song for Luna

[suncolors]

☾ 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)
☾

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Where was my head when I needed it most?

[treadingdawn]

It doesn't take long for Caspian to reach the stables after his less than fulfilling exchange with Peter. He neither walks nor runs, but his pace is brisk, controlled. Can someone stride with a purpose while feeling purposeless all at once? The Telmarine doesn't have the patience or mood to entertain the possibility. When he reaches his destination he is glad to see the one face who has stood by him for many years, almost as long as his professor's. It would be inaccurate to say that he prefers the company of an animal to that of his friends, but there is something about the destrier named Destrier that remains painfully true

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[treadingdawn]

Never know? He supposes that's true, Destrier is a fickle sort, sometimes.

"What about your shoes? I can wait with you until they arrive," Caspian offers but he is yet unsure of how those things work. Do they keep a schedule? Are they punctual? Do they keep track of her or is it she who keeps track of them? Either way, his offer still stands. Strangely, he recalls her promise but does not recall holding her to it for any reason.

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[suncolors]

"They won't be joining me today," she shakes her head, toes curling absently. "But thank you," she adds, and then she stands. Peering down at the brunette, she has no concept of how silly it might or might not look for someone so slight as she is to offer her hand as to help the young king to his feet, but that is a normal sort of unawareness that Luna carries with her at all times, and always will.

Eyes on him, and she knowing more than she ought to, it is a strange dynamic the City presents them with, but each will play his or her part through to the end, whenever that moment comes, here, or in their own worlds.

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[treadingdawn]

"Are you sure," he asks but he thinks she answers him when she offers her hand.

Caspian is aware of the difference in build, in height, and it strikes him as funny that they are about the same age but look so different. Perhaps it's a matter of worlds or experiences or maybe people are just born to look and age differently. It's probably the last one, genetics and some other complex sounding things Doctor Suresh has mentioned once or twice. He would not presume one's experience is any more difficult than someone else's just because a boy flees from his own home only to lead a revolution back to a throne rightfully his while a girl is a student at a school full of magic where only certain eyes may see these things called Thestrals. The Pevensies are evidence of looks that belie true experience. Anyway, he does take Luna Lovegood's hand and moves to his feet with ease.

"Thank you," he repeats her words complete with a bow and a kiss to her fingers before he releases her hand. Caspian doesn't know what compelled him to do that,

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[suncolors]

"I am," she nods once, her smile remaining a little more easily than it has so far. "They--" she stops when his lips touch the bend of her fingers and for a very rare moment indeed, Luna finds herself surprised, and what is more, she shows it. People do not often show her affection, great or small, and while this could in some places, Caspian's world even, she imagines, be considered nothing special, just a polite gesture with the flair of the court, it doesn't strike her that way.

It confuses her a bit, but overall, she is equally surprised to find that it brings her a small portion of serenity. She has done the right thing and this person who is good and kind will continue to be the beautiful and admirable king that he must be. He will suffer and he will grieve, but there will, she hopes more fervently than she has hoped in a while, be moments of gentleness as well.

You cannot leave him so alone, she thinks with a deathly quiet, knowing what it is like to both stand in a crowded room and be without anyone, as well as what it is