life in London, 1868, was.. turbulent.

you spent your days taking on different assignments for different people, men and women alike, to get rid of certain people permanently with one overall goal in mind: get rid of the Templars and Starrick.

but as days passed alongside Evie and Henry, trying to find different clues and leads, it felt like you were chasing your own tail.

you found yourself spending your free time with Jacob Frye, the younger twin brother of Evie.

you couldn’t exactly figure out why you took a sudden liking to the arrogant man with a pleasant face, but you did.

he’d find you sitting on the top of the train and sit beside you, talking about anything that came to mind as he sat close enough to smell his leather belt, I’d purchase a refill of throwing knives for you but never take credit for it, his eyes would linger on you a moment longer than they should’ve.

this new feeling was a mystery to you, but you understood one thing; do not let emotions compromise missions. Jacob knew that too.

which is why when he was after Twopenny, he did it alone, not telling you about it as to— well, he isn’t exactly sure why he didn’t tell you. he should’ve, he wanted to. but it was a dangerous mission: heavily guarded with Templers and police alike, he couldn’t risk anything.

you laid on your cot on the train, tossing a crumpled piece of paper up and down in the air when Evie stomped in.

“uh oh, what’s it now?” you asked playfully.

“Jacob.” she replied shortly. “he singlehandedly jeopardized all of London’s currency.”

“Jacob-“ you paused, turning on your side to face her.

“yes, my half-witted, arrogant, stuck-up, ignorant, brother, assassinated Twopenny without a—“ she stopped, groaning at the words about to come out. “will you talk to him? he listens to you”