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song for Luna

Jul 12, 2020 21:50

☾ And we aren't all that we seem, but we are more than we know.
(Caspian)
☾ Is that who you are? To think we never needed to say hello.
(Caspian)
☾ Man-made never made our dreams collide.
(Edmund)
☾ Reconcile.
(Edmund)
☾ You don't need eyes to see.
(Kay)
☾ Where was my head when I needed it most?
(Caspian)
☾ Don't keep appointments with disappointment.
(Aslan)
☾ ( Read more... )

harry potter, kay, action, log, aslan, remus lupin, caspian x, edmund pevensie

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man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 13 2009, 03:19:15 UTC

Edmund didn't mind running errands, really. It gave him an excuse to be out of the house for a bit, allowed him to stretch his legs. He'd volunteered, after all- Caspian was busy enough and he hadn't had anything particular to do today.

Now came the question of whether Destrier would accept him or not.

He dawdled a bit on the way to the stables, as he had a tendency to do. Having the luxury of just wandering where ever his legs took him was one Edmund definitely relished, and so the normally short walk took him longer than usual.

Finally entering the stables, the younger Pevensie brother glanced up to see a small, blonde haired girl standing near one of the stalls.

Luna?

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 13 2009, 03:27:34 UTC

Luna has spent the better part of the day wandering around as well. Note several things, one being her bare feet, and another being the shoes that move a bit off to one side, as if waiting for her to go somewhere else so that they might follow her--they do that, you know. One might wonder why she doesn't put them on, but she would explain that they like being able to walk themselves once in a while. She hears the approach of someone, and she pauses in stroking one of the horses, hand against the side of a nameless stallion's neck. Next to him and the stall, she must seem very slight indeed. It does not take her long to note who it is behind her and she purses her lips briefly, a soft smile there, barely dreaming.

Her voice is soft and distant, yet very close at the same time, a contradiction, that.

"Hello, Edmund Pevensie."

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 13 2009, 04:25:55 UTC

How did she know it was him without even looking up?

Edmund moves forward, but not too close and sets down the bags in his arms first. A brush, a couple of bags of oats and a few carrots and apples are the contents.

"Hello, Luna." there's definitely a friendly tone to his voice as he turns towards her.

"How is Destrier doing today?"

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 13 2009, 09:16:42 UTC

"He seems well," she murmurs half to herself, stepping away from the nameless one she walks over one stall toward the waiting destrier named Destrier and she smiles at him before turning to Edmund and smiling at him as well. Her wand is tucked behind her ear, much like one places a pencil or pen there, and her bare feet make no noise when she moves. Briefly she pauses before inclining her head slightly at him.

"Was it King Edmund?" she asks, because she knows it is King Caspian X, and High King Peter, and Queen Lucy, and Queen Susan. She imagines he too must be of the same cut.

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 13 2009, 14:39:06 UTC

Soldiers had to go through years of training to achieve that same lightfootedness, Edmund muses to himself for a moment before glancing back at her. For once, he doesn't mind answering the question- it seems both easy and natural.

"Yes, it was King Edmund. Just king, though. Peter's the High King. And not anymore."

Destrier was evidently not happy that it was Edmund taking care of him today, instead of Caspian.

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 13 2009, 21:02:07 UTC

"It must be odd for you," she comments the same as if she spoke of weather or a to-do list, but her awareness changed the meaning ever so slightly, as usual, a subtle way of paying attention and not cloying one's company. Peering at King Edmund, she wonders if he misses his kingdom. She thinks Caspian X does, as happy as he seems here, but she supposes that any king or queen would miss what was theirs.

Adjusting the wand behind her ear, she smiles up at Destrier again before going to take one of the apples that Edmund brought with him, pausing to glance at him as if to ask 'this is alright?', though she continues on as if he has given her permission. Wand in her hand quite suddenly, she murmurs something and the apple splits easily down the middle, a clean cut. After she tucks the wand back behind her ear, she digs out the core with her fingers and offers one half up to Destrier.

"He's very faithful."

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 14 2009, 01:20:30 UTC

"It is, a bit." he admits readily, but with a non-committal shrug. "But I know I"ll be getting back there someday." Somday, whenever that was, and hopefully he'd see the others again- Reepicheep and Trumpkin and Caspian as well- but this time in Narnia.

Ed nods his yes and watches her carefully, his face especially unreadable at the use of her magic. He'd known one witch before, of course, but Edmund wasn't such a fool to believe that they were all like this, and magic had helped them in the past.

"That's very...neat." honestly. What an awkward word choice there.

The Just turns to face Destrier, reaching one cautious hand out to calm him. Hopefully the horse would accept him as easily as he did Luna.

"Yes, he is. Caspian's very fond of him."

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 14 2009, 01:30:05 UTC

"Someday," she echoes softly, letting Destrier have the other half of apple and then smiling over at the Just at his comment. Neat? She supposes it is, though it isn't quite as amusing perhaps as something flashier, but there are other days for tricks like that, flowers that give light that never goes out, sparks, and so on ( ... )

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 14 2009, 01:55:00 UTC

"He's doing fine, I think." he glances back at Luna, but not really knowing the answer. Ed's not as good at reading Caspian as he is Peter, simply because the Telmarine is always so consistent. With Peter, it's his eyes that give him away. Always. It's all love and joy and rage captured in them, really.

"How about you, Luna?" Ed has the brush out now and is working on Destrier's mane. The horse for his part seems complacent, if huffy, with this and that's a relief. It's been a while since he's done this, and Ed briefly remembers how foreign diplomats used to be so horrified that the Pevensies were not too proud to saddle their own horses and take care of them. They were toiling kings and queens, if anything.

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 14 2009, 02:57:01 UTC

"Oh I'm fine as well," she nods, lips pressed together lightly. She watches as Edmund tends to Destrier who still seems a little bit put out in regards to the lack of a certain Telmarine's presence. It's alright, she thinks and reaches up with a hand to stroke the side of Destrier's neck, the side opposite the one that the king is tending to of course ( ... )

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 15 2009, 03:24:32 UTC

"I'm well enough." to be honest, Ed wouldn't have minded Luna asking these questions, because he knows he won't be ridiculed. Because he knows that the blonde girl won't call him a lunatic or say that the lot of them should be locked up, or that honestly, weren't they a little old to be playing make-believe?

Luna would understand that it was all real, as real as this world is to the both of them.

Neither of them speaks for a short bit- but it isn't an awkward silence. In fact it's oddly comforting. Ed finishes his work on Destrier's mane, now moving on to his coat- the glossy chestnut glowing under his hands. He really was a fine horse.

"Could you tell me more about the animals from your world? The nargles and things like that."

The way she spoke about them, he reckoned that this was a similar type of thing that they experienced back home. People telling them that they were really too young to know anything. Ed was ready to believe her, in any case.

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 15 2009, 03:40:08 UTC

Having decided that since he is a king but told her that just his name was fine, she will instead add a formality before it, Luna tilts her head at that question and then her smile widens just a fraction ( ... )

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 15 2009, 04:08:24 UTC

He has noticed- Luna seems to be off in a dreamworld most of the time. It's the same childlike, imaginitive quality that is so present in Lucy, only amplified. And part of Edmund cannot understand this- he is the opposite. Sensible and deliberating, there always seems to be only enough time to look at the facts. But these musings will have to wait for now.

"But that's all they do? Steal?" Ed asks curiously, now rubbing down Destrier's coat with a cloth. Caspian certainly took good care of him, and Ed was determined to do just as good of a job.

People do not see if they do not want toAslan ( ... )

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 15 2009, 05:08:30 UTC

"No, the nargles do like to hide. But the thestrals you can see if they're around, but only if you've seen death," she nods, not solemn but serious in her own soft voiced way. It is as if tones fluctuate in levels of soft and distant with her, but never really take her very far from whoever she is speaking to or dealing with. Though not a 'normal' person by any standards, she is aware of her surroundings, more so than others perhaps, and she peers at Edmund quietly, waiting for any reaction, because she knows people well enough to realize that there will be one to wait for.

man-made never made our dreams collide wintersking January 15 2009, 05:29:59 UTC

If he's seen death?

A split-second shadow crosses his face before it's gone, his expression reverting back to its original, unreadable state. Of course he can see them. He's seen death, he's seen war- up close and personal, in all of its harshness. And he's fought and killed, too- they all have and there's no denying it.

"What do they look like? The threstrals." his voice is maybe a slight tone lower. And Luna can see them as well, he's assuming. Because of her mother.

man-made never made our dreams collide suncolors January 15 2009, 05:35:29 UTC

"It's a bit difficult to explain," she nods thoughtfully. "You would know them if you saw them though," she all but promises with a slight turn of her head, several strands of blond hair falling over her shoulder as she looks down. Hands behind her back, fingers threaded, she walks a few paces to one side of the stables, raising one hand to wave at Destrier briefly, her shoes following her.

"We could go looking," she suggests, and it is the same as someone else might invite a person over for tea. This is better, Luna would tell them if asked, but no one is there who will likely ask. Edmund seems willing to believe her and while she has never minded being called loony or avoided, it is rather nice once in a while to encounter someone who looks at her without discomfort. She is not an ogre, and even ogres sometimes have their good points.

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