Oh oh oh! Susan and Peter are utter bickery joyous love. I just sort of expired with delight. (And then again at the mere whispered potential of tree/Susan/Caspian/Peter/dryad/I don't even know but it's awesome.)
He reaches for the horn, some tangible evidence that he is not alone, but his hand flexes, empty. Oh Caspian. Throughout, really, his adjustment and fears and uncertainties, but that line was rather the perfect encapsulation of the sudden rush of events and they way they leave him.
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Date: 2008-07-18 12:18 am (UTC)He reaches for the horn, some tangible evidence that he is not alone, but his hand flexes, empty.
Oh Caspian. Throughout, really, his adjustment and fears and uncertainties, but that line was rather the perfect encapsulation of the sudden rush of events and they way they leave him.
Just splendid.