Log: Complete

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; Aug. 13 (sunset)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Peter Pevensie lionrampante, Caspian X treadingdawn
Summary; One wonders how they seem to find enough hours in the day for anything anymore.
Log;

[As he said the previous evening, Caspian is at the glen where the shadows from the setting sun pull across the grass. He's reclined against a tree, one knee up, arm relaxed. Destrier isn't with him.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter hasn't been out this far before, and it's taken him a while to actually get there. But as promised, he does show up.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[All the more reason to not head back right away. Caspian looks up.]

Peter.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter stops a small distance away from Caspian's tree.]

Hello, Caspian.

[He says evenly, more quieter than usual.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[He stands up, because it's the first thing that comes to mind on instinct.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter stands his ground, but he's smilingly slightly now. Is the atmosphere tense, or is it just him?]

How did you discover this place?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[It's a summer evening with a clear sky and a near full moon approaching. There's some tension all right.]

Every morning I ride out and try to find some place new.

[Explorer, navigator, and seafarer is in his genes it seems.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

You've been keeping busy.

[Sigh. Peter sits, more like falls, down onto the grass. This uneasy small talk is weird.]

Caspian-

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

There are barely enough hours in the day.

[Caspian counters then sits after Peter, no flopping Telmarines here.]

Yes?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[He leaves it to Caspian to infer what.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Infer? Infer?? Caspian asks the hard questions, remember.]

For what.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian surely isn't the brightest bulb out there.]

I don't think this is a good time.

[Cold feet? Maybe?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Impulsive, maybe! He watches Peter for a moment.]

Are you afraid? Unprepared?

[Not accusingly, of course.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

No.

[It comes out a bit harsher than he expected.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[His brow furrows briefly. There are words he's hearing, and he has a hard time believing that he still hears them. Then Caspian steels his nerve and looks Peter in the eye. Just looks.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[He stares back. Even if Peter is feeling a little hesitant, he's not going to show it.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Well, twice is nice, however that saying goes. And it's much easier when they're on the grass to crawl forward and repeat the other night's performance.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter has plenty of time to avoid it, but for once, he doesn't. He unconsciously leans closer towards Caspian, before pulling away quickly. This is weird to him.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Hand to Peter's shirt, his grip on the fabric is firm but not restraining. If he likes it he should stay, and furthermore he knows that when not given a direct "choice" in the matter, Peter Pevensie is more apt to action.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter moves his hands over Caspian's to remove it.]

Caspian...

[There's warning in his voice. He has his reasons he could use as a cop out, but hell. They're already here. He doesn't finish his sentence but instead leans forward to copy Caspian, only slightly more aggressively.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He's heard that tone before, but this isn't Beruna and the previous night wasn't a failure on both their parts. Aggressively or assertively, it doesn't matter because Caspian accepts it.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[After a few seconds, he pulls back. His cheeks are a bit flushed; it's the first time he's done something so impulsively before. Peter turns away, apparently very intent on watching the sunset.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Caspian purses, wanting a little more, but he relents at the color on Peter's face. He decides he rather likes that color on him. Then he shifts on the grass, getting more comfortable to watch with him.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[For once, Peter doesn't have anything to say. Probably a good thing, since he could come out and say something potentially mood killing. The sunset's a good enough distraction for now.]