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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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[needsnomirror]

[There is hardly a person in the world that would look more misplaced in a back alley somewhere in the shadier parts of town than she does right now. She crosses her arms in front of herself as if that would somehow make her feel more comfortable - she always preferred to meet him in her mansion.]

But I stand corrected, I assume? How so?

/noms on happily

[thecutdiamond]

Those back home would probably prefer to think of their former monarchs having better fates.

[And yet here they were, a former King on a dirty wall for a throne and a former Queen with a wheelchair for hers.

Hardly the most glorious of fates.]

This was the one I was logged into before work :o

[maskofhearts]

I don't know that it is precisely a normal thing to think.

[Hadyn wasn't particularly sure if Homeless Men could be Kings, but it did seem that way. Never mind the 'how did I get here' confusion. No more going out with Darren. He had to remind himself of that. It always ended with cameras, rag mag expos, and now getting lost in the underbelly of the city. Or something.]

I...well, they do seem to listen to you is all.

MAYBE THIS CAN BE THE VERSE WHERE THEY DON'T HATE EACH OTHER.

[falsepretences]

(Also, hi. :D)

[Jordan's not comfortable here, that much is clear, but there's an odd certainty in his eyes.]

I remember exactly what happened.

[He's not yet accepted that his memory isn't just extraordinary but supernatural, but one thing he's always sure of: he remembers exactly what's happened. Always.]

Finally thought of something. /o\

[the_songbird]

[She wasn't exactly seeking him out, so his comment surprises her as she passes by.]

I...what?

I WAS TRAVELLING AND MISSED THIS BUT /SCREAM OF JOY

[lowtohigh]

I would. [Scratch that. The shake of her head is determined.] I do think that it's important.

[The City could take care of itself. She believed it. She believed that it didn't make her a bad person for wanting to crawl away into her own mind for a little while.

That it didn't make her a bad person for wanting to avoif a relapse.]

Because why not.

[adversed]

She doesn't pick what she thinks, m'lord.

[More than other people, after all. Her mind was too many million fractals to keep where she wanted it to.]