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im still alive just so u fellas know <3
#ive simply been on a private oc sidebloggy 😌#ill come back to caspian + sasha + zelda (??) soon ok theyre all still Very Awake in my brain#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ out of swords ╱ five more minutes .
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i am so bad at keeping up with celeb behavior what did b*n b*rnes do?
brownface in the big wedding and hes also long time friends with (this is "speculation" even though hes been heavily hinting about it on ig stories but hes hooked up with and has Also written several songs about) blackfacer actress juli*nne h*ugh and blocked people of color who called him out on it HELP
#so fucking hilarious im sick of that guy now yall know why i changed my fc ok#this is a bit of a rabbit hole btw but i promise . its fucking unhinged#just search his name on tumblr tbh just know the second hand embarrassment is real
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help the dirt on b*n b*rnes is finally going mainstream
#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ out of swords ╱ five more minutes .#nobody look at my d*rkling blog idk what to do with it atm
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how do i even get the motivation to make my icons from scratch again T_T
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prince caspian … the tenth .
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my caspian icons :(((
#god im still so upset about losing them#i was so motivated to make all of them bc i quite like the new fc but now im like :| god#tahts so fucked up#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ out of swords ╱ five more minutes .
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NARNIAN STRENGTH?
#ok ill also reblog this one i was too shy to ask <3#FUCKING . NARNIANIZED#THEYRE SO REAL#DO WE HAVE A NARNIAFICATION HC POST ALREADY
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excuse me.
#ooc tbt#I JUST NEED THIS HERE#I JUST DOOOOOOOOOO#IM SHAKING WHY ARE THEY SO REAL#thank u meg for showing me this#there was another i wanted to post but forgot JFJSHFJAF#THIS Q IS LITERALLY ABOUT C*SPIAN AND PETER WHAT THE FUCK
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they are just coming to their nearest .
#𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 + #𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 : heavily affiliated interpretations of caspian x and peter richard pevensie from c.s. lewis’ ‘ the chronicles of narnia ’ novels .
a joint exploration of : trust / devotion / faith , mirror souls , the homeland personified , the sun and the shade , mutual sacrifice as a violent gesture of love , and the stars . beloved by zelda & megaera .
#narnia rp#indie rp#fantasy rp#medieval rp#arthurian rp#disney rp#THIS IS SO SIMPLE AND NOT AS HOT AS THE SHIT MEG MAKES BUT#EVERYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE BETTER BE LOOKING#I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT <333333 I ADORE MEG AND ITS CRAZY HOW ITS NEARLY A YEAR SINCE I STARTED THIS BLOG IM FEELING QUITE INSANE#and that meg is such a horrifically great writer who may or may not have made me tear up with Words on occasion and deserves all the love in#the world for providing me with enrichment (tm) for the past several months#IT HAS BEEN A BLAST AND IT WILL KEEP BEING A BLAST#but yes this promo isnt really a promo its just an excuse to talk about meg and them (caspeters) i care them so bad do u have any idea how#much space they take up in my mind . no u dont#they are soulmates#they belong to each other#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ out of swords ╱ promo .
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PETER / petervel·:
where must you go , peter pevensie ? wherever he goes ; as far as you can follow . peter is no stranger to responsibility , to the art of setting his jaw into stone like cool water o’er molten metal & carrying on even ‘neath the glorious weight of duty in the crown you bear ; all the same , ocean eyes glance at the stone archway ‘neath which the great lion disappeared , and the high king dares to ask why . [ what haven’t you given already ? when will it be enough ? ]
❛ you’ll see lucy , ❜ peter murmurs , thumb tracing silent lines into the swell of caspian’s cheek as if he believes he can leave a mark that will linger long after these men & their myths have crumbled to naught but dust and bone , something to remind the other that their fateful dance ‘cross the upper skies was more than mere waking dream , ❛ and edmund . ❜
[ even this , you know , is a lie ; even this , you know , is a platitude twisted into tight braids that you wind ‘round his neck as if it is jewellery and not a length of rope . you can only hope that when he finally opens his eyes and finds the weapons sewn to the edges of your words , he will realise that the noose is strangling the both of you . perhaps both the just and the valiant will see him , you think . perhaps they will visit his bones next century . ]
❛ but su and i are done here . we’re going home . ❜ home . [ the word is a lie , if you’ve ever told one . ] he cannot bring himself to think about what this will do to them ; what it will do to susan , her tether to their past , to the three of them , already so tenuous in its fraying edges . instead , peter’s attention strays to what he cannot avoid [ to what you still hope to end gently ; another morning farewell kiss ‘pon somnolent lips , ] : tender fingers fall away from caspian’s face but make no movement to pry themselves away from the stubborn grip at his wrist , neither pulling nor pushing in their quiet endurance . i would stay if i could , my love . i would walk the path you will pave for your people , to the ends of the earth ⸺ but this is the last of all i can give .
❛ narnia doesn’t need me , ❜ comes the platitude , soft & sincere , ❛ you don’t need me , caspian . you have your victory ⸺ now i’m asking you to put this place right . ❜ give them what you gave me : respite beneath the shade , a moment of silence below the stars . give yourself over to narnia , and she will grant you all that you need in return . ❛ fight one last battle . give them peace . will you do that ? for me ? ❜ tell me that i needn’t worry ; that you will be alright . [ anything , you think , to nurse your bleeding heart . ]
it's hard to feel triumphant , he finds , when loss is a long shadow stretching miles and miles behind him ⸻ if time was a beast , it would have been well - fed from the scraps of hope that decompose at his sorry feet in a cycle as inescapable as the four seasons : his destiny has long been sown like seeds in narnia's trusting soil , and perhaps the time has come to reap it . [ stubbornly , you vow to keep yourself grounded past the harvest ⸻ your roots tangled up in his . to be forced apart is to painstakingly tear yourself off of him , hair by woeful hair . ]
since the beginning , it had been peter who held all the answers ⸻ yet today brings back an unruly inversion feeling more like a knife turned inwards than anything else . will you do that ? the high king pleads , as if they had been the one to sound the ivory horn that one fateful night , for me ? caspian , however , hears an echo of a question from several drowning suns ago ⸻ he remembers it by the challenger pinned 'neath his thighs , an unyielding gaze searing into his honey-brown eyes as if peter had been waiting to burn away the awning that had traitorously obscured his breadth of view . it burns him , still ; it peels his skin .
the answer , as it hangs off the tip of his tongue , has never truly changed . for you ? yes , anything for you . ❛ i will take care of your family . i will do everything you ask of me ⸻ that narnia asks of me . whatever it takes . i just ... ❜ it's at this point , caspian realizes belatedly , that hope is a rivulet cascading down his cheek where a tear ought to be ⸻ he is racing against time to seize it . [ perhaps he is your shallow grave , for there won't be any contest . this time , for the final time , peter yields and lays down their arms . this is victory , king caspian the tenth , and there is your casualty . ]
seeking the last dregs of his pickings tucked into the corner of peter's mouth , caspian cannot help his minute indulgence ⸻ he plants a kiss in their conjunction , a whisper ghosting their lips . ❛ i just wish we had more time , ❜ comes his shameful secret , allowing himself one gentle protest before inching away .
try as he might to keep them bound together by the inextricable tethers of their twin scars ⸻ in the end , he knows that no good can come out of questioning narnia’s will . [ for the freedom that you had fought so valiantly to win ⸻ nothing , still , can free you from the agony of parting . ] i do need you . i will always need you . that is not weakness , that is love . and yet , his battered heart folds . ❛ at least let me thank you . for the person you have molded me into . ❜ may it take your shape , wise ruler of narnia . [ you’ll take anything . any part of him that can stay behind with you . ]
#( HNGK . HELP )#( I HAVE NOOOO WORDS JUST TAKE THIS )#( CASPIANS FEELING SO MANY TERRIBLE THINGS BUT JUST KNOW THAT ALL THOUGHTS R JUST HIM SOBBING )#( FIGURATIVELY . HE CANT CRY YET <3 )#( also i didnt copy u its um its narrative resonance <3 )#( ANYTHING TO NURSE YOUR BLEEDING HEART / ANYTHING TO KEEP HIM WITH YOU OK )#( and the spar thread mention ............... terrible that i wanna work on that next so that there is context HELP )#( I HATE YOU FOR REPEATING 'WILL YOU DO THAT FOR ME' BTW ITS SO . ITS SO )#petervel#petervel 007.#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ writing ╱ everything you know is about to change .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ 002 ╱ do you feel yourself sufficient to take up the kingship of narnia ?
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# 𝙲𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽 is an independent + private roleplay blog 𝑓𝑡. CASPIAN X from c.s. lewis’s the chronicles of narnia series . film - based with influences from the books and headcanons . primarily plot driven . heavily affiliated with @petervel . captained by 𝑧𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑎 , 18+ .
↪ gallery : carrd + promo + tracker + divergences
𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 : inheriting grief , the house that haunts , devouring without guilt , a love that stains , reaping what you sow , & the wild seas .
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caspian maravilla is on instagram !
( ft . a tiny cameo by @petervel & his family <3 )
#yes this is an announcement of my fc change JKDFHGKJDSFJK#* MUN EDITS#i prommy i will do a caspeter version soon ;))) i just want there to be at least 2 edits of them together :sobbing:#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ out of swords ╱ five more minutes .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ study ╱ headcanon .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ study ╱ reflection .
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𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ?
bob the builder hot
i am not saying bob the builder is hot , i’m just saying you have the hotness of a handyman . you're humble , down to earth , and exist with an easy confidence that takes people’s breath away . you always seem to know exactly what you are doing . you may still be stuck in your hometown , but you have quite the reputation . you do get a lot of business , after all . people around here sure tend to break things an awful lot , and they always call you , listening through the phone receiver with a light blush and bated breath , for your inevitable " i'll help you . "
tagged by : @nikovoya ( caspian sends his rockstar fondest regards )
tagging : the hot builder reading this
#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ study ╱ dash .#IM ................... SOBBING#NO THIS IS EXACTLY IT#THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR CASPIAN ODD JOBS GUY#and ykw the whole 'ill help you' thing name anyone whos more like that than prince caspian the tenth
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𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐌Ó𝐍 / feel free to change pronouns as you see fit !
❛ i want to try and be terrific. even for an hour. ❜
❛ people have done this before, but not us. ❜
❛ we point at it; poke at it like a wound— ❜
❛ i don’t want to be only the landscape. ❜
❛ i want to give you something, or i want to take something from you. but i want to feel the exchange. ❜
❛ maybe we could meet at that table under the tree. ❜
❛ why must we practice this surrender? ❜
❛ i haven’t given up on trying to live a good life. ❜
❛ i wanted to tell you straight away so we could grieve together. ❜
❛ what is it they say, heartsick or downhearted? ❜
❛ i liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. ❜
❛ but i swear i will play on this blessed earth until i die. ❜
❛ tell them you didn’t come to disturb the night air and throw a fit, then get down in the dark and do it. ❜
❛ i’m afraid that I won’t do the right thing in the face of disaster. ❜
❛ i was suddenly some safer form of fire. ❜
❛ i thought everything was behind me: death, and dying, and sickness. ❜
❛ i didn’t know I was changing my life— that i would have done anything that what was left of me would become so ruthless to survive. ❜
❛ you’re the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants. ❜
❛ but love is impossible and it goes on despite the impossible. ❜
❛ i’m cold in my heart. ❜
❛ i tell you i will love someone that you will never meet. ❜
❛ i think, how scared i would be if i were death. ❜
❛ is it weird to say that i could hear you dying like that? ❜
❛ after it was done, i couldn’t go back to my life. ❜
❛ it wasn’t the same. i couldn’t tell if i loved myself more or less. ❜
❛ i am beautiful. i am full of love. i am dying. ❜
❛ let me slip into a life less messy. ❜
❛ we’ll live forever. every moon will be a moon of surrender. ❜
❛ i want to be the rough clothes you can’t sleep in. ❜
❛ how good it is to love live things, even when what they’ve done
is terrible. ❜
❛ i never knew survival was like that. ❜
❛ the tempting, the taking, the apple, the fall, every one of us guilty, the story of us all. ❜
❛ i lowered my head until the thud was done. you killed it quiet. ❜
❛ i’ve always been a jealous girl. ❜
❛ before now, i don’t know if i have ever loved anyone. ❜
❛ oh my new obsession, his hands! i thought i could die. ❜
❛ all night i thought i’d die when the moon came in. ❜
❛ i used to pretend a lot. i’m very good at it. ❜
❛ i imagine the insides of myself sometimes—part female, part male, part terrible dragon. ❜
❛ no one’s going to tell me when to bow down, when not to bite. ❜
❛ what’s the real story? i had to hurt someone. ❜
❛ i had to hurt someone who had loved him. ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of hate anymore. ❜
❛ what do we do with grief? lug it; lug it. ❜
❛ i couldn’t cut it out of me. ❜
❛ see? the knife i carry? it cuts my smile even wider. ❜
❛ i will shush and remain the quiet flyer, the one warm beast still coming to you in the dark despite all those old, cold, claustrophobic stars. ❜
❛ this night might leave us hungry and reeling. ❜
❛ we were simply going forward, riotous and windswept. ❜
❛ what I mean is: none of this is chaos. ❜
❛ how masterful and mad is hope. ❜
❛ you wake up some days full of crow and shine. ❜
❛ sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it,
so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute. ❜
❛ real hunger has a real taste. ❜
❛ let me start here: i am as cold as i have ever been. ❜
❛ such was the wreck of the two of us. ❜
❛ isn’t it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief. ❜
❛ if we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire. ❜
❛ i am gleaming. promise you’ll see me gleam. ❜
❛ wickedness has leaked into the home i made, and i want to burn it down. ❜
❛ i crave demolishing, to eat explosives. ❜
❛ mortal me, brutal disaster born out of so much greed. ❜
❛ the largeness in me, the hot gore of my want and want, wants to disarm
the fixedness of this. ❜
❛ i’ll be the strike anywhere, the reckless match you can count on to claim a life, or to save one. ❜
❛ i’d choose the moon, always the sister moon.❜
❛ how hard can you glow? what radiant part of you wishes to dynamite? ❜
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PETER / petervel·:
they’re safe . peter tucks this knowledge away like an old photograph into the empty frame of a golden locket & cradles it flush against his beating heart as he allows caspian to pull him back to his feet ; two spectres reaching ‘cross space & time to paint a hollow recreation of the last , dusty sunset they’d watched ‘neath the cover of caspian’s beat - up corolla like voyeurs in front of a silver screen as their world had caved in . [ but you are out of colours : you will dabble your fingertips ‘cross the trail of carnage scattered behind you like breadcrumbs & paint the sky red instead . in the end , all of this love amounted to putting down the brush for the last time . ]
if he were anyone else , peter would reject caspian’s assurances as platitudes & follow after his siblings all the same ⸺ but as blue eyes enfold themselves within the soft clutches of brown , peter realises that he wouldn’t lie . not about this .
they exit the ballroom without another word between them , and as peter watches the back of caspian’s head from where he paces two footfalls behind , he decides that if the stubborn grasp ‘round his wrist makes the very air of his home the palace feel like poison all over again , he will pretend not to notice . [ let it be carbon monoxide , you think ; let it send you to sleep in his arms & go gently into the night . you can’t face him again . let it be quick ; let it be peaceful . ]
they’re nearing his room ⸺ vaguely , he wonders if caspian knows exactly where he rests his head each night , waiting to be awoken from his hundred - year slumber by the sweet kiss of his beloved ; wonders how many times caspian has traced out a path into the carpet that caresses the edge of peter’s doorway , leaving a single set of footprints where it had once only been natural to find two ⸺ when caspian reaches for him again , the nearby cacophony of voices melting away into the distance as peter is directed into a supply closet . [ four years ago , you would have asked him if he was so eager to get you alone . four years ago , you would never have thought to call this a cage . you are relieved , then , when you are not the first to speak . ]
i will get you to your family soon , assures the guard , and half a dozen heartbeats pound in peter’s ears before he wrenches his wretched lips apart in the dark . ❛ your highness , ❜ he repeats quietly , chest tightening painfully . you know this isn’t fair , caspian maravilla . ❛ is that all ? what are you doing here , caspian ? ❜
i don’t know , caspian almost rattles out his first fatal response , even when numerous reasons have outlined themselves in narrow trenches ‘cross the sand blanketing their small deserted island ; long canyons from beach to shore tally the split second where everything goes wrong for a bird’s prey had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time . he realizes that , now : the oath he’d sworn will soon shatter ‘neath the weight of his childishness , his unending piety for what had & could have been , much swifter than a peregrine can kill . [ still , your fist curls ‘round the notion . neither is it something you’re quite ready to let go of , it seems . how much bloodshed will it take to loosen this vice - like grip ? ]
will he ever be ready to answer that question ? he is no guardian angel .
perhaps a part of him has disappeared in the ferry on the way here , vanished from dust - coated windows where certain initials are writ atop a cacophony of unflattering words ⸻ he feels like nothing more than a pile of ash at the behest of whatever wind shall take him . [ and this , this is why you try your best to defy destiny . you can’t stand the thought of forgetting what it’s like to hold onto something still breathing . have the sparks been flying since then ? or have you risen up from the ashes to beat a decaying horse ? ]
i was drowning , is what he failed to say in return . i was drowning before i met you . i was drowning until you . caspian takes another shaky breath , as shallow as the sand furrows ⸻ greedily inhaling the sight of them like it wouldn’t take long at all until he dives back down . ❛ your security detail was afflicted during what seems to be an attack . i am doing what i can to keep you safe . ❜
because an unarmored room with barely anything on his person but a handgun is the absolute model of safety for the prince of this nation ⸻ fuck , we really must get out of here .
❛ i ⸻ i had one job . it was just ... ❜ how does one explain a failed lesson in abstinence ? ❛ a lot has happened in the past years . i truly am sorry , i didn’t intend for this to happen the way it did . ❜ there is an ache in his chest right where three quaint names wrap around his ribcage , its corners like talons digging into a barely - healed wound as if it were fresh again . that’s when he knows that this longing will survive his body , stained with a countryside citrus smell that no one will ever be able to wash away . ❛ ... are you okay ? ❜ because i never will be . not when people will find out eventually ; not when they will be forced to part ways again , two old dancers ‘neath a falling curtain .
#petervel#petervel 008.#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ modern royals ╱ sweet fix of a daydream of a boy .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ writing ╱ everything you know is about to change .#( NEW FC ???????????? NEWWWWW FC ????? )#( its so funny bc this is the au where we were looking to brownify them bc we want toturn this into a book )#( also this reply got so fucking . caspian carries a lot of grief with him ok )#( LIKE ITS JUST HITTING HIM HOW MUCH HE LOST AFTER GETTING ONE OF THEM BACK AGAIN T_T )#( ok now for my sparknotes )#( I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA IF THIS MAKES ANY SENMSE )#( anyways this is mostly just caspian reminding himself that he cant let his heard get in the way of his duty )#heart* even im sleep deprived#( yet thats just still something hes struggling to cope with especially now that peters right there in front of him )#( sort of a 'wow this is harder than i thought' moment )#( and him suddenly doubting that the bridge has not already been burnt between them :| lack of voicemail and all )#( also the citrus smell ... ok thats up to interpretation <3 )#( the dust coated window i will not talk about but just think of c+p written on top of some dumb vandalism ppl write on caspians dusty car #hgkgggggggggg YANNOW )#( also the two old dancers line sounds familiar if i stole that from u or myself pls forgive me in advance <333 )
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caspian has always harbored a paralyzing fear of heights , and a thrilling late afternoon activity has failed to exempt him from this inconvenient evolutionary trait : where he sits now , his fluttering ribcage provides a safe haven for the panicked feeling squeezing his breath into uneven stammers as a fish - eyed gaze rolls o’er skyscraper stalagmites in his bird’s eye view of the city . still so much to see , he senses the last line of his biography . [ though in your heart you know that this is a book half - written : can he not show you everything , from the world at your fingertips to the sky at your heel ? ] by god , he already has .
further from a turtle dove than he is from a helpless fish out of water , caspian hushes the chaotic symphony in his mind for a blissful moment by imagining himself dangling above a shoreline , the cityscape before him turning into the deep blue sea ready to break his fall ⸻ it isn’t so hard to pretend when peter , his superhero , his ocean - eyed wonder , thoughtlessly sails through the air as if it were water . if this mindful exercise is what helps his heartbeat calm into a gentle thrum can be left up to debate : the truth is that he never finds atlantis in new york city ; he instead discovers the underwater metropolis hiding behind the misty shadows of a hasty kiss , diving ‘tween rapid currents as if they were in a hurry to run out of oxygen .
@petervel : [ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop . ]
❛ i’ve got so much adrenaline in me right now , ❜ he distractedly explains against pillowy lips when latex - clad arm braces ‘round his own before a palm presses against his pounding heart , all but pulling him from the sharp edge of a dusty rooftop . this is where caspian first sprouts his wings , wondering when he will be brave enough to dive into the glittering basin stretching miles and miles towards the horizon . [ something about him in your arms tells you that you’ve always been brave , all it had taken was a little shove to coax you along . ] ❛ i didn’t even realize we were already up here . you make a fine distraction . ❜
#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ spiderman ╱ we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ writing ╱ everything you know is about to change .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ inbox ╱ answered .#( THIS IS PROBABLY BAD BUT I MISS THEM AND I MISS WRITING ADJFHGAJKDF )#( if this doesnt make any sense brick me but <33 HE LIKES THE SEA METAPHORS )#( and he thinks peter is soooo mind bendingly graceful <///3 he loves his bug boy sooo much ehe )
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“There was a great stirring at Aslan’s How when the news came back and was communicated to the various creatures… Peter was just explaining to Caspian that he could not be [a marshal], because his right to the throne was what they were fighting about.”
#shaking and crying i think of them#peter :((#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ study ╱ reflection .#⚓ *:･ﾟ✧ petervel ╱ love for you is larger than the usual romantic love .#* q
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