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[alwaysroomforhope]

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...

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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

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."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"You would?" She looks intrigued. "Is he - not in your other world, or something?"

Brothers are special. Steph understands that. But why can't he have both?

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"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."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph nods, sober. "I think that's always how it goes. But ... I hope it works out for you."