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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    “Don’t be too hard on him,” Edmund starts. “You’d’ve done the same thing for any of us.”

    “It’s different,” Peter says, and regrets it at once. The best and only way to avoid losing an argument with Edmund (if, indeed, an argument is what this is—Peter’s not quite sure yet) is not to talk at all. 

    Bluntly, his brother says, “You should tell him.”

    And all at once, Peter’s tired. Lion’s mane, he’s so tired. He’s weary right down to his bones. “Tell him what, Edmund?”

    (or, five times someone noticed peter’s feelings for caspian, and one time caspian noticed his own.)

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  2. Public Bookmark 25

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    “Truth be told, I think I may be better suited as a scholar than a soldier,” Caspian sighs, picking at the freshly-administered bandages across his palm.

    “Maybe that’s why I’m here, then,” Peter finds himself saying. Caspian’s fingers still, and he looks up at Peter questioningly. “I’ve never been the best student in the bunch, you might say.” He gets by well enough, but he’s always thought quicker with a blade in his hand. Sometimes it’s more like breathing than thinking, that’s how easy it is. Drawing Rhindon beneath what’s left of Cair Paravel was like waking up without realizing he’s been half asleep all along.

    “I am glad,” Caspian says suddenly, not quite meeting his eye, “that the horn brought you here.” He pauses before adding, “All of you.”

    Here is a secret, though poorly kept: Peter’s glad, too.

    (or, peter pevensie, on wanting, and losing, and sometimes on having.)

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    05 Sep 2026

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    Companion piece of Peter's POV to 'north of desire'

  3. Public Bookmark 9

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    “Can't you talk to him?” she suggests, more than a little irritated at her brother’s seeming nonchalance. Peter is burning himself out like a candle or a fuse before their eyes, and yet Edmund steps in time and again to help him out of every mess he throws himself into. It’s upsetting Lucy. It’s frightening Mum.

    And maybe, just maybe, it’s frightening Susan, too.

    “You think I haven’t tried?” Edmund scoffs, and there’s something terribly resigned about his tone, his posture, the way he looks at her tiredly, then, across the board.

    “We can’t let him keep doing this, Ed.”

    “We’re not letting him do anything,” Edmund says. “It’s Pete. You know that.”

    (or, susan, and all the ways she sees her brother; all the things he cannot hide.)

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    06 Sep 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 80

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    “Ask your question, Susan.” He says her name as tenderly as when he first crowned her for the Sun and the South in Cair Paravel that spring so long ago. She can’t quite remember the last time he called her Susan, not daughter or dear one or Gentle or Queen.

    Susan wraps her hands around a chunk of mane each, feeling the warm weight of it settle in her palms, her bones. “Sometimes,” she whispers, “I feel like it would be easier if I could just—forget any of this wasn’t a dream. Don’t you think?”

    “That,” says Aslan very solemnly, “is not for me to say.”

    (or, susan pevensie on losing narnia, herself, and her family—and perhaps on finding them again.)

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  5. Public Bookmark 88

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    “It must have been incredible,” Caspian says, tearing his eyes from the horizon to glance over at Peter, who still watches the tide come in below the crumbled edge of the terrace. “Your Narnia.”

    “It was,” replies Peter, one nail tracing the grooves of the lion-pommel’s mane. He sounds wistful and melancholic and mournful all at once. “Trumpkin told us they’re calling it the Golden Age now, when we ruled. But back then it was just Narnia. I wish— well. I suppose I wish you could have seen it. I think you would have liked it.”

    And Caspian, watching the sunlight dapple Peter Pevensie’s cheekbones, the sea breeze ruffling his hair—Caspian, gazing at a King who stepped right out of the stories his professor used to tell him, out of the Golden Age of Narnia itself; High King Peter the Magnificent, who came when Caspian called—thinks that what he’s seeing right now is more than enough.

    (or, the kings and queens of old are not quite what caspian expected, high king peter most of all. apparently the feeling is mutual.)

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    01 Sep 2026