tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; Oct. 24, evening
Rating; PG?
Characters; Peter Pevensie

lionrampante and Caspian X

treadingdawn
Summary; It's hard not to beat a Potionsmaster and a Werewolf, but losing to a Saxon? Come on, they can't even vote yet.
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[Not that Caspian minds losing, just this once. He was always easier to dazzle. He still has a little rhythm in his step even while walking along the street, away from the competition, on the way home.]

You never told me it was that fun.

[Giant cocker spaniel is giant and cocker spaniely.]

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Ms. Saxon was just the better dancer. It had nothing to do with who led.

[O snap son.]

What skills do you know?

[Hands up, counting off his fingers.]

Your horsemanship is above average, you're very good with a broadsword, you've a tendency to fight dirty but only when it is deserved, you have a knack for tactics and intimidation, you're not a bad kisser, you're not a bad singer, and for what it's worth you're a pleasant dancer.

[He has a bad poker face so he can't possibly be bluffing, right?]

I don't fight dirty.

[There are so many things wrong with that list he doesn't even know where to start.]

Only above average? I'm far better than you are, and what do you mean not bad?

[Punching uncle in the leg wound? Rly now.]

You don't have a rapport with your horse, you don't even have a horse.

[Unlike Caspian who is BFF with Destrier... or something. Then he tilts his head. Caspian can play this game.]

Well you do form full vowels but sometimes there's a little retard on your part.

That doesn't make me any less of a rider. It could be argued that because you know your horse so well, you're actually worse off, because he's more forgiving of your mistakes.

[That's confusing, Caspian.]

What?

I don't think he's very forgiving.

[Feeling the phantom bruise on his head already. And he pinches the air with his fingers and makes a pull back gesture.]

Retard, slacken, to pull back. I'm instigating, Peter.

Well I'd say your horsemanship is decent, but it could be better. It's hardly better than mine.

You're doing a wonderful job at it.

[Giving Peter a look that says "Riiight." then a hand to his side.]

Relax, I'm sorry.

ooc: Off to the hosp, be back in a couple hours!

[Siiigh. Overreaction maybe.]

You're allowed to bring up my faults.

[It doesn't mean he'll accept them without a fight though.]

ooc: have fun!

[That hand turns into an arm snaking around his waist to lean in and whisper those three special words into Peter's ear.]

Yes, I know.

[Caspian is a tricky thing.]

[Eyeroll.]

You're not sorry at all.

[Smirk.]

Do I need to be? Do I have to make it up to you?

Not if you like being considered insincere.

[Staring directly at Caspian. Peter can quip back too.]

I don't think I could think of a punishment severe enough.

I'm not insincere, I'm very honest.

[Giving Peter's hand a squeeze. His suggestion is more a punishment for the High King than anything.]

Another dance perhaps.

Another?

[Aren't they all danced out for the day?]

As long as it doesn't involve a stage and hundreds of spectators.

[Caspian has energy for a 48 hour day but for Peter perhaps he can slow down, sigh.]

It is only you and I here.

[A little rhythm never hurt anyone now.]

Edited 2008-10-25 02:27 (UTC)

[Caspian's like the dancing energizer bunny, srsly. And this is the signal for Caspian to start. Only time you'll be given the opportunity to lead, Caspian.]

ooc: durk, back soon.

[Hot diggity he's taking advantage of this, leading Peter into something much more Narnian in style, though certainly more lively than any stiff court dance.]

Love me or leave me or let me be lonely. You won't believe me but I love you only.

[It sounds amazing in his accent right, and the melting of both worlds is the closest he can get to earth without having his purpose be to beat up some school bullies.]

[That causes Peter to raise an eyebrow, because that song is definitely something he's heard before, and it wasn't in Narnia.]

Where did you learn that?

[Because Caspian can totally sing and answer at the same time.]

[Yes he can, damnit.]

I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else.

[Sorry Peter, since he's leading, you're the woman. Twist! Not missing a beat.]

Here, in my spare time.

[If Peter wasn't so busy being amused by Caspian learning modern songs he'd be fighting for that position.]

You might find the night time the right time for kissing

[Without missing a beat. He's just that good.]

I was hoping you would know it.

[Oh Peter's good, but that still makes him a follower. Besides, Caspian just looks better taking the lead, being tall, dark, and handsome, or something delusional like that.]

But night time is my time for just reminiscing. Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else.

[As Fred Astaire says, dancing cheek to cheek.]

[Is that a challenge? And please, Caspian. You better know the lyrics well or else Peter'll correct you.]

There'll be no one unless that someone is you.

[He might not be as good a singer as Caspian, but he won't admit that.]

[Well he knows the lyrics, b-b-but it's the only song from the era that he knows.]

I intend to be independently blue, blue, blue.

[Classically trained; the things a boy endures just to be a well rounded prince. It's a little funny to have his arm guided around his waist, because Peter's the High King and twice his age and with a few other factors it's a bit wrong. But it doesn't feel that way.]

[Just don't get used to it, Caspian. It feels like a good time for Peter to commandeer the lead, and he's anything but subtle about it.]

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