contact//messaging//¿por qué hacer eso?

[treadingdawn]

[Click.]

[Is this for real?]

[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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and to stop the muscle that makes us confess

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

Good. Right, then. That's all, right?

Ed glances around the room and his eyes rest again on the model ship that Caspian's been building.

"You've got quite the passion for ships, don't you?" he leans a little to the side, the easy sort of teasing manner returning. It was better this way, if they didn't speak of it.

The boys of this household seemed to have their own language, one that only they could understand- silence and meaningful looks. He and Peter certainly relied on it.

and to stop the muscle that makes us confess

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

How much do you know, King Edmund the Just?! Not that Caspian has any grounds for questioning, the younger brother's grip on subtlety is just as solid as his older sibling's. He glances to the ship then back to Ed. A passion for ships is fairly accurate, but it would be more proper to say he has a passion for exploration and adventure. What experience combines the two better than seafaring? Still, a passion for ships suffices. He smiles, a more casual manner returning opposed to the objectively diplomatic one.

"Yes, you can say that. We do not seem to care for the sea as much as we used to, for people who descended from sailors that is."