[LOGS]

[wintersking]

[you and me were never meant to be part of the future]

1. Peter → [scars]
2. Peter → [starlight]

[all we have is now]

1. Peter/Caspian/Susan/Lucy → [christmas come early]
2. Caspian → [idle conversation]
3. Peter → [messenger]
4. Peter/Caspian → [the ambush]
5. Caspian → [a christmas present without wrappings]
6. Peter → [like vines, we

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Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

Well now. Caspian reaches for Edmund's wrist, looking to grasp it firmly and prevent that blade from touching his throat which would certainly give the Just a victory for this round. The weight on top of him is slighter than what he's used to but no less deadly. That in mind he could be reminded of his first meeting with one very noble rodent, but surprise gave Reepicheep the edge that time. He was not expecting his attacker to be a Talking Mouse. At least he knows Edmund, maybe not as well as he'd like, but well enough to certainly put up his own in a fight. He's reminded of his older brother instead, a good swordfight and tackle, one straddling the other, and the intensity of his gaze when he's looking down at the Telmarine, the glaring difference being what doesn't follow his encounter with Edmund. No lips to the ear, cementing victory on not just one battlefield but two. Still, Caspian can see why they make such a good team.

There's a second in which Caspian looks Edmund directly in the eye, unaware of the thought he broadcasts by touch alone. And then he's struggling to push the weight of him off, rolling to reverse positions.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[wintersking]

Right now, Caspian's got the upper hand. That has to change. About right now.

Except that when the Telmarine grabs his wrist, all of his own thoughts are blocked from his mind for a short moment and replaced by-

An image. Peter holding Caspian down, leaning to whisper something in his ear, licking his ear.

Edmund draws a blank for a moment as to why he might be picturing this.

"Sorry?" he asks in confusion, hearing the Telmarine say something. More like whispered something so faint that he couldn't even make out the words. "Did you say something?"

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

They're still playing--er... sparring aren't they?

He relents, tilting his head at the brunette.

"Pardon," Caspian asks, genuinely curious and not at all suspicious that Edmund could be trying to trick him.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[wintersking]

"You just said something. About Peter." he's confused as well, now. And wonders why Caspian's speaking so much louder as of now.

He loosens his grip now, as well.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

"No I didn't."

Oh for the love of Narnia. At this point Caspian completely releases Edmund's wrist but doesn't disengage from the straddle. This is just in case he is being tricky.

"Well you are complimentary," he admits, but he doesn't recall saying this outloud.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[wintersking]

Edmund frowns, wanting to figure this out.

"It wasn't that. It was an image, a memory." he says distractedly, worrying at his bottom lip. It had definitely been Caspian's voice speaking to him then.

"At any rate, it doesn't matter. I must have gotten something mixed." he knows that it's definitely not the end of the matter, but he's going to let it pass for now.

He gives Caspian a couple of seconds to take his last statement as a sign to begin again.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

Oh. Oh. Oh horseshit.

Don't be transparent don't be transparent don't be transparent don't be transparent don't be transparent don't be transparent.

Caspian nods, slowly at first. If he plays ignorant like one plays dead to a bear maybe Edmund won't question it. He swallows and hopes even that was subtle. Right, begin again. Except... He gestures to the snow drift. If he can get up and retrieve the blade maybe he can buy himself time for regaining composure.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[wintersking]

If you think Edmund didn't notice your facial expression right there, Caspian, you're dead wrong. And also a fool. He sees more than what most people think he does, just doesn't say anything about it. For now.

He gets up, sword in hand, and nods once. Giving Caspian time to retrieve his sword is chivalry, and he is a knight after all. It's only fair.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

Caspian's going to pretend like that exchange never happened, however it happened, except not knowing how it happened is the worst part of it. While he's moving away to retrieve his sword he remembers the image that came to mind, how similar it is to what Edmund perceived, and how it came to him when he touched the Just. If that's how this works.... He raises his sword along with a sheepish smile.

"Perhaps that is enough for the day."

It isn't my place to tell you.

Smooth Caspian X, real smooth.