blueofthebay: (Dear LJ)
[personal profile] blueofthebay
...but it is not this day.

Shamelessly stolen from [ profile] wanderlustlover, partially because I am ashamed of giving her the same two characters over and over again.  (Can I be blamed if I love Caspian and Marian?)

Comment with a pair of characters (one has to be mine) and I'll give you a paragraph from my character's POV on how they view yours.

All characters are fair game: OC's, Milliways, Outpost 12, I Did What With Who? and any others.  I'm sitting here at work trying to pretend that if I drink enough water and stay warm enough I can avoid getting very sick, so I need a distraction!

In distinctly more awesome news, Z and I are going to DISNEYWORLD! I can't wait!  We've never had a for real vacation together that wasn't due to needing to visit one of our families.  It's going to be AMAZING.

Date: 2012-01-05 10:57 pm (UTC)
wanderlustlover: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wanderlustlover
Obviously this calls for: Caspian on Marian.

(I wouldn't even mind getting it both from Milli & AU)
Edited Date: 2012-01-05 10:57 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-06 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You got it.

(And I wouldn't mind Marian on Caspian, either!)


Marian is passionate. He once thought she reminded him of Lucy, but Lucy, these days, is more of a dreamer, softer-spoken and more thoughtful than she once was. Marian has a soft voice but fire in her soul; she speaks to him of the good she wishes for England and rails against how little power she feels she has. She speaks to him as though he has some counsel he might be able to give, and when he's talking with her, he feels useful again, as if his thoughts and words and advice might once more mean something. Not that he is in some way discontent with the life of a stablemaster, but Marian reminds him of the days when he used to seek out justice, adventure, the truth behind all the lies Uncle had fed him as a child. She is like a compass needle, always focused straight and true though she worries that she wavers. In her friendship, he is Caspian and he is Lord and he is a Knight of Narnia, and they talk for long hours over the glowing embers of the fire or out by the fresh breeze off the lake, comparing worlds, telling stories, and in those hours, he grows young and idealistic again, and remembers how it felt to set off across a world without a map. She is witty, kind, full of wonder, and he can think of no more pleasant greeting when he is weary from work than her smile and teasing talk. Such friends are to be treasured, he thinks, and treasure her friendship he does.


Her eyes shade in all the colors of blue and slate and dusk, fascinating him. Raven feathers in her hair. It's a personal triumph every time he makes her laugh, surprising that white smile into existence, but Marian, he thinks, staring at her until she laughs and throws a twig at him, is so much more than loveliness. She makes his words stumble and his heart leap: she teases him and scolds him and her tempers flashes with the sudden striking of lightning. She is determined and full of passion, the strongest person he knows. He thinks of her hair streaming like a banner in salt wind aboard the Dawn Treader, and it makes him want to take her hand and go racing off into the East, to find a place no one but them has ever seen. She inspires madness, challenges him, is so much better than he could ever hope to be, and when he looks at her and her mouth softens into a smile, he falls a little further. She is thoroughly unimpressed with his station, dares him to be more than King, to be the best man he is capable of being. She is the wild rumble of horsehooves beating the ground in a race, she is the daring East Wind, she is the moon and stars that pull at his soul. And besides -- she makes him laugh. How could he not love her?
Edited Date: 2012-01-06 09:27 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-11 04:39 am (UTC)
wanderlustlover: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wanderlustlover

He is her aspiration. Not that she would have ever said this word aloud, but she hoped on the best and worst, days and night, that it showed through. In her actions and her esteem, even if he never could venture far into her world to see the ripples his words effected there. Aspiration is the right word, though. And she has held in the small space between her finger and thumb since very little time after meeting him.

The boy with the sun in his hair and the storm clouds in his eyes, who was both light-heart friend and once-upon-a-time king. He is what she wants to believe her future can be, once the darkness is fought for long enough, hard enough, deep enough. The winning of a kingdom, the turning of hardned hearts light, the earning of love in the daily light, the promise of a future. He is not hope, itself, but he gives her hope in a life that little has it. And if she'd ever truly dare to admit it, the dream of rest against the mane of a Lion who still seems easier to forgive than the man.

He is as steady as the trees in her forest, and the waves in lake, ever constant in a pattern made only for them, for him, of him. The steady way he could take an elbow or ask a question. The way the silence of his rarest understanding of situations comforted. He is a friend to be treasured, ever and ever, relieved and delighted on each new occasion.
Edited Date: 2012-01-11 04:39 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-13 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So lovely. I adore how they both feel the other challenges them to be better and how they give each other so much support and hope.

Date: 2012-01-22 06:47 pm (UTC)
wanderlustlover: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wanderlustlover
The other part I owe you (not kidding I've left this marked as unread so I'll keep returning to it, to give you the second half)


His a once a king and always a king, and she joked at the beginning that they were too different for this ever to work. But even then she knew it was a lie. Because they are too alike for it to never not happen. Because they are solemn, dedicated people, who would give up all but everything they are to see freedom and justice and the right win through the long, hard, dark nights into the glorious bright roar of a dawn. Because they saw first and foremost a kindred spirit, like, but not, them.

But she doesn't think of him as the king, who is so far above her actual station in either of their worlds, even if she might say the excuse. She thinks of him as a boy. A boy with storm cloud eyes, that lighten unexpectedly, with edge crinkles when he laughs. With hay in hair, and inspiring comfort, advice, and ideas always on his tongue. She thinks of him as an erstwhile, unexpected partner in crime, who never holds her back, or pushes her forward, but grasps her hand and runs into the fray of each new adventure right there at her side, together, equals.

He is the most grounded, steady person she's ever met. Like the tallest of swaying trees, and the consistency of how the ocean, never one shape, never in one place, also never once stops throwing waves on the shore, in an endless, never changing pattern of life. Capable of pulling her from any darkness, capable of marking her believe any promise. His temper is rare, but lightening like in its point, an it makes him one of the few people who can cause her quick regret in her own easy anger. But what isn't rare, is his understanding, even then. As though he had already seen into the mirror at the heart of her soul and found nothing there that wasn't accepted, cherished, the way she had with him.


blueofthebay: (Default)

July 2012

8 91011121314

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 19th, 2017 03:16 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios