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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[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?