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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]

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?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Are you thick?

[But Caspian uses the Quiet Voice.]

I mean that she knows we are a bit closer than brothers in arms I didn't mean to simply tell her out of some sense of pride or pleasure but she wanted to know why I had that trouble with Susan and she's someone I trust you know I wouldn't have done it if she wasn't Claire.

[One breath. Palm to face.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It takes a few seconds to digest this.]

You told her? I haven't even told my family, and I know I'm closer to them then you are to Claire.

Why didn't you tell me earlier? How long has she known?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A month? Two? I don't know, I told her in passing, and she was concerned. She's very good at keeping secrets or at least withholding one for another.

[Making a pained expression, edging close to blowing Claire's secret too.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

That's not the issue here.

[Annoyed Peter is annoyed.]

It's not something you'd go and tell everyone about.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I didn't tell everyone, I told Claire and she is the only person I would tell, regardless of how close we are compared to you and your family. She is my friend and I know where I stand with her.

[Stubborn Caspian is stubborn.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Why didn't you tell me she knew?

[They can both be stubborn.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Butting heads though now he has to avert his gaze.]

Perhaps I didn't think you would trust my judgment, nor do I want you to believe that I would pressure you into telling your family first.

ooc: PS. you cursed the con, tons of Death Note today.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Considering the circumstances, it's not the most pressing matter on hand right now.