And now we turn to my beautiful city

[clayforthedevil]

One minute Bahorel's in the treetops, working on his ongoing project, and the next he's in Feuilly's room, reading.

And utterly crammed into one of Feuilly's chairs in a ridiculously formal posture. He'd at least expected Feuilly to see the practical side of sprawling--

he realizes that this means we're all back in the same moment his watch (Feuilly's watch) starts to chime.

"Enjolras?--No, just now. Asleep? How--Right, I'll be there."


He's not sure how he's dressed, he's not sure what Feuilly might have been doing-- but he's already out the door and running downstairs to meet Enjolras, with whatever news he has from the other side of the door.

Paris.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

It's an inexpressible relief to be back in his own familiar body. But every other emotion is -- just inexpressible.

The main room of Milliways is as it's always been. The front wall is a blank expanse of plaster, under the exploding stars of the Observation Window. The door is gone as it it never existed. Once again France is on the other side of a gulf that's impossible to span.

But he did span it, just a few moments ago, just once. He was granted that gift.

Enjolras came down here to get the supplies he left with Bar just before he found himself abruptly upstairs and himself again, in a strange and spartan room. But he's only made it a few steps away from the bottom of the stairs when Bahorel comes pounding down behind him.

[clayforthedevil]

It's not the short trip down the stairs that has Bahorel feeling like he can't breathe. There's no urgent news; there can't be. Enjolras would have insisted on gathering them all together for that, and rightly. But--there is news. Word of home, from someone else who actually knows it, cares for it the way a person should, instead of the narrow views of the journals.

There are endless questions; too many to even start asking. He shakes his head, dismissing the absurd idea of having a question. He reaches out and grabs Enjolras' shoulder, silent for a moment with too many questions.