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[last_king]

One year.

He's been here a year, and always, no matter how much he's enjoyed it here at times, there's always been the constant lingering ache of not home, and the memory of the state Narnia was in when he left it

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[deserved_it]

Eustace is on his way towards the Bar when he spots Tirian. Frowning, he detours.

"All right, Tirian?"

[last_king]

"Eustace."

Tirian glances to him briefly, and then back to the door, as if afraid it'll vanish again if he doesn't watch it.

"You--you've not been able to see the front door since coming here, have you?"

[deserved_it]

He blinks.

"I -- have, actually. Since I first came in."

[last_king]

Tirian's eyebrows go up, and he looks back at Eustace.

"Really? I think the fact that I haven't is the only thing that's kept me here so long."

Glancing back towards the door, "And now I can."

[didntseeit]

It seems to be the day for doors, doesn't it?

Her eyes flick from his gaze to where her own door had been, briefly, and a strange expression passes over her face.

[last_king]

It takes longer than it usually would for Tirian to notice her. When he does, he gives a nod, and a somewhat shaky smile.

"Goodeven, lady."

[didntseeit]

"Buenas noches," and he gets a small smile back.

[last_king]

Normally Tirian's pretty good at polite conversation; tonight, he keeps glancing back towards the door, and there's something restless about him.

"My apologies," he says after a few moments of silence, and gives another slight smile. "I'm afraid you've not caught me at my best. But, all the same," he gives another nod, almost a seated bow. "Tirian of Narnia, at your service."

[called_lioness]

Lucy steps through the door, actually.

Lucy has had a quite long day, and is in desperate need of tea and sleep (and sleep without too-real dreams of another place would be more loved yet, but she'll take either).

...Lucy is also eyeing Tirian, a bit, when she spots him, and after getting said tea (and two aspirin) approaches, carefully carrying two cups and offering him one.

[last_king]

...Tea. Tea is good. Tirian accepts the cup almost mechanically, and then manages a shaky smile. "Lucy."

[called_lioness]

Lucy Pevensie: spreading the good drink since...however old she was when she first tasted it.

"Tirian." She follows his gaze for a minute.

And then she smiles, a very little.

"You can see it, can't you."

[last_king]

Tirian looks over at her, and his smile becomes a bit firmer, more real.

"Yes."

[the_seafarer]

It is hard not to see when a friend is staring in that particular direction, after having stayed for so very long, and when Caspian, coming in from the lake area with the winter chill on his coat and hair, sees Tirian, his own eyes track to the door and back again.

There is a seat near Tirian's, and he makes his way there, shedding coat and folding it over when he sits, a small smile on his lips. "Something has you caught, cousin."

[last_king]

Tirian almost starts when Caspian speaks.

"Caspian," he greets him, nodding, and looks back towards the door. "You could say that, yes."

[the_seafarer]

"I beg you mercy, Tirian, I didn't mean to startle you." He holds his kinsman's gaze briefly, and then lets his move back to the door. "You see it, then."

[last_king]

Tirian nods.

"Yes," he says, simply. "And if I've a chance to get back to Narnia, I have to take it."

[iustus_rex]

Edmund is heading to the bar for tea, when he spots Tirian. The amiable nod he starts to give pauses suddenly, and fades into a speculative glance.

Tea is postponed, in favor of crossing the room and dropping silently into the chair next to Tirian.

After a moment, "All right, Tirian?"

[last_king]

Tirian has his own tea, at this point, which he's clutching rather like a lifeline.

"Goodeven, Edmund," he says, and smiles wrly. "I'm...I can see the front door. For the first time since I've been here."

[iustus_rex]

"--Oh."

Just that, for a moment.

And then, "You'll go, then." Quiet and sober, and not a question. "Do you know when?"

[last_king]

"Soon," Tirian says. "I've heard that the door can leave again, once it appears, and I don't want to miss my chance."

It's the reason he's stayed in the bar and hoped to see people here, rather than going in search of them. If the door shows any signs of disappearing, he's charging for it.