Feb 23, 2020 15:59
Is your faith shaken? Do you need to do some soul searching? Just want a listening ear?
Feel free to dive into action threading here. Just tag with any location of your preference and Aslan will come to you in some way, shape, or form.
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He knows why Peter is here.
He will do his best, what is required of him, to ease the High King.
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They will have spring again and soon.
As he knows to do, he kneels, arms at his sides, head lowered again and feeling like a child who has been told it's for your own good one too many times.
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You are frustrated. I do not blame you.
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Where to start?
He has no idea.
"Lucy is very happy," he says after a while, but he doesn't sound as glad as he wants to be.
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"She has been wanting to see me and not mirage for some time," says the lion with another nod. "And you," he asks, golden eyes staring into blue ones.
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Don't lie, he reminds himself.
"I didn't think I would ever see you again," he admits, foolishness at the edges of his heart and the tip of his tongue. "Before that night at the beach, and then," he pauses, swallowing the wrong words. I didn't know if I could believe that... Glancing to the side, the slight furrow if his brow says much. I don't mean to doubt...but when I do I'm not sure that I am sorry. "...well I am ( ... )
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The lion doesn't say these words because he is sure Peter knows them. If he does not know them now he will come to learn them on his own, sooner or later, and that is the best way to understand. To untie the Gordian Knot on his own rather than be told how to do it. Was that not how the young man from Finchley won his first battle at Beruna? He was not told how, only that he must, and because of it here stands a great man today. Even great men have doubts. Aslan knows this and does not fault him for it.
"I am glad to see you too, Peter," he says in a low purr before a wet tongue slips out to lick his sword hand. The surface is rough and like sand paper as any cat's, but the gesture counts all the same. Subtle, wild, and still loving.
"You're worried. Ask me your questions," Aslan urges.
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"Caspian," the name leave a strange taste with him, the detachment of three words separating him from the person himself, the person who does not seem to remember at all. "He seems to be...missing something." And happier for it, the blond admits mentally but the concern remains for what was done to make it happen, and if so, at what cost.
There is, even after that, the other thing.
What was so terrible that you took it so wholly away, or made it so? Accusation has no place here, not in the face of he who has given them all so much--and taken it a small voice interjects but he pushes it as far from him as possible--and even now provides a subtle comfort.
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What have you done?
"He is missing what was not his to have in the first place," Aslan says calmly.
What needed to be done.
Then the lion's brow furrows. On a creature so wild and untamed it may not look expressive at all, but he and Peter have known each other for some time. It pales in comparison to a thousand years, to two thousand years, but the High King still knows him better than most and it accounts for something ( ... )
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