Death to Death [closed]

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday | December 6 | Late afternoon, going into sundown.
Rating; PG-13? IDK the movies are like lol no bloooood...but there be blood here, so. Yes.
Characters; Caspian (treadingdawn), Lucy (lionesscouchant). Jadis (queenoftraitors), Peter (oshutup) Susan (lionessjant) & SPECTATORS (see below cut for details)
Summary; A challenge made in public name of previous personal trespasses, for the otherwise undisclosed purpose of cutting off winter's stone-tipped chill.
Log;

♚detaiiiiils.♕
Location: stadium, looking vaguely like the ring with broken columns and whatnot you see here....but larger as to be in keeping with stadium size, etc, etc. That's a basic idea though.

Annnnd threads will be made for the following 83

I. Pre-duel
a) [locked: Pevensies + Caspian]
b) [locked: Jadis + Allies]
II. Duel [locked: Jadis VS. Peter]
III. Duel [the public, anyone present and watching in the stadium, and while this obviously includes Caspian, Lucy, and Susan, we are opening it for anyone else who would be there and wants to actually do a semi-real-time reaction log. It doesn't have to be fancy, it's just an opportunity that we thought might be interesting to offer, and fun, perhaps. Reply to the main [blank] thread labeled as such with whatever your character is doing, or similarly, to another character's action if you want to interact, reacting.]
IV. Post-duel [locked: Pevensies + Caspian]

Comments

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

As long as that isn't a remark on Peter not willing to ride a steed in full armor unless it's a unicorn then Destrier has no complaints.

Only a half-pause follows Peter's single word of gratitude. And in that half-pause Caspian thinks of what to say again. He has been in the seat of the throne for a year now, he should be much better at this than that. Yet not in all his time as king, however long or short it might seem to others, has he ever encountered what he's shared with Peter Pevensie. These things that need no detailing, things that are simply understood. Penmanship, leadership, and diplomacy do not compare. They have little place in the sandbox. So he chooses not to say anything at all and chooses to do, knowing the High King is familiar with the language.

The Telmarine brings one hand up to Peter's chin as the other settles on his side. He leans down to press his lips to the other man's forehead, his favor as King, and the hand at his side pats him through the red fabric and chainmail twice, his favor as a friend.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

There is something impossibly intimate about Caspian X, something that irritates High King Peter to no end, even while it intrigues him just as endlessly. It is too vulnerable, the blond often thinks, too forthcoming, too pleasantly invasive of whatever one constructs for the keeping of personal space. Knowing this about the other king, Peter came to the conclusion some time ago that it is also the reason for Caspian's trouble with girls and miscommunication, but he keeps that much to himself. Susan punching him was probably, he thinks, enough of a red flag to that sort of thing.

How is it different for you though, he wonders at himself. You think too much and too little, is the follow up to that and he receives the last pair of favors as gracefully as he knows how. The kiss, he accepts with eyes that close briefly in acknowledgment, while the pat to his side merits a small smile and a shake of his head, even as he steps back.

"Go on then," he gestures with a nod of his head at the door. "Won't be long now, I expect." Minutes? He hasn't paid enough attention to the time, he realizes as he turns away, back to the table, hand finding helmet, dryness of throat not enough to get him to pick up the glass instead.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian said it before that he doesn't carry a shield into battle. The same applies here and with it all the advantages and disadvantages of not using one. He is pleasantly invasive, cutting as a sword and dagger would or pressing the flat of the blade against skin to let the metal soak in the warmth of another. A thread of intimacy weaves its way into everything he does but the tapestry work itself is expansive and complex wherein one might never find the corner ends at all. It's the Telmarine's way and it has gotten him in trouble but it's his way.

He stands straight again and nods to Peter. He should go and sit and watch and wait, nearly unblinking, never turning away. "Put it on," Caspian suggests, gaze to the helmet, "it doesn't hide your looks that much."

A tip of the hat to vanity, even if vanity is more a friend to Caspian X than Peter Pevensie. It's with an ironic brush of embroidery and other lush and luxurious things that he takes his leave.