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And why would that stop you from coming to me?

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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I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight oshutup April 18 2009, 05:59:55 UTC

This hour of night the woods are dark against a darker sky. Approaching, the High King isn't sure he entirely expects to meet anyone, and he won't presume to say this is the same as giving that being a chance. In a way, he knows he comes to this place just for a moment of peace. It's selfish, and he knows that too. He should be at home, at the house, where Lucy and Susan are, where everyone else is. Then again, they are all more grown up than they look, and capable of taking care of themselves. Having told them he was going for a walk, he trusts that they know he won't do anything foolish. Truth is, he only went to the Hall to ascertain what they all already knew, but rather than go home, he came to this place, and little guess as to why.

Deeper into the wood, he pauses, one hand pressed flat to the side of a tree, fingers spreading then tapping once each, a singular rhythm that doesn't quite finish, a tone of waiting.

You know I'm here, he thinks, and it is his own weakness, likely, that keeps him from saying that out loud.

I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight nevertame April 18 2009, 06:15:04 UTC

Oh he knows. He knows very well.

It doesn't mean he'll make an easy announcement. There is a rustling of heavy leaves, of the trees speaking in a language that might be familiar in that other place but likens itself only to the wind in this one. Then a sharp crack sounds and a shadow springs from the widest branch to the forest floor, massive paws narrowly missing Peter Pevensie. His highest knight on high. Aslan turns to face him down, golden eyes reflecting as only a cat's would except there's no other light source here save for the moon and the stars. His eyes need no explanation.

I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight oshutup April 18 2009, 06:29:58 UTC

Maybe he should have come here first, instead of the Hall.

That's his initial thought.

It's followed quickly by: but I would have checked both anyway, does it really make a difference?

The fact that it's not a question he dares let past his lips is telling enough, but he stands with his own pride and strength, on which and from which he has built many things and defended others. All stillness and replying silence, there is eventually only the modest inclination of his head, an arguably poor replacement for kneeling or a bow, but there is something to be said for subtle authenticity and an honest if understated respect. Before him, the great lion knows, of all creatures, how Peter ultimately feels toward him, as a symbol, as an entity, and though more distant and never tame, a friend--though this last only, perhaps, when the High King is at his most needy and vulnerable. This is not one of those times, though it borders on similar territory.

The last time I came to you because my brother was lost, you--- But he doesn't finish. ( ... )

I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight nevertame April 18 2009, 06:50:54 UTC

It isn't the slight incline of head but the way Peter averts his gaze that the lion accepts as his bow, his fealty. For now it will do; he knows the whys and hows very well. He too can make exceptions, if one will call this that. The great cat sits back on his haunches and requires no looking up to actually look at the High King.

"These things are not meant for us to know before they happen, Peter," he speaks quietly but no less bold in tone nor less deep in chest.

"Save your apologies," the lion nods his head once. He does not need to hear them on the wind to know they exist. Neither does Aslan need to ask if the Englishman questions whether this might be punishment for the Just or not. He knows better. He must.

Paws that have stepped into the light of the moon in reflective pools and blood spilling in rivulets on stone pad along a forest path that bends for them and them alone. He doesn't ask Peter to walk with him. This too is a given.

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[It's not that I'm fine with it. But I am a soldier... because I chose to do this] actingelegantly September 23 2009, 13:59:04 UTC

It is a an evening of contemplation for Michiru, and as befits this, the music of her violin drifts into the current of the wind to be swept along the shore near the house she shares with her partner. The notes willingly follow along the thoughts in her heart, reflecting them more effectively than soliloquies and internal monologues.

Her time in the jail with her partner had stirred up thoughts she’d never quite left behind. She had never regretted the actions she took that day in the Marine Cathedral. Could not, in fact, ever regret a course of action that saved the life of that one person who she cares for above all others. Not only because regret is not an emotion Michiru finds herself indulging in often at all (such things are best reserved for those that perhaps do not fully accept the weight of their actions), but because it was for Haruka. For the sake of knowing her lover, the embodiment of the wild wind itself, could go on living for even a little longer ( ... )

[It's not that I'm fine with it. But I am a soldier... because I chose to do this] nevertame September 23 2009, 17:32:02 UTC

The lion knows the meaning of sacrifice as well as any Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve. If one were to know the story, from the beginning of time, to know his name in not one world but several others, one might even believe the King of Beasts knows the meaning of sacrifice better than any other. But knowing this does not mean a presumption, knowing this does not mean heavy paws tread upon those who don't know at all, on the contrary his paws for the weight that they appear to have tread lightly. Aslan has a purpose, sometimes he will acknowledge that, sometimes he will say so, but what that purpose is remains ambiguous at best. After all, how can someone explain his purpose away to anyone else when the purpose itself varies? He has as many as he has names, or maybe he has one single purpose as one name can encompass all others. Names have power, they say. No one but the lion himself and the Emperor-Over-Sea will ever know ( ... )

[It's not that I'm fine with it. But I am a soldier... because I chose to do this] actingelegantly September 23 2009, 21:12:49 UTC

Michiru is generally a very perceptive person, ever aware of what, and to some degree, who is around her. However, as her music pours out thought and emotion, and her mind delves in an ocean of memories, she is slow to attune herself to her surroundings. And so in her self-thought, she does not notice the figure watching her for some time ( ... )

[It's not that I'm fine with it. But I am a soldier... because I chose to do this] nevertame September 24 2009, 00:00:27 UTC

Although she may not look straight at him for very long, he certainly looks straight at her. The gold in his eyes burn like a fire wild enough to humble even the greatest emperors or warm and inviting enough to shelter the poorest peasant from winter. He is not a tame lion, many of those from the world that knows him as Aslan can tell her this, but neither does he attack without provocation. Her music is far from that and what her music speaks of her spirit has no bearing on their encounter here. He is not the maker of this world nor will he end it, though he may see it to its end, all depending. Aslan nods once, returning the cordial greeting before he shifts his glance to where the sky meets the sea. There is something mildly curious about a parallel drawn between her and her sky soldier, and he who is crowned to the northern sky and he who treads the dawn. When the lion speaks his voice is full and solid but never frightening, not when he means no harm ( ... )

][but something carried me that night...I know that it was you oshutup August 12 2010, 23:17:51 UTC

The High King seeks the only being he knows who might be able to help him, but what he goes looking for isn't the return of a heartbeat but guidance. He has spoken to his brother and he has spoken to the Gentle and he has spoken to the King of New, but he has not addressed Lucy and this is in part because he cannot bring himself to present her with a truth he has a hard time accepting himself. In other part, it is because even if he could, he doesn't know where to begin with the how of it. There is no kind way to explain what he has become, or what he lost. All the bravest and best intentions mean very thin somethings to nothing at all when one looks at the outcome.

It's hard to let people down, the ones you love, but this feels worse, worse than those words account for.

Where are you?He wonders, questioning if the great lion is even here at all, wondering how many things must be tended to and where they fit into the grand puzzle, because every piece matters and every detail factors into things fitting to begin with, but he knows ( ... )

][but something carried me that night...I know that it was you nevertame August 12 2010, 23:55:12 UTC

It was I.He'll never tell the High King so explicitly, has no need to especially when his own belief in it is what gives that truth such strength. Aslan has no need to prove himself to anyone or anything, validation never a thought on his mind. They will prove themselves well because he knows them, he knows them all inside and out. Yes, even her, and how he feels about her evolution from girlhood to womanhood shall be left unsaid. Tonight he is aware of Peter Pevensie the most, not because the oldest of them searches for him so fervently--they all do--but because Aslan knows this is where he must be. Perhaps Peter doesn't, yet. Perhaps he will learn. If he doesn't then tonight is not yet the night for him to find release from that other realm. There are far more factors in this to begin with. The lion knows this as well as he knows the way which the wind blows ( ... )

][but something carried me that night...I know that it was you oshutup August 13 2010, 00:27:22 UTC

A brush of the ocean through the air is message enough for Peter to turn his direction toward the seashore. It takes him a while, though not as long as it would were he alive, and he doesn't think long on it because it doesn't matter to him the difference of ten minutes to a destination as long as he gets there. Moonlight bends differently out of the natural canopy of woods, across the expanses of empty land that lead on and up to the mountain where he still thinks of as home, and then differently yet again over sometimes shining white dunes, silver sand against a midnight tide.

In the distance he knows the form before he sees it, and if he had to explain that truth he couldn't, but it is one, a truth shared, and so he knows the one being who needs to understand already knows he is here too ( ... )

][but something carried me that night...I know that it was you nevertame August 13 2010, 00:39:21 UTC

When Peter appears from the wooded area where dirt becomes sand, golden eyes that burn as if it is summer afternoon stare straight at him. He sees him as clear as the northern sky too but who would have doubted this? To anyone else, to the gulls along the water or the crabs in driftwood, to anyone else who doesn't know, the beach may as well be empty. But it isn't. Aslan is not alone. More importantly, neither is Peter. His gaze falls on unseen shoulders, patiently waiting until the High King stands before his own paws, kneeling as only a High King should to the King of the Wood. Aslan tilts his head downward just enough to neither consider the young blond an equal nor stare him beneath his own throne. It's just the right weight from one chosen by the Emperor-Over-Sea to one given the Gift of Aslan.

He breathes warmth that would gently lift golden hair aside because to place a paw upon his shoulder would be almost cruel when one is so incorporeal.

"Rise, Son of Adam."

See. I know you are here. I know you kneel. You have not drifted ( ... )

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