AU Milliways

[therighttime]

The door opens from one pub to the next. A rosy-tinted, warm little English pub filled to the brim with uniformed soldiers and local girls, crowing and laughing and being alive, really feeling it for the first time in longer than any of them would like to admit.

The woman who is leaving that particular pub is tall - very tall, inches over six feet - shapely in her 1940s olive dress uniform. Her make-up is fresh, her tie in perfect order, her hair is even curled in classic victory rolls (it took three showgirls three hours to make it happen, but they're all used to it by now).

Stephanie Rogers is grinning, flush-faced and filled with joy as she waves to a dark-haired soldier at the bar and steps purposefully into -- another bar.

She recognizes a shift, a difference immediately, and keeps one hand on the knob even as she frowns thoughtfully at the room around her.

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[abyssum_invocat]

"Sometimes it is where I am, and sometimes not. The weapons my father makes glow, they drown out the stars." She says it while looking at the marble intently, before standing. "When I was very young, I lived in Berlin. But the sky's clearer where I am now. It's a little better, but only in that respect."

[therighttime]

Steph's smile is soft as she leads the way through the crowded bar, to the second door she assumes they both can see - she's been watching people go in and out all afternoon.

"Maybe everything will be better someday," she says, and it's not an empty reassurance. She sounds thoughtful, curious, as if she truly hopes it could be. That the world will be a better place for everyone, everywhere.

"Until then, the little things are important. Like the stars." She grins, just a little. "And marbles."