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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.

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[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, she saw that, actually. And she was not pleased at all. Thankfully Edmund intervened. How was it that the two who were often such close, dear friends be so swift to be harsh? Susan would have dismissed it to be a behavior trait of boys, but Edmund and Peter hardly resorted to that behavior unless they truly meant a brotherly harm.

Did they want to hurt each other? Well, at least hurt the person in front of them. Peter's current condition was just as confusing to her as it had been from the beginning. There was no doubt that behind that face it was her brother. How did this come to pass, and for what reason was not yet answered clearly. They all deserved time and answers. All at once would be far too overwhelming. Patience and understanding were required. Perhaps Caspian needed such a gentle reminder.

"Are you alright?" Already her lips are pursed to prevent herself from outwardly scowling at the Telmarine. Now that that is over with and the house is still, they can talk.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

For Susan who knows the depth of their closeness, a closeness one would never have guessed ever existed after today's display, he gives her real words. She deserves them after all, and knowing what she does it is just as likely that she has the best reason to scowl at him. To yell at him. To tell him he shouldn't have lashed out at Peter who has his own trouble just being in someone else's body. Trouble, everything seems to boil down to that. He nods though it is half-hearted and he still can't bring his eyes to meet hers.

"Yes, I will be fine," Caspian says. It isn't a lie in the purely physical sense. He isn't harmed and the High King didn't suffocate him enough to cause a black out. That would be most unforgivable. "I am sorry," you had to see that, but he keeps the last part to himself, knowing Susan has every right to have seen it unfold.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

"He's already upset with himself for many reasons." She's edging into that and so you should not pressing territory. Talks are not so difficult when these kings know that they're acting out in ways that should be reconsidered. Only a few days ago, she was talking to her brother about displaying anger. Maybe they should both have the same talk. Peter later, seems as though he had not learned quite as much as she thought.

"I hope that you'll apologize to Peter too. And he to you." Susan would never, ever say that the Telmarine deserved to be treated so. A sigh rises and releases as Susan reaches out to touch his arm.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I know, but it doesn't give him any right to--"

Caspian stops himself, teeth pinching on the tip of his tongue before he says something he'll regret, even if it's to his sister and not to Peter's face, or the face he wears, whichever it is. Apologize? Really? So soon? The Telmarine appears sour for a moment at the thought. He is sorry for what he said, he should not have brought their argument to that level. What's passed is the past, we can never know what could have happened, but what will happen is another matter entirely and all that. But such things are difficult to keep in mind when anger gets the best of him. Considering his combatant, it wasn't likely either of them would choose the more civil way of handling things.

"I will," in a few years, he thinks to himself sarcastically. No. Soon. He only wishes he didn't care enough to push it off by years. Finally Caspian lifts his brown eyes up to Susan's pale blue ones.

"Are you disappointed? I don't want you to be," he says to her quietly. After failing her and Lucy that time, he doesn't think he could stand to disappoint them again. It was his personal responsibility, not as the remaining man in the house but as their friend, and he failed.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Thankfully he stops himself. Susan gives his arm a squeeze. Though perhaps a pinch could have got her point across.

"I know that you're upset too. Lashing out won't help you feel better." She herself would like to. Especially at that cheeky mischief maker who fails to see just how terrible this situation is. Susan would like to believe that all people thought about what their actions did to others. Lan was not one of those people for certain.

When Caspian finally meets her eyes Susan can see the true outcome of the confrontation. "Disappointed? Oh Caspian. Don't ask such things like that." There's a shred of disappointment. Not large enough at all for Susan to tell him so. Still, he won't get away so easily. "Frustrated is more like it. This is an awful lot to take at once."

How is it that she can keep herself so composed? Susan surprises herself. Someone has to.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Please don't pinch, he's sensitive. Well not really but it would certainly come as a surprise to him. Well not really considering she hit him once before, twice actually, but that was then and this is now. Well anyway he is glad for the squeeze to his arm. Yes he is upset, Caspian is more upset than he wishes to be, but someone has to. Did she see how that cheeky mischief maker strutted his stuff in Peter's skin? Did she see how the High King seemed shut off from the rest of them? He wonders if Susan knows about the coldness of his skin and how that may contribute to his behavior. Caspian knows part of his frustration stems from the lack of a pulse, but he knew not where to put it except on Peter Pevensie's face. And that face isn't even really his to begin with. Acknowledging this chases the thunder away briefly, a brief respite. It was pointless to attack him beyond satisfying some misplaced aggression.

"I know," he says with a rub to his knuckles. They're mildly red from hitting Peter, and it was a hard hit not just from having a victim slight in stature. He truly wanted to hurt Peter. Caspian huffs softly, nodding once more. "You do not have to be so level-headed. You can shout if you wish," he offers, perhaps in a lighter tone as if to remind her she doesn't always have to be a pillar even though the Gentle is good at it.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

This whole ridiculous prank or trap (both look possible so far it looks like the latter) has caused a rift. They can't celebrate his return because Peter is not entirely there. Something has been lost in the transference. Not a feature but at least a basic means of familiarity. The hands that hold and strangle are not Peter's. Susan has not yet experienced first hand the cold touch of his fingertips. If she had, she'd certainly be less calm.

Why does he want her to be so down on him? Maybe the answer is that he thinks that he deserves it. Either way, even though she won't pinch or punch Caspian. Susan gives him a shove and a little more stern look. "I can tell you just as much talking to you. And you had better listen. We depend on one another. The last time that we all fought among ourselves we could have killed one another! That can't happen again. Why bother hitting or hurting?"

This magic farce has revived the fear of the White Witch's influence in Susan. There is no telltale imprint of her in this plot. If there was could they tell? A little bird was stuck on her table for quite sometime. None of them knew it. And not too long ago she, Peter and Caspian were under the dark magic thrall of that blasted wand. Wicked magic sought to tear them apart.

"What good are we to each other if we don't show that we care when it is needed." That's what Peter needs. That's what Caspian needs. That's what Susan needs.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I only meant that..."

Nevermind. Don't dig a deeper hole for yourself, Caspian X. He recovers from the shove without issue but does recoil just a bit from her stern expression. It isn't cowering necessarily, but he is cowed, and rightly so. Enough with the wallowing, that's what he gets from this. Angry or not, feeling sorry for themselves won't help the situation at all. Unlike other members of this household, Susan Pevensie has her priorities straight.

"I'm listening," he says quickly, then casts his gaze downward again, teeth nipping on his bottom lip, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper, and I am not being fair, I know." He swallows, yes they could have killed one another that time, and he thinks they could kill each other now. But Peter didn't mean for it to get that far, right? He would not have left so quickly if he did... High King Peter the Magnificent would simply do it if he truly wanted to.

After a thought, Caspian reaches out to her hand, if she'll let him take it into both his own.

"I want to fix this, I know I cannot do it by myself and I should not expect him to want to cooperate so soon," I just want a reason to not care, I want a reason to justify wanting to go home to Narnia. But he would never leave them here, not by choice, not in this state.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

She supposed that he got what he wanted. It didn't make Susan feel any better. Brash actions must have a kind of method to be mastered. She let's him take her hand. This is her reassurance that this is her best form of action now.

"This isn't fair to anybody except for that-that pest. He's the only one that is enjoying himself." That's dismay in her voice with a bit of accusation to their flighty friend Lan. "Ask Peter to forgive you and get your apology then. I've already forgiven you."

Peter Pevensie is a stubborn man in a stubborn boy's body. It looks as though the person their dealing with is disagreeable too. With this much against returning Peter to his proper body, this will have to be a group effort. "This will be sorted together."

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Why me first?

The voice in his head asks as only a petulant prince turned king would, or as any stupid stubborn boy would. In his mind it's clear that Peter ought to apologize first for his behavior which led to Caspian's poor temper exploding on the lawn and so on and so forth. It could take days to root out this problem and even so all of it could just as easily trace back to one fateful day in a forest where two blades crossed paths. A tricky situation, this. Susan speaks the most logically and that is what his stubbornness can't handle. Nevertheless, the Telmarine nods.

"I understand, Susan, I do," he squeezes her hand as the thought but he has to be willing to listen too runs through his mind. Boys will be boys, really.

"Yes, it will. Together, because anything else would be a foolish mistake," that is how a family works isn't it? That is what he ought to be learning from the Pevensies. A moment passes and Caspian lifts his chin to appear confident, to appear sorted even though he isn't. He will try to be.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

She accepts his nod with a brief easy smile. Her serious face comes back not too soon after, with less of a need to be extra firm. A little ray of hope in a cloudy time can go a long way. Caspian will get his soon.

"Good." Squeeze back to you too good Telmarine. Don't let anyone down here. "We've done big things together. This should be easy." That's optimism rather than honesty belief.