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Stephanie Brown ([personal profile] alwaysroomforhope) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-06-25 05:00 pm

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Steph's sitting in the rafters. Not, for once, out of any particular desire to Lurk; things are going well, lately. Just out of a vague feeling that if she doesn't spend some time up high in the shadows she'll go crazy.

Besides, she likes the rafters. They're quiet and warm and comfy - well, comfy compared to rooftops, at least - and you can see almost everything going on below.

You can take the girl out of Gotham...

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice up here, isn't it?"

Oooh, shadowy Ranger-type!

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles back quietly.

No one SEES Rangers until Rangers WANT to be seen.

"I like the shadows."

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, he would. Unfortunately because the mun doesn't like Batman much.

Faramir perches gracefully on the rafter, shadowed so that his exact position is difficult to understand. He's kind of a floating voice attatched to a cloaked form.

With a Security badge.

"It's beautiful, in a way," Faramir murmurs. "The way the White City was beautiful at dawn, as all the world begins to waken into an old, old place that never sleeps."

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
"It is."

Grey eyes flash as worlds end outside the window.

"Or was."

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Both."

A whisper of cloth and motion.

"My King has commanded me to head the regrowth of the lands of Ithilien -- which are as much my home as Minas Tirith, and maybe more. And my new residence would be upon a hil in sight of the city. I would have departed in mere days from my time, yet now I am Bound from returning."

He is not, in fact, overly bothered by that alone. A forest and waterfalls will endure until he returns. It is the people he misses.

A person.

A woman, whose presence here different from the woman he left only makes the wound deeper.

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
There is a flash of a smile in a shaft of light.

"It's not bad here. My brother is here. I would forego returning to the woman I am engaged to marry if the exchange is more time with him."

[identity profile] gentleprince.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
"He was killed. Barely two months before my time. My world has been fighting a great war which had only just ended when I arrived." There is a pause. His face is in shadow. "My father was killed less than a month before I arrived here. My mother died when I was a boy. I have no family to return to, save the woman who has agreed to be my wife. When I go home, I shall go to a world of great change, great turmoil, yet -- standing upon the cusp of great peace. We have not earned that yet, and we take it at the cost of many beautiful things -- beautiful lives, and the loss of the Elvish people."