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[treadingdawn]

I apologize, Pilot, I do not think the poetry is working for me. Otherwise, I have found a good way to keep my mind from dwelling on the events of this week.

I find myself thinking of home and turn my attention to Cair Paravel. I wish to rebuild what thirteen hundred years have torn down and restore its glory as the Seat of the Court. With the Pevensies here I could ask them to describe the castle to me. I would be delighted to hear of its marvel from the lips of those who last lived it. I would make some additions as well, I cannot ignore an entire heritage over the tyranny of a few. Perhaps a compass rose with gold inlay along the halls or birds of prey along the towers would suffice. There should be an orchard or two or five and a grand courtyard. My main quarters will face the sea and I will keep carnations at my windows.

I wonder if I should rebuild their quarters. Is it an honorable gesture or a hopeless one? Two are to return by His word so I would like to be prepared for them, and I would be a poor friend to not extend the gesture to their brother and sister. I wonder how different each room would be from the other. They are siblings, certainly, but they are all very individual. I would not allow anyone to use these rooms beyond tending to daily maintenance, I would not even visit them myself. I do not think I could. ... But that isn't befitting of a citadel at all, it's befitting of a tomb. The Kings and Queens of Old should be celebrated not mourned. I will keep that loss to myself where it belongs.

I can plan all these things and still have to question: in the future, where will I be?

.... ..... [Click.]

Comments

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

My drawings won't be as accurate as Lucy's, but they should have the general idea.

[Pause.]

Have you been drinking?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

No. Is it so hard to believe that I could think this way? You don't have to answer that.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

So you're voicing all your thoughts?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I think so, and that does not under any circumstances imply that for the majority I don't. Some things are simply more appropriate for different times. For example, I am glad you are speaking to me today.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear that.

[Thinking. This is odd.]

Why?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Thinking this is unbalanced.]

I thought you might still be cross with me. I did speak ill of your luck though I had no intention to take pleasure in it running out.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be cross at you for that. I would have been affected even if we didn't bring up the topic of luck.

[Although, great reminder of the argument the other day. That still might bother him.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Slight nod, nevermind some flushing cheeks.]

That is comforting. I do not wish to spoil a friendship over something unnecessary.

This is awkward.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I don't think it would have been spoiled over something so trivial.

[You'd think they'd have more to talk about with no inner monologue.]

Mainly for you.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I suppose I deserve that.

Lucy says your cheek tastes like vanilla. I had almost added to it, though in partial agreement.

[Does Peter really want to know.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

What sort of conversation did that come from?

[Apparently yes.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Ice cream. She said you would make only vanilla a legitimate flavor with no regard for mint or 'rocky road' and while I agree that vanilla has its merits and that perhaps you do taste similarly I cannot stand by such a gesture. Why would you do that?

[Does he regret it now?!]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[He's just trying to process it all.]

I was teasing Lucy. And no, I don't taste like ice cream, and I don't know how you would have even gotten that impression.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You don't taste like ice cream literally. I mean that you are not particularly sweet or soft, neither are you overstimulating but you provide a comfort all the same.

[Uh... awkward moment of silence.]

It is like you said about the ice cream.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Not many people use ice cream as a comparison.

[Think think. Awkwaaaaard.]

I'll take it as a compliment.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It is a compliment. I would not mean it any other way.

It isn't simply a passing fancy.

[And quickly.]

I am going to find something to occupy my mouth so that I may shut up now.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Quick kiss!]

Just choose a different topic to talk about.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Quick grab to Peter's collar for a second one.]

I told Claire I would take her to the prom. I do not even know what that is but it sounds promising.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Prom? Huh? The term is lost in translation.]

A concert? It's a bit late in the season for a promenade.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Wow. Just... wow.]

Is that what it is? I do like music. I play a little bit myself so a concert would be most enjoyable. You should come too.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It sounds like a two person affair. I don't want to impose.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Giving him a look, the kind that says: Wat.]

You wouldn't be imposing. I would want you there. And in any case, Claire knows.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

You told her I was going?

[Way to jump the gun there, Caspian.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No she knows I'd want you to go.

[Oh he coughs and tries to not say anymore.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[He's not letting you get away so easily.]

What did you mean by that, then?