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the noontime sun overhead coats the king’s exploring party with a blistering heat ⸺ fortunately he still much prefers this sweltering warmth to the chilly nights they’ve had prior in enduring the ice - cold shocks of transatlantic nightmares, ( caspian tries not to let the guilt eat away at him, mind circling the searing memory of having to pry away from peter’s embrace & face unconsciously pressed against caspian’s chest ⸺ nightmares. ) he couldn’t help the squinted disbelieving eyes as hot steam from the geysers bursting out of earth’s breathing pores paint his cheeks a damp & flushed pink.
scattered rock formations each resemble the flint of a spear, though one casted out from the others catches his eye with the telling disturbance of humanity wrapped around its body ⸺ quick recognition impales his course of thought before mindfully surveying their surroundings. his hand reaches the rope & tugs experimentally, twice or thrice, as if renouncing taking a chance on the hardness of the spiked boulder it is fastened around. any other day he’d chase that taste of adventure, but not with peter following close behind, if only for their safety. brown gaze follows its tail down a fissure where the earth is cracked open. “ we are not the first ones on this island. ”
emptiness. finally, caspian hears his heart thrum more than think in his mind, a hole that rivals the gaping loss ‘pon his chest where peter’s head should lay & breathe for eternities & eternities. or is it a supposed emptiness ⸺ there is a rope, after all. he blinks thoughtfully. perhaps men have sailed out to sea searching for worse things.
caspian bends a knee & lets a hand search through nature’s rubble, fingers curling ‘round a jagged stone. the rock bounces against the uneven walls of the ravine ⸺ he briefly wonders if there are other directions to the edge of the world, if it would be worth following down an unexplored abyss. he looks to peter. ( it is, it always is. ) a resounding smack echoes from the pit. caspian feels it in his stomach before he hears it by ear. “ what do you think could be down there ? ”
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what do you think could be down there ? a sword , they should hope . but perhaps ⸺ a lamppost , peter decides with a subtle quirk of his lips as he approaches the yawning mouth of the cavern below their feet . a faun . a second chance , for the both of you . an escape into the painting . it hadn’t taken long at all for thinking , it would seem , to take the stubborn turn into wanting . you would do well to renounce the habit of wanting whatever you cannot have , peter pevensie .
❛ this is narnia , ❜ he says finally , left hand curling instinctively o’er the pommel of his sword as he fixes a wry , askew smile onto his features & uses it as a mask ‘neath which he may finally look caspian in the eye ( even still , do they understand how much it hurts to keep his gaze true ? ) . ❛ i like to believe i’ve learned the futility of expectations by now . ❜ it holds truer than you’d like . you see the warning in the curve of his gossamer lips ; in the way you can still recall how it trembled helplessly when you said your last goodbye . if nothing else , peter has learned that guessing at what may come next will only ever lead to heartbreak .
and yet ⸺ too late , he realises he’s being introspective again ( painfully so , if the look that edmund shoots him is anything to go by ) . ❛ perhaps we’ll fall into my world , for a change , ❜ he offers ⸺ it’s a last - ditch effort to press on , and peter has an increasing feeling that he isn’t exactly devoid of company in this acute awareness . perhaps it’s the heat to blame for his lack of discipline . perhaps it’s the way caspian’s eyes cut thin lines through his disguise and pull his heart out of his ribcage .
without another word , he leans away from the fathomless ledge & shrugs his silver and cobalt vest from his shoulders before snagging the newly - abandoned length of rope between his fingers in a single , smooth movement , fingers sliding ‘cross the expanse of braided cord that had been graced with the caress of a king only moments ago . it’s the closest you’ve come to touching him in months . it may very well be the closest you’ll ever get again . he doesn’t bother testing its strength ; knows that if there is only one constant in narnia , it is that caspian x will not let him fall .
he can’t go first , peter reasons , even though he knows ⸺ with every inch of his being ⸺ exactly why he’d take caspian’s place in a heartbeat : it is not merely the devoted fealty of a subject that tethers peter’s life to his king . narnia’s future lives on in his hands . ❛ i suppose there’s only one way to find out ⸺ keep it steady ? ❜ keep me safe . and yet , perhaps it isn’t peter’s own safety that most concerns him : a turbulent gaze , hidden ‘neath placid blue irises , turns to his siblings for little longer than a moment before he finally looks away , hesitation weighing heavily ‘pon his chest even as his grip tightens on the line .
keep me steady ? the question dangles precariously down the dungeon entrance , whatever underworld awaits them at the bottom ⸻ either way , they are still left with a downfall of some sort , a stubborn bated breath that follows them into clear skies , spooling from its fraying threads some eagerness to carve whatever fort they’d built within the caverns of the dawn treader into the stark reality of these sandstone rocks & drop - down caves . he tries not to wonder what would have happened if the storm had lasted longer , if the mist had led them even further astray , until caspian realizes that they have no way of knowing if the green cloud had already swallowed them whole & caspian is only caught in a very deep sleep .
there are worse nightmares , he reminds himself when he no longer feels steady , starts believing it when he resolutely steels before honeyed eyes leisurely slide away from the draw of peter’s shoulders as he sheds his deep blue vest . ( aslan has prepared you for every trial . you must push on . )
he tips his head in a curt nod , though perhaps he does it more to shake off the flush lightly dusting his cheeks , an untraceable wind howling memories from before ; permeating his thoughts as his fist tightens ‘round rhindon . below us could be yet another hag & wolf . he never questions why his high king insists on trail - blazing even the smallest given uncertainties , instead falling into the familiar step & song tracing its ardent melody in the line that peter walks towards the edge of the ravine ⸻ a complacent vow in place of the unspoken gamble they make in caspian’s stead : whatever thirsts for your blood will have its appetite quenched by its own .
❛ of course , ❜ came the simpler answer , attempting a coy smile not long before it spectacularly crashes into a meager twitch of his lips , ❛ i am a knight of ample merit , i believe . i can be trusted with rope . ❜ even through a tender recollection of his sworn knighthood , he does not miss peter’s sidelong gaze ⸻ there is only a second’s worth of deliberation before the king pivots on his heel to regard his royal majesties . perhaps it is the least he could do in return for the small mercies caspian had been granted in the past thirty days they had made the voyage from coriakin’s island . ( do they know it is more than an undertaking that shook your bones free of its three - year slumber ? how you look to them with more than duty calling to your heart ? )
❛ lucy , edmund , susan . ❜ the names flit past his lips with ease , proper titles hailing from a time long left behind them ⸻ how three months pass like a relentless tide to find more than just the climate changing as seasons do . ❛ your brother & i will investigate the area . would you do the honors of keeping watch for us ? ❜ neither does he miss their passing glances before they mutter their agreements , slowly turning their backs as if to give them their much - needed privacy . to this , caspian clears his throat , tucking thick enough sentiment ‘tween their twin - scarred palms when he brazenly brushes with peter’s hand to pass the reins , so to speak . be careful . caspian holds it steady . perhaps they’ll fall into his world , for a change . do not go where i cannot follow .
#( i queued this pls dont murder me i was just um excited to finally reply and didnt want to forget to post it ehe )#petervel 014.#( meg .......................... this is so pathetic )#( i literally gave u zero action JKSDFGHJKAHGJADHGJKAD FEEL FREE TO HAVE PETER TUMBLE DOWN THE HOLE I GUESS )#( IF U WANTED CASPIAN WATCHING PETER TUMBLE DOWN THO <3 LMKKKKKK )#( BUT MMMMMMM IDK I QUITE ALMOST LIKE THIS ONE im rusty ok I LOVE U THOUGH MWAH )#( caspian wanted to simp for peter taking off his vest for like 2 paragraphs but i couldnt stand for it i hope that will do )#( just know . just know hes thinking about it )#( A LOT )#petervel#⚓ *:・゚✧ writing ╱ everything you know is about to change .#⚓ *:・゚✧ 003 ╱ to find all you seek ; there is the utter east .
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