt, will find himself back in in no time, she finds herself hanging around him more. lingering. she's not lonely for companionship, as there are a shit load of ghosts hanging around this shit hole, but because she longs for a friend. it's pathetic, really.

sitting in her flat, with nathan young of all people, drinking her blues away is cause enough to drink some more. and she does, downing the shot. how she's able to touch anything real beats her; she's not going to start questioning it. good things never last for too long when it comes to her. ]

When are you going to get a job? Start paying my rent? I don't allow squatters to stay in my flat.

[ why she hangs with nathan young is not because he's the only one who can see her, but it's because he doesn't remind her constantly with what she's missing out. he might throw in a dead dig here or there, but he speaks to her like she's there. living, breathing, corporeal. she never thought she'd appreciate nathan young's uncanny ability to make her feel real. ]

she just cannot get enough of nathan's love. MASSIVE AU NO DUMB SHIT HAPPENS.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ community service is over! but it seems like the friendship between nathan and alisha is only beginning. not that it is a friendship. it's not like she invited nathan to come hang out with her at the flat while simon's off doing creepy simon things (since, you know, those supervillains don't exactly stop being pricks when they stop wearing orange). it's not like she felt sorry that he may be spending new years eve alone. wasn't there some shitty saying that how you spend your last day of the year is how you're going to spend the incoming year? the entire thought's too fucking depressing.

so she takes a drink. sitting on the floor of the flat, with a television playing in the background, and bottles of liquor they've stolen from the pub curtis works at between them, she and nathan sit in awkward silences. unless he breaks them. then she just introduces the awkward silence back with an arch of her brow.

fingers curling around the shape of the glass, alisha's lip curves upwards. ]

This is not how I pictured I'd be spending New Years' Eve.