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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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I'd like to, it would be no trouble at all.

[Picks some hay from the fabric of her skirt.]

It's the least that I can do. We've all just come together so quickly after leaving.

[And here they are again. Susan lightly pressers her lips together.]

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.....

[He puts the brush away and gives Destrier a pat to the flank.]

I know. Let's walk outside.

[Caspian suggests.]

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Alright.

[Steps aside for him to pass through first. Following after.]

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[Slow pace. It's a nice cool night isn't it? Damn.]

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[Matches his stride. Susan past the street lamps to see if there are any stars.]

Something on your mind?

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A little.

Susan, how do you feel now that we are all here together?

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I feel like...even though this isn't Narnia or where we're from it's safe, comfortable. Almost like home.

[Laces her fingers together.]

How do you feel?

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Like home...

[No, not that question, not yet. His earlier conversation with Bree didn't help much.]

I wonder if it is my duty to pursue a route back to Narnia at all costs.

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Narnia doesn't work that way.

[These words are an audio nudge. The delivery is too caring to be scolding. Gentle.]

It gets you when itself.

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And Bree has told me this place doesn't work that way either.

[Completely aware of Susan's tone, and it doesn't help with what he really ought to tell her.]

Aren't you worried at all that we may not see each other? Again?

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I'm not familiar with how this place does. Maybe Bree is right.

[ Susan's brow furrows a little. This is a rather serious talk. He must be very troubled!]

I try not to think about it. It does worry me. But we have right now. And for a reason.

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Would you tell me what it is we have?

[Oh he's shrewd, leading in without tossing a lead. He does mean him and her, un homme et une femme.]

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We're friends. Aren't we?

[The quiet is deafening. She adds on.]

A dear friends.

[Reaches out to lightly touch his arm.]

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[Not moving away from her, he lets her touch him quite easily. But 'friends' he wonders, because that's what he ultimately wants.]

Yes, we are friends. I very much like it that way.

[Caspian is considering. If they are just friends, Susan can easily take this news. Right?]

I wasn't lying about Claire...

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[Smiles feeling a little more at ease.]

I like knowing you too, and there's no goodbye after all.

[Loops her arm with his.]

I don't doubt you. I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable. It wasn't your fault.

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Yes...

[Concurring with her remark on no goodbyes, and when she loops her arm with his Caspian falls into the gesture so naturally, just like he does with Toshiko and Claire. It will be his undoing.]

Briefly, I was embarrassed of myself.

[Sigh, he looks to her.]

Susan, I must tell you something.

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Embarrassed? There was nothing embarrassing.

[It was a lovely kiss. As far as the few she's had. Oh there is that very grave mood again.]

Yes?

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[And here he thought they were still talking about Claire. Caspian has a problem, as highlighted by her brother who told him to his face that he can't tell people what he's thinking.]

When we kissed goodbye, it was the first time... well, my first time doing anything like that.

[Caspian has a hard time putting his words together. He has kissed before, but Susan's felt much more sincere than ever. He has a problem with this.]

I had always wondered what it meant, and if it means what I believe it does, then I have always wanted to do the same.

[He licks his lips because this is the hardest part to say.]

With another.

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[Susan was thinking of many things. A pleasant walk at night was not what she's accustomed to doing with a boy. Especially a boy with something to say.]

I hadn't known.

[They were going to talk about that moment! Her heart was in her throat and then her feet.]

Caspian-, I thought-I thought that you-...

[She releases his arm and steps back.]

But-but why then-?

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[Released, but he keeps looking at her, steeling himself to not break eye contact.]

What do you mean why?

[Oh he doesn't know it yet, but those are stupid words.]

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[Her eyes burn and well with tears. Susan would notice if she wasn't so fixed on trying to figure out who was the person standing in front of her.]

You bloody wretch, I thought you liked me! You never said or showed otherwise.

[Susan reached for him again only this time to press him back not even knowing why.]

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Susan--

[He totters back a step from her push.]

I don't have any acceptable explanation for you. I thought I did, now I am unsure.

[His brow furrows.]

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[Why couldn't he understand? Why was he so calm over this? She felt so out of line and irrational. It only upset her more.]

Are we even talking about the same thing? How can you be so casual?

[Susan pushes him again, then retreats backward.]

I think you're more than unsure. Unclear, unclout...unbelievable.

[Now, now she was crying and felt utterly ridiculous.]

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[He's not calm, he's confused! It's his dark Telmarine looks that make it difficult to 'read' Caspian. News reports say he has no pupils.]

I thought it best that you should know--

[Pushed. Okay this time he takes her by the wrist, gently of course, but he doesn't want her to retreat completely.]

I am sorry, Susan.

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Best I should know!

[Susan shakes her arm, her hand balls into a fist and takes to making swipes at his head. Hoping to escape if not box sense into him.]