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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[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?

[magnificis]

[ Peter knows he's not one to use flowery words or express appreciation very often, but Caspian has earned it and more than. Still, he laughs outright at the suggestion. ]

Well. As to that, I'm not really sure. Maybe we should call them out once more, see how we fare.

[navixator]

Surely a good king does not throw good men after useless causes.

[Still, it's impossible not to grin when Peter is laughing and relaxed like this. There's no need to truly linger on the work they do.]

But I suppose we'll see how much we fancy a rematch after the next feast.

[magnificis]

What, and let it win? Perish the thought!

[ The Old King isn't shy about being a little ridiculous sometimes, especially around his family. Of which Caspian is definitely now a part. ]

We're honor bound to try again, aren't we?

[navixator]

[Caspian's turn to laugh, head shaking fondly.]

Ask me again when I'm in a similar state, Peter. I cannot imagine my answer will not be much more to your liking then.

[magnificis]

Come on! Where's your sense of adventure?

[navixator]

At the horizon far more than at the Cair, I fear.

[magnificis]

[ A crimp of consternation crosses Peter's mouth. ]

I know. Inconsiderate of you, to deprive us of your presence with these frequent trips.

[navixator]

These frequent adventures.

[Which, admittedly, were mostly possible because there were no shortage of the kings and queens of old to keep a steady hand on things at home. It never comes with quite enough guilt to stop Caspian learning the far reaches of the kingdom, but perhaps it's enough to give Peter's shoulder a friendly squeeze now.]

Come with me, next time.

[magnificis]

[ Peter doesn't pull away from the touch, but he rolls his head like a tantrumy toddler. ]

Caspian, I'm no sailor. [ The entire kingdom knew this. ] So many ropes...I can never remember which one goes where.

[ He'd much rather fly over the waves; gryphons were wonderful aerial mounts. ]

[navixator]

You can leave that with me, surely.

[Caspian, after all, has discovered how very much he is a sailor since becoming king. If there's anything uncomplicated in what's come down in his blood, his ease on the ocean is very much it.

Silly, perhaps, to be so eager to share it with Peter, but the impulse is there.]

[magnificis]

Of course, but... [ And Peter squirms a bit, because standing about while everyone else worked - efficiently, he was sure -didn't really...sit well. ] How would it look if I was naught but a figurehead at the ship's front while everyone else went about their duties with nary a blip?

[ But putting aside the Crown, even for a few days, is mightily tempting. Even more so when those days would be shared with Caspian, whom he's come to love as precious few souls in any world anywhere. ]

It's...tempting, though. Sailing off with you to places neither of us have seen before.

[navixator]

It would look like a man who trusts and credits those around him. [It's been less of a delicate balance, as time has passed and the collection of monarchs have found their proper rhythms together, but it never hurts to gently smooth into place.] One who values and respects what his people do.

[Not, of course, that Caspian didn't understand in this vein more strongly than all others. Learning the (literal) ropes of sailing had taken time--was still ongoing in some regards--had not been without the constant frustration of wanting to do, to pull his own weight, to not appear as if he was asking others to do what he himself would not.

Still. Peter could use a bit of idleness. They both could.] If it makes things easier, we could set you in the figurehead. You've sharp enough eyes for that.

[magnificis]

[ The suggestion earns a Look and a mildly huffed snort. Honestly, Caspian. But leave it to Caspian to, once again, insert sweet reason into the Old King's way of thinking. He's become very good at that over the years. And it's more than enough to give Peter a healthy pause. ]

...do you truly wish me to come along? Really and truly?