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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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[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.]

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

Still - leave me alone, okay? I'm turning into a worry wart in my quest to become more like my dad.

[She smiles in return, getting up to throw the steak away and pick up some of the mess she made. When she comes back, she stand with her hands on her hips.]

The good news is, I think you'll live.

Knock knock!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That is a noble aspiration.

[It makes him smile, if briefly. But why throw the steak away!]

I appreciate the outlook, nurse.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She smiles, but it's different, softer maybe.]

It is. He's a great man.

[Shakes that off. No one wants to eat a steak with your blood all on it, Cas!]

I'm hardly a nurse. I've just got a little brother. I've seen a couple nose bleeds. You want me to make up a cot somewhere, if you're tired?