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[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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I know you don't listen to me...

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

His leather and metal sounds with each heavy solid step.

"What makes you say that," Caspian asks, perhaps valuing Zach's opinion for a split second. Maybe he is humoring it.

I know you don't listen to me...

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

"The creatures here don't talk, won't follow orders, and the arms dealers--I mean the ones I've heard of--you wouldn't know what to do with what they sell anyway. You're probably better off making your way above ground," he reasons casually, eyes ever avoiding his friend, if mainly because he does not like to see him as he stands now, a different man.

I know you don't listen to me...

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He recognizes this approach, or so he thinks. It is the same kind Blair Waldorf attempted, only Zachary Smith feels more subtle. At least this one cannot offer him an heir. Brown eyes glance aside to the younger man as he pauses in the dark seemingly empty walkway.

"I will not wage a war with metal birds and switches that set off destruction from afar. I will not let my armies sink to the level of those from Earth," he hisses with disgust then raises his chin to look Zach straight in the eye. "Narnia has a king who will ride fearlessly in front of all others," he states before turning back to the entrance.

I know you don't listen to me...

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

And again with the following, but he doesn't mind. He is always following the one or two people he cares about most, whatever the situation, and that's how it's always going to be, well, until he can't anymore. But that's out of his hands. This isn't. So he follows.

"I know," he admits, and this is honest too, bowing his head for a moment as they come out of the entrance again, peering up then at the sky. How much longer is the day?

"Anyway," he brushes past the young king, pausing near his bike. "Even if you did raise an army, what about the deities?"

I know you don't listen to me...

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He doesn't like this brushing past his shoulder and narrows his gaze at Zach, but this time it is brief. As for the deities... he straightens his posture when he speaks. Caspian's tone is most sure of himself.

"I have faith in Aslan who has faith in me."

Deities against the son of the Emperor-Over-Sea? They don't stand a chance.

I know you don't listen to me...

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Having nothing to say to that he shakes his head, realizing that in addition to his presence not being exactly wanted--which he expects--it's not helpful to anyone either. The least he can do is tell someone where the Telmarine is. His first thought is the Pevensies of course and he sends a message on his network device to mention that one, Caspian X, is near the Underground, or was at whatever time it happens to be. Then he eyes the king, directly, not at all intimidated by him, even if he does not like him this way.

It's like looking at a stranger.

"Good luck," he says and doesn't hesitate to nudge the kickstand up and pedal away, not hurried and not slow, normal. He treats it as a normal thing, even if it is absolutely anything but.

I know you don't listen to me...

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

The way Zach looks at him doesn't go unnoticed. Even moreso is the fearlessness in it that Caspian detects, possibly admires were it used for something else besides what he believes is personal or emotional attachment. Such things are useless and lead only to being kept down by those more ambitious, those with backbone. Caspian X will not be like this kind of man. It's a shame, he thinks, that Zach uses his tenacity for such endeavors. In the end, where does it take him? What will Zach do when he is standing in the middle of his home in Odessa and there is no one left to say goodbye? He will not be this kind of man. Not anymore.

Caspian wishes his friend no such farewell.