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[treadingdawn]

War is completely needless when taking pleasure in the sound of your own voice.


Captain Barbossa, I will be able to continue working on the Black Swann tomorrow.

Kara, I hope that you are doing well. It seems Turkish Delights are infectious.

Pevensies, I brought tea.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That is most unacceptable, Claire. I assure you that you can count on me to treat you to them.

[adamantined]

You better promise.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A 'pinky swear' as you call it?

[adamantined]

That's the binding way!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Then you have mine.

[adamantined]

Oh, good.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

But I will make sure Edmund keeps his word.

[adamantined]

I'm holding you to it.

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Late in the night, no horse, no luggage, just a Caspian X with a split lip and a nice purple crescent under his left eye.]

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She's still up - been reading - and when she sees him she's immediately confused and concerned.]

What happened?

[Ushers him inside.]

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A very bad mistake happened.

[Ushered in, oh but he remembers his manners and pauses just after the doorway.]

May I bother you for the night?

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

Did you get into a fight?

[She looks at him for a moment like 'what?' and then - ]

You're not bothering me, Caspian.

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The fact that he's here and not at his own flat is suggestive enough.]

Yes. Thank you, Claire.

[He gives Claire a nod and... makes his way towards the middle of the living room. He doesn't really know where to go. Couch? Kitchen? Instead he turns around to her again.]

How bad does it look?

[Not horrible, but whoever did it packs a pair of hard knuckles!]

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She doesn't press the question again and goes into the kitchen to get... yes that's a steak. While she's unwrapping it, she talks.]

It's okay, don't thank me. You don't have to do that. And it's not bad. I've seen a lot worse.

[Mainly because she's personally been a lot worse. Claire comes back out in the living room where he's at and gives him a reassuring smile as she holds up the meat.]

This'll help. I think. Or it'll just make you smell meaty.

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Finally he decides to take a seat on the couch.]

That is reassuring.

[He means it, it's not facetious. He's glad his nose didn't gush a river of red or you know, he didn't find an arrow in his back. Caspian does give the steak a funny look though, then accepts it. If only he knew what she's been through before.]

Thank you...

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[Claire sits on the coffee table and presses the steak up to Caspian's eye.]

Hold it there, I'm gonna get a towel and some ice.

[Going to and from the kitchen, when she sits back down she's got a damp towel and an ice pack.]

Are you okay?

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He winces but doesn't lean back when she does this. The raw meat smells like raw meat. Sigh. He holds it in place.]

I am all right.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[Okay, you can put the raw meat down, dork. Hear, have some ice while she looks at your lip.]

Do you wanna stay here?

[Mohinder takes the couch and Zach sleeps... somewhere. But she can get a cot out for him. Or Peter might be gone.]

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Ice is fresher and cleaner! Ahhh.]

If it isn't too much trouble, but if it is I will find another place. I do not want to burden you.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[And meltier! Watch the couch there, Caspian.]

It's not any trouble at all. You can stay here whenever you need to.

[Or until Peter finds out.]

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Brushing his long hair away, and nodding.]

Thank you.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[Looking at his eye again, biting her lip.]

I don't really support fighting but I hope you hit whoever hit you really hard in retaliation.

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head in response. Oops watch out for the dripping, sorry.]

No, I didn't.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[There's some on her pants but it's okay. She doesn't mind.]

Well.

[Looks at him, clearly concerned.]

I'm glad you're okay.

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a terrible fight, Claire, but thank you. I really do appreciate this.

[He reaches a hand out to hers, to give it a squeeze of gratitude, except he just as quickly retracts his hand.]