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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]

[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.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No it isn't, so you shouldn't be too concerned about what Claire knows. She won't tell anyone and she won't think any less of you either.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's not the fact Claire knows that bothers me. It's the fact you told her, and didn't consider it important enough to inform me.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Well then. Caspian looks sheepish.]

It is important, but I didn't want to bother you about it considering your family.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

You could tell them, you know.

1/2

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Wait a minute. What.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Pardon?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It was a bad attempt at some kind of joke, but it's not a bad idea now that he thinks of it. Hand motion of dismissal.]

It's nothing.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The seed has been sown.]

I could if you wished it and I will tell you the next time I share it with anyone else which will not be anytime soon. Unless it is your family, and only with your permission.

I am running my mouth again.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't object if you did.

[Vague? Vague?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

They are your family, although Edmund and I have taken to calling each other 'brother' I believe I could speak with him. I do not recommend I tell Susan.

[No inner monologue and he's considering it.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'll handle it then.

[Just no telling of when. Oh, Susan.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Are you certain you want them to know at all, Peter?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[If he had a mustache he'd be stroking it.]

The conversation would be awkward at best, but it's only fair to them. They wouldn't keep something of that nature a secret from me, and it's only fair I act in the same manner.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He could have one were he older and in need of a shave.]

That is true.

[But now excited Caspian is excited and he takes Peter's hand for a squeeze and a kiss to the corner of the mouth. It's like asking to see Narnians.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter is much less excited, but Caspian's mood is contagious and Peter gives a quick peck back. He'll figure this all out sometime.]