a u d i o / a c t i o n (the blue light) | back-dated to mid-afternoon.

[oshutup]

[ There's a pause, a few footsteps that tread lighter than usual despite it being the full moon because someone's apprehensive about today's curse. ]

Lucy, Susan, I think it would be best if you stayed at home today.

All day.

Or if you've already left, then to go back.

[ He sighs, knowing full well how effective that's likely to be but he

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[protects_her]

You're Lucy's brother, right? I know this is coming a little out of nowhere, but you owe me a muffin.

[ifyoucanholdon]

I am and ----- wait, what? Why?

[protects_her]

I dropped mine defending her virtue.

1/3

[ifyoucanholdon]

You---

[fatespoken]

[ Amory often walks past Peter during his shifts. Both have access to the back rooms, both have reasons to enter, and typically, they pass each other without ever intersecting.

Until tonight.

Sequestered in the corner, Peter Pevensie may think he's boxed himself in a safety zone. But think again-

It all starts off rather innocuous. Amory appears to intending to walk past him, but he stops as he spies Peter, turning to him - hazel eyes locked on piercing blue. ]

Do you have a minute? Have something to ask you about our next order. [ Supply order, that is. ]

[ifyoucanholdon]

Go on then. [ There's a slight nod from the blond as he leans up off the wall slightly, perhaps lulled into false security by the sheer unassuming quality of the dialogue, the normality of it. ]

[fatespoken]

[ He draws out a slip of paper from his pocket. Some note about inventory stock written in Amory's neat script. They ordered too much of something at the bar last month, need more of something else. Typical business. His tone and posture both denote business, as is usual for the bartender, yet usual is truly an impossible word in the city. Normality is only transient, for the City is always capricious.

Today, it involves kisses. ]

I went over the stock from our last order, and realized-

[ Amory nearly chokes on his words, as the curse overpowers him. His eyes snap to Peter, hazel burning bright against the glare of an overhead light. A hand, against the king's shoulder, followed by another cinched around his waist. Despite the overtness of this act, Amory is not as aggressive as one might expect. In fact, he handles Peter carefully, using the hand on his shoulder to slowly pull the taller man toward him, intending to apply a proper kiss to his lips. ]