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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Sometimes disappearing into one's room for a few days to work on an idea is a good thing to do. And that's what April's been doing the past few days. That and teaching a certain troublesome kitten to use the litterbox.

However, she is downstairs now, sans notebook and kitten, and is sitting by the observation windows with a mug of hot chocolate, sipping on it slowly while she watches the universe end.

She is more than open to conversation.

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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

He answers her tone with a quiet, shaky laugh, and relaxes a little. His shoulders slump back and his ever-so-proper posture is a great deal more casual. More human. But he has no less of that unbreakable strength of spirit, that light that is in him no matter how dark his dreams are. There is a kind of straightforward purity about him that is almost childlike. But it is childlike in the way that Elvish joy is childlike -- it endures because it can be nothing but what it is. He would be nobility even were he dressed in rags and crawling in a gutter.

And he is a Prince even as he lgrasps her hand with his, allowing himself the touch of another person.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

And April feels... honored, really, is the only word for it. Honored that he trusts her, honored that he considers her almost a sister.

She settles back in her chair, her hand clasping his just tight enough to let him know she's not going to let go until he wants her to, and looks out the window.

"It's so beautiful," she murmurs.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"I have seen what seemed to be the end of the universe before I came here. It was beautiful then, because I was not alone. It is beautiful now, for the same reason, gwathel."

He smiles at her, and watches the universe end.