Baby, you’re perfect

[buckynats]

find the word.

+ top level with your person. prefs/canon info/etc.
+ other people will reply with the first word that comes to their character's mind to describe yours. it could be about their appearance (consider this an 'are they beautiful?' meme if you wanna), their personality, or the mystique that may or may not surround (they're...interesting). break out the thesaurus.
+ your person reacts.
+ thread.

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caspian x | narnia

[navixator]

[prince/king/whatever i gotchu]

[chose_my_path]

Husband is the word that comes to mind.

[navixator]

An association I'll confess I'm very pleased you bear for me.

[chose_my_path]

You say 'bear' as if it's any sort of burden at all when it fact it is not. I relish being your wife.

[navixator]

To hold someone's heart and have one's own held is not always easy.

But-- I'm glad.

[chose_my_path]

It takes more work than the stories would have one believe, but there is no one I would rather be sharing my life with than you.

[A beat.]

Should I rattle off some of your other attractive qualities - ? There are so many I could name, after all.

[navixator]

[Even now, there's a flush in his cheek as he laughs. At least there's confidence in reaching to twine his fingers with hers.]

Only if it pleases you. This is more than enough.

JUMPS ALL OVER

[magnificis]

Brother.

CLINGS!!

[navixator]

As ever, you honour me far too highly.

SQUEEEEEZE

[magnificis]

Nonsense. You are my brother, Caspian. In all ways save for blood, and I’ve learned that doesn’t really matter much.

hope you've been well, ducky ❤

[navixator]

Things can be both true and like a dream, Peter. You know that.

❤ well as can be, bb. U?

[magnificis]

I do know. Do stop being so humble and let me compliment you a bit.

In all seriousness, you’re my best friend, my long-lost brother, and far too often the voice of sweet reason when my temper gets the better of me.

And for all of that, and everything else, I’m eternally grateful.

as well as can be |D

[navixator]

[Caspian is still learning softness, in a way. It's a pleasant sort of twisting in his stomach, tense but lovely as he reaches briefly to squeeze Peter's arm.]

As I am for knowing you.

big big mood that

[magnificis]

[ Peter has always been the volatile one; it serves his kingship well to lead with his emotions, and he is never far from them. He feels everything keenly, especially the affection and adoration for this perfect companion he has come to heavily rely upon.

The touch upon his arm is reciprocated, most willingly. He’d tug Caspian into an embrace at any other time, but this is softer, less turbulent. But still good. ]

Ironic that we didn’t start that way, isn’t it?

we're all getting through it I'm proud of us o/

[navixator]

[This is a solid enough connection, safe to linger in even while rocked by a cheerful sort of laugh.]

For the best, I expect. Good things are often knit by scar tissue.

[This is better, though. This gentle certainty in all the Pevensies--not least Peter, after all their turbulence--is one of the best buoys Caspian has.]

💯 we doin wat we can

[magnificis]

[ Now Peter has to pull his brother-king into an embrace, a bit rough, but good-natured and absolutely affectionate. He chuckles at Caspian's ear, too, drawing back with a wry grin and a shake of his head, but blue eyes are devilishly mischievous. ]

Speaking of scars, I distinctly remember the time when you broke my nose, Caspian. It hurt for a solid fortnight.

[ After their mutual hangovers had managed to dissipate. ]

on and off the strugglebus as we're able :')

[navixator]

[Who is Caspian to object, beyond the slight flush that even now tends to prickle in his cheeks at overt acts of affection? Peter is comfortable enough to give a tight hug in return, breath leaving in half-chuckle, half-'oof.']

To be entirely honest with you, I barely remember-- any of that night.

it has a revolving door, i swears /gathers in arms

[magnificis]

[ It's only by Aslan's grace that Peter remembers any of it. There was an altercation with moving stairs, questions as to where their feet had migrated to, and of course, Peter's ungraceful allemande with the floor, which resulted in the nose pains. ]

Me, either. Although my face hitting the floor - that I remember quite vividly.

[ But at least they'd passed out upstairs and in relative safety. ]

The morning after was what I'd really like to forget.

[ Royal hangovers, absolutely no fun at all. ]

( ˘ ³˘)❤

[navixator]

Thankfully, we've learned well from it.

[They haven't, of course. Or, perhaps, they've learned but not stopped entirely. There was something about being king that simply required a bit of stepping back and breathing--and being perhaps just a bit foolish.]

At least well enough to continue to survive ourselves and each other.

[magnificis]

[ Peter blinks. ] Did we? [ Highly doubtful. ] But you're right; we've grown up a little, I suppose...and the castle's still standing, so that's something, yes?

[ But he's grinning as he says it, nearly bouncing on his heels with his unusually good mood, more than delighted to keep that flush on his brother-king's handsome face. ]

[navixator]

[It must have been at least a little. Most days seemed to be a step in the right direction toward at least modest improvement.

Not with being slightly flustered by the Pevensies, but that's something he's learned to live with.]

That's more credit to Susan and Edmund than either of us, I'd have to imagine.

[magnificis]

Probably.

[ It's grudging agreement. ]

We've done our share in keeping the riffraff out of Narnia though, haven't we?

[navixator]

That was certainly us.

[Well.]

And a bit Lucy. But a good deal us.

[There's the nagging thought that really, it's more Peter than himself, but the doubt's getting easier to banish. At least here. At least in the aggressive certainty of Peter's approval.]

We can be proud of that.

[magnificis]

And Lucy, yes. But mostly us.

[ At least when it came to the hostiles. Peter still had reservations about letting his youngest sister anywhere near any battles. ]

And you've become a King I'd happily follow, my friend. Without hesitation.

[navixator]

[That certainly does nothing for the pink in Caspian's cheeks. Ducking his head for a heartbeat--as he's done since he was the far more nervous boy Peter had first met--doesn't do much to hide it.]

Even when battling against stairwells?