Re: quicklog -- steph/dami: wayne manor.
[Stephanie's arms crossed immediately, and she frowned at him and his comment, a roll of her eyes hard. The scoff was immediate, and it was also a deflection of the ache in her chest looking at a man -- and yes, he was a man, if a young one -- that she'd know as a little baby bird all those years ago. That looked just like the Damian that was here twice and died twice. Her stomach plummeted again, and oh god he reminded her so much of him. He could see it in her face, in the way her bright blue eyes pricked at the edges, but she blinked them away quickly, stepping forward a little more. Bare feet sliding over expensive tile.
As she drew closer, she continued to look at him.] Fuck, it's really you. [Her voice fell quieter, whisper-like, and she was close enough to touch him. She did, a couple of thin, pale fingers down his jawline because she had no words yet, and then her hand dropped. Blue eyes blinked, and she only stared for a moment longer before throwing her arms around him without a care. Always the sentimentalist. Damian knew that. She squeezed hard, and she lingered because the weight of him in her arms made him real. And Destiny was right: she had missed him. Even if it wasn't the one that she loved so dearly that was here before, the one who broke her heart by killing himself. This was Damian. She had to give him the benefit of the doubt.]