Memory Theater
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treadingdawnThe Coronation Ball of King Caspian X, King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel.
But they are not in the ruins of Cair Paravel. They are in the castle of the Telmarines.
"May I have this dance?"
"I cannot refuse an order of the King."
"It is not an order, it is a request. Please."
She watches him carefully, with dark eyes that hold guilt and faded contempt. Then she accepts his hand, and they are on the smooth floor, dancing amidst courtiers, soldiers, fauns, cats, mice, and the Kings and Queens of Old. He is young grace on his feet and she is seasoned elegance on hers. They dance well together, complimentary.
"You are very good."
"I believe I have you to thank."
"Do not thank me for anything, Caspian."
The music slows, coming to a rest as his fingers spread along the silk at her lower back. His posture is tall and confident. The fine structure that defines his nobleman's cheek and jaw doesn't demand respect but it deserves it.
"I have learned to refuse ill will when it is better of me to do so."
She doesn't say anything to this and turns in time with the music that begins the next measure. Her movements are beyond practice, natural, and she invests her attention in this to avoid his. He knows what she is doing, but he follows her and doesn't miss a step. Perhaps no one knows they are even conversing.
"Whatever it is that troubles you, I'll give you a clear mind and a clear heart."
He insists quietly, when they are side to side, facing opposite directions while the flat of their palms touch. She looks at him again and her dark brows knit. For a moment she sees his father, the man to whom she gave her heart could not be. She wonders who had really been betrayed, and it's this that troubles her. Her world is not the same.
She curls her fingers around his and turns him so that they are facing each other. She raises her other hand to his face and kisses his cheek. The dance is at its end.
"I am sorry, Caspian."
Her sincerity sooths him and for a moment he truly believes it washes away years of their lives.
He returns the kiss in kind and nods. He knows she is conflicted, and it's not his place to add anymore to its weight.
"Thank you for this dance, Aunt Prunaprismia."
He raises her hand to brush his lips across her fingers then releases. There's a cheerful clapping, but it's only for the court's performance.
But they are not in the ruins of Cair Paravel. They are in the castle of the Telmarines.
"May I have this dance?"
"I cannot refuse an order of the King."
"It is not an order, it is a request. Please."
She watches him carefully, with dark eyes that hold guilt and faded contempt. Then she accepts his hand, and they are on the smooth floor, dancing amidst courtiers, soldiers, fauns, cats, mice, and the Kings and Queens of Old. He is young grace on his feet and she is seasoned elegance on hers. They dance well together, complimentary.
"You are very good."
"I believe I have you to thank."
"Do not thank me for anything, Caspian."
The music slows, coming to a rest as his fingers spread along the silk at her lower back. His posture is tall and confident. The fine structure that defines his nobleman's cheek and jaw doesn't demand respect but it deserves it.
"I have learned to refuse ill will when it is better of me to do so."
She doesn't say anything to this and turns in time with the music that begins the next measure. Her movements are beyond practice, natural, and she invests her attention in this to avoid his. He knows what she is doing, but he follows her and doesn't miss a step. Perhaps no one knows they are even conversing.
"Whatever it is that troubles you, I'll give you a clear mind and a clear heart."
He insists quietly, when they are side to side, facing opposite directions while the flat of their palms touch. She looks at him again and her dark brows knit. For a moment she sees his father, the man to whom she gave her heart could not be. She wonders who had really been betrayed, and it's this that troubles her. Her world is not the same.
She curls her fingers around his and turns him so that they are facing each other. She raises her other hand to his face and kisses his cheek. The dance is at its end.
"I am sorry, Caspian."
Her sincerity sooths him and for a moment he truly believes it washes away years of their lives.
He returns the kiss in kind and nods. He knows she is conflicted, and it's not his place to add anymore to its weight.
"Thank you for this dance, Aunt Prunaprismia."
He raises her hand to brush his lips across her fingers then releases. There's a cheerful clapping, but it's only for the court's performance.
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Date: 2008-08-07 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-07 11:19 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2008-08-07 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-07 11:29 pm (UTC)I preferred dancing with Susan or Lucy, they were more forgiving of my mistakes.
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Date: 2008-08-07 11:32 pm (UTC)And a little familiarity brings your steps to memory better.
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Date: 2008-08-07 11:39 pm (UTC)Was it your Aunt's idea for you to take dance lessons?
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Date: 2008-08-07 11:43 pm (UTC)Do you not dance in England?
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Date: 2008-08-07 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-08 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-08 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-08 03:36 am (UTC)ooc: Is there actioning? cause I was about to make a crack on the paso doble lol.
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:40 am (UTC)ooc: There can be! Switchover?
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:44 am (UTC)It doesn't sound like you enjoy it much.
ooc: Done and done!
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:50 am (UTC)I can't pretend to be an expert at it.
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:52 am (UTC)We're not all experts in things we enjoy.
[He says casually, though he doesn't want to talk about picadoring.]
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:59 am (UTC)You'll think it's a bit odd without a partner.
[Peter chooses to sit on the front steps for a few minutes, as he considers just how to do this.]
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:02 am (UTC)You do not have to show me if you do not want to, Peter.
[Taking note of Peter's mannerism.]
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:13 am (UTC)I can't walk out now.
[He does a few warm up stretches, and stop. Dancetime. The short steps and jumps could seem random, but they're on beat (nearly) to whatever song Peter has in this head. Peter is by no means a dance champ, but he's not bad, considering.]
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:17 am (UTC).......
[Fingers over his mouth to subdue a good natured laugh.]
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:24 am (UTC)What?
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:26 am (UTC)Well it's very... different from what I know. That isn't to say it is not worth learning.
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:36 am (UTC)Well, it's not formal dancing. It came into popularity a few years back.
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:38 am (UTC)Show me again.
[And then he adds.]
Please.
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Date: 2008-08-08 04:45 am (UTC)Action!
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