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Peter Pevensie ([personal profile] of_northern_skies) wrote in [community profile] hugtopia_logs2020-03-05 10:49 pm

When the lights fade out

Who: Peter and you!
Where: Ainea's temple -> Empty space near the basic housing.
When: Early Ainir, while a certain Lucis Caelum is passed out
What: Fretting. And sparring. But mostly fretting.
Rating: PG-13 due to violence against blankets. And maybe a few choice words.


Morning I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you

By most reasoning, Peter was still new to this place. Two months was not long in the over all scheme of things, at least not according to him. He was a king, his view point had to be farther sighted than most. As such, he'd taken his time to ease into this place and it's particular brand of chaos, watching the days go by until he started to recognize faces and patterns and smiles. He dipped his toes into social gatherings and made idle chit chat, but mostly he kept to himself and his brother in the small 'townhouse' that they'd been given.

Like most things in life, there was always an exception to the norm and in Peter's that exception had come in the bright smile and mischievous green eyes of one Regis Lucis Caelum. The man was a pleasure to be around and Peter had grown close to him. So when he'd learned that his friend was ill the news had hit him hard.

Ainea's temple was strange to him, but it's halls had become less so as he visited. Every day he came, first thing in the morning, sitting on the edge of the bed his friend was laid out on and holding his hand. Sometimes he told Regis about the day before or about Edmund's latest knowledge dump. Sometimes he told him about the dreams he'd had, usually of Narnian summers and the smell of warm salt air. Sometimes he just sat quietly.

Really, he was bound to run into someone from Regis' life sooner rather than later, but he'd take his chances and deal with it when the situation arose.


Afternoon But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide

Very early in his kingship, Peter had learned a very important lesson. Emotions could not be hidden. They had to be dealt with and worked through in order for them to become and remain an ally to someone as instinctual as himself. Bottling up pain, anger, or fear only served as a stopper between his mind and his body. As such, Oreius had spent many a day teaching him how to work through that stopper and free what he'd been afraid to feel.

It made him a good king and a better man.

Here was no different. Watching Regis lay on that bed, so quiet and still, left him off kilter and restless. That coupled with the lack of training space had called for drastic measures. A place nearby had been found that was mostly empty. A request for more bedding, the worst quality the natives had to offer preferably. A wire to wrap everything together and then it was just a matter of climbing up the lamp post to hang the bundle of bedding. It wasn't as steady as a proper dummy, but it would offer feedback and a target.

Afternoons found him at his new training grounds, sword in both hands for once as he worked through each guard position with the kind of fluid grace that only came with years of experience. Vom tag, ochs, pflug, alber, back to vom tag over and over until his muscles felt warm and loose under his skin. He added footwork, taking sure and solid steps as he circled his 'foe'.

Regis had been so still.

Vom tag, ochs, pflug, alber and this time he added an oberhaw, striking out at the hanging bundle of bedding with a cry that was far more ragged than he cared to admit.
ofthewaste: (chilled to the bone)

Afternoon, of course

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-06 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows Peter is upset but he hadn't expected him to be this upset. Of course... this Peter hasn't lost his Kingdom, his people, Tumnus, the Beavers, Sallowpad......

Thinking like that is not going to do a damned thing for Edmund. But he knows all too well that a hanging target will not be nearly enough for Peter to really vent his emotions. Edmund doesn't have all of his skills, perhaps, but he has his blades and that is enough for now. He really needs to invest in some armor, especially if they're going to keep training like this.

Peter strikes, falls back into his positions, one after another... And the next strike doesn't thump against fabric but instead clashes against another blade, a skillful parry but predictable. He pushes back against Peter's sword, waits for him to ease off before settling back on his heels.]


His friend awoke after some time, I'm sure he will too.

[He shifts his weight, kicking Peter's shield towards him. It falls flat a foot or two ahead of him, between them. There but not as easily accessible as it could be. A clear challenge. Take it if you can, Brother.]
twistedempathy: (He isn't always wrong)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-08 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey. Hey, boys. Ceiling trainer is watching you communicate.

.....Okay, so maybe climbing up to perch on the dangling bundle of blankets isn't quite the ceiling. But The Great Outdoors doesn't have a ceiling to lurk from, so it's close enough! And he's pretty sure it's not really eavesdropping if they're having this conversation in public where anyone who passes by can listen in. Right? Nothing shady here at all.

He just couldn't help but notice a very animated fight going on. And as a self-respecting trainer constantly striving to be the very best of the best like noone ever was, how can he not stop and spectate, and see if he can pick up any ideas of his own from their fighting styles and strategies?

He's just going to lurk until either he's spotted or they tire themselves out sparring. Sorry, boys.]
ofthewaste: (spellbound and unchild-proofed)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-09 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Edmund watches his brother carefully, recognizing that feint for what it is at the last moment. Instead of jumping back out of the way of the blade he uses the advantage of Peter's reach, sidestepping right up into his space, the smaller of his blades whipping flat against his side, a strike that could have opened his brother's side but will, instead, leave only a stinging welt.

That single strike does leave him open for a fleeting moment if Peter is able to adjust his footing to follow as Edmund pushes through that strike. Rotating as he moves to try to flank Peter. If the larger man isn't quick about it he'll soon find Edmund between him and his shield. Rather the opposite of what he wanted.

The question gets no response. Edmund knows better. There are no words that Peter would take heart in right now. Aslan himself would be hard pressed to calm the High King's anxieties. It's exactly those worries that allow Edmund to lay a blade on his brother so swiftly. The sharp sting of that blow will do more to hone Peter's focus than any words possibly could.]
ofthewaste: (our bond full-blown)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[If this was any other day they'd be on a grassy field in the Narnian sun or playing with broomsticks in the back garden no matter how many times Mother had told them not to. If it were any other day they'd be more evenly matched in size and strength. But Edmund is hardly half the weight he will be in 15 years (or is that the weight he was 2 years ago?) and Peter is conditioned to fighting against creatures that are far larger and steady on their feet. Even in training his opponents would be fauns and dwarves, near impossible to set off kilter.

Edmund's feet shoot out from under him with an almost comical ease, the boy seeming to hover for a fraction of a second before he slams down onto his back. It is not soft spring grass beneath him but the unforgiving strength of concrete. His vision blurs, the air punched from his lungs. There's a delay, the briefest of seconds, two, three, then he's rolling, one blade knocked from his hand but the other held tight. Away then up to one knee then to his feet.

It is smooth and precise and his muscles know the motions even if his eyes can't keep up with the way the world tilts dangerously. He keeps his feet even though he's clearly unsteady, blinking hard as though he can merely will the dizziness away. He knows how to fall better than that, to use the motion, the roll backwards and be on his feet again before his opponent can really finish their turn.

But this wasn't any other day and instead he finds his gaze drifting off center, unable to focus on his brother just yet, an unexpected flash of violet over his brothers shoulder adding distraction to what might be a mild concussion. He's had worse. Much worse. Even just in play he's been dealt worse. He knows what happened but what he doesn't know is...]


What are you doing up there?
twistedempathy: (Default)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-16 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Spectating. Hi.

[Will waves from his perch, as though this is the most natural thing in the world. Why shouldn't they have an audience? Why shouldn't he get a Pidgeot's eye view of the action.]

You two are really something. Are you okay?
ofthewaste: (I am a wunderkind)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-19 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Edmund looks at Will curiously, takes the opportunity to let the world settle a little. By the Lion, he misses grass. Is he okay? Mostly, he's certainly had worse. But how can he consider Will's question when Peter just, oh so brazenly, turned his back on him.

Brother he may be but he is also Peter's opponent right now and the fact that he would so willfully offer him his back is outright insulting.

He's on his feet again in a moment, crossing swiftly to where his brother stands, even taking the time to grab his other blade. He could force Peter back into position, give him another stinging blow with the flat of his blade over a vital place. A reminder not to dismiss him so easily. But he is also curious about the violet-haired man so the only retaliation Peter gets is the side of one blade whipping down to swat him across the ass instead.

No damage there, just humiliation.]


I know Orieus has taught you better than to turn your back on an opponent.

[Edmund nods towards Will, still angling himself so he can watch Peter in his peripheral vision.]

I'll be fine, thank you.
twistedempathy: (You may never understand)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-19 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[As stressed as he has been, even Will can't help an undignified little snort of amusement as the brothers immediately put each other in their place, one after another.]

Sorry, sorry. Go on, don't let me distract you!

[Will makes a gesture that's equal parts apologetic wave and shooing gesture. If either of them had wanted an official time out, they would have said so, right? Ed has pretty clearly demonstrated he's not too badly off, so he won't worry or meddle any further.]
ofthewaste: (My least favorite chill to bare alone)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-19 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edmund cocks a brow at Will, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. It is a good perch to watch from but of all the random things... This is what happens when they're sparring in the middle of the city.]

It's hardly the first time we'd ha- [The word gets cut off as the breath is knocked from him, staggering to the side as Peter shoulder checks him with that shield. He scowls, brings one hand up to hover in front of his mouth before he thinks better of it. The expression on his face is almost comical how miserable it is. But then he spits to the side, blood splattering the stones at his feet and he's not quite willing to close his mouth completely.

Thanks, Brother. Now he's bit his lip and split it open.

The grip on his blades shifts, adjusting to better accommodate his stance and he faces Peter head on. Sorry Will, he has to kick his brother's ass before they can talk, apparently.]
ofthewaste: (destined to roam)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-19 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
If only hitting you taught you anything.

[Ed starts to smirk but it is stifled as the stretch of his lip stings and sends even more blood into his mouth. For a moment he simply circles, Peter, watching him settle into himself, knowing that there will be no more distractions.

Good.

And then he rushes forward, a feint easily blocked by the shield, another strike meant to slide into the gap created by that reaction. He doesn't stay still long enough to see if that blow hits, sidestepping, giving back some of the space he had taken from Peter. If it were a lesser opponent he could drive forward, force them to yield with a series of quick strikes but he must allow some space if only to avoid getting hit by Peter again. Even at his best Edmund could only withstand a few blows from the larger man. Precision vs Power.]
ofthewaste: (I lift the envelope pushed far enough to)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[There wasn't time to snark back, no matter how much he wanted to.

Peter followed him and Edmund's expression shifted from one of concentration to sly amusement. Yes, perfect. Peter was moving forward as he swung down so the only thing Edmund had to do was stop moving for the larger man to overreach, just slightly, just enough so that when Edmund brought his own sword down, blade angled out away from them both, the hilt smashed into Peter's wrist. He wasn't in his full armor but even if he had been the dull point on the hilt would have dug in between the plates.

If he was lucky, Peter would drop his sword. If he didn't have enough force behind it the other man's hand was still pinned to his hip so that when he rolled his wrist, swinging his blade around it laid over the length of Peter's arm, blade tapping lightly against his throat. It wouldn't be enough to decapitate him if they'd been in battle, not enough momentum, but certainly enough to debilitate him.

Tap tap. A cocked brow as if to say "Try again, Brother?" and then Edmund was pushing playfully against Peter's shield, backing up a few steps, falling into position to defend once more.]
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[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-22 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not that fragile.

[Utterly unfazed by Peter's outrage. You concussed him, brother. Fair's fair.

This time Edmund knows better, speed and surprise are his advantages. Best to let Peter build up his own momentum so that he can use it against the larger man. So for now, he waits, light on his feet, swords held loosely but ready. Too much tension will make the wait work against him.]
ofthewaste: (Oh ominous place)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-22 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter rushes forward and Edmund knows damn well his brother is not so foolish as to try genuinely rushing him straight on. He's going to bring his sword into play at the last moment, try to make it a surprise.

It's... not a surprise.

Edmund dodges, not back or away but below, diving into one shoulder before rolling neatly back to his feet now a step and a half to Peter's right. There's a moment where his body is moving before his vision has entirely caught up, an unfortunate side effect of the concussion. One arm tucking neatly behind his back, sword laid up across his shoulder as he swings with the other, a swift blow aimed for the back of Peter's right shoulder. ]
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[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-23 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[The shield is no match for Edmund, the sheer weight of it is nearly the same as his whole body. It forces his arm wide, leaves him open for that strike. He scowls at Peter, bringing his other arm around and snapping his sword against his brother's, pushing it away.

Fine. Fine.

The fact that Edmund doesn't sass him is evidence that he's done playing as well, circling back around Peter, watching him carefully as they reset once more. Edmund doesn't quite wait for Peter this time. The first step Peter takes forward Edmund matches, swift and agile, skidding just barely off center, one strike to push his sword down, offhand blade ringing against the stone, pinning Peter's sword in the space between Edmund's boot and blade. Another strike, not a slash but a lunge, trying to force Peter to chose between dropping his blade or taking the strike to his belly.

He wouldn't actually hurt his brother but he also knew better than to hesitate or let him believe for even a second that he wouldn't do it.]
twistedempathy: (That we hide away forever)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-23 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Will is quiet and still as he watches, high above the brothers' tussle. No more distractions for them--they fight hard, as seriously as though it was a legitimate duel to the death or a battlefield. Vicious, aggressive tactics, sometimes deceptive but never underhanded. His eyes are more often drawn to Edmund--the boy's style simply suits his own better--, but honestly, they're both quite admirable fighters in their own right.

He obligingly waits until Peter yields--to his king? Now that's interesting--, but once the victory is taken, they'll find themselves receiving a hearty round of applause. Bravo!]
ofthewaste: (Compatriots in place)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-29 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter finally yields and Edmund smirks, stepping closer to his brother. Normally he would have offered a hand, helped the larger man to his feet, a small show of companionship after the fight. But as he is right now trying to give Peter a hand up would only have pulled him down on top of the blond. He'll have to settle for a playful pat on his shoulder.

Only once Peter is on his feet will he turn towards Will, sheathing his blades and offering a dramatic bow, one arm crossed over his chest in something that vaguely resembles a salute, though they have nothing quite so formal in Narnia.]


I hardly expected to have an audience. I would have worn something far flashier if I'd known we were to be a spectacle.
twistedempathy: (You may never understand)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-30 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
You both look perfectly dashing already, you know. How could I handle either of you being even more spectacular?

[Clearly he would just swoon and fall straight from the spot! The most appreciative audience, right here.]
ofthewaste: (I am a wunderkind)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-30 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Edmund is already rolling his eyes as soon as Peter says the word Telmarine. He can't expect anything less from him but it's silly so far as he's concerned. As it came from his Majesty's own closet it is by definition Narnian. But Edmund can't simply say that.

Will's commentary gets an odd look from Edmund, curious, nearly embarrassed but then he's glancing back at Peter, then to Will, then raising one brow with a devious smirk.]


Why, Brother. It seems as though your hard-won physique has already earned you an admirer.

[Yes, much better to take the piss out of his brother than acknowledge how much he hates his body right now. Mmmhmm. Yep.]
twistedempathy: (Though we share so many secrets)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-30 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Ordinarily, the mischievous smile would rise naturally to his lips. He would barely have to think about teasing them back, or offering some playful banter.

Times aren't ordinary, though. It does come, along with an openly appreciative look as Peter pulls his shirt off, but only with unusual effort.]


How could an admirer like me possibly resist watching? You boys were just putting on such a thrilling show!

[Will spreads his hands apologetically, swaying a little in the breeze.]

I only wish I had that kind of news to bring you. I could help with being indisposed, though.....
ofthewaste: (destined to roam)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-30 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Edmund frowns, looks over his brother as he pulls his shirt off, then sighs. One hand raises to rest lightly on Peter's shoulder.]

We'll put some ice on it when we get home.

[But the mention of Regis, for who else could they be talking about, has his attention snapping to Will. He knows his brother's king infatuation friend?]
twistedempathy: (That we hide away forever)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-30 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
That's right! Nice to meet you both~ ♥

[It's not nearly as impressive as the boys' swordplay, but it's still a little touch of whimsy, to help keep the conversation light even after the mention of Regis. Will shifts on his perch to draw one leg up, hooks his knee around the wire, and lets himself topple backwards. A twist of his hips leaves the swaying bundle spinning so that he can face them, dangling upside down and at a more manageable height to offer them both a hand. It's only polite to shake when you're introducing yourself, right?]
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[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-03-30 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment Edmund thinks he's slipped, finally. His heart lurches into his throat and he dashes forward, only to stagger to a stop barely a foot away from where Will is now dangling.]

Stars be damned. You gave me quite a fright, you know.

[But he huffs out a sigh, amused despite his embarrassment, snatching Will's hand for a somewhat odd handshake.]
twistedempathy: (Though we share so many secrets)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-03-30 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't usually have such a perfect opportunity to, so no. You're just lucky, I'm afraid.

[Will's grin is somewhere between mischievous and apologetic as he shakes their hands, clothes and hair dangling as he hangs. He just doesn't have nearly as many chances to be a real brat or showboat around here as he does at home, luckily for everyone. Everyone pretty much expects Elites to be a little eccentric, after all! It's part of their charm, and part of their entertainment value for the crowds.]

Lucky and sweet for worrying. How can I make it up to you, hmmm~?
ofthewaste: (Our best back-pocket secret)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-04-01 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Edmund huffs a sigh, pointedly ignoring Will's offer. Being all sweet and innocent now he's scared the life out of them. Typical.]

I didn't think it possible for someone to be nearly as bad as Lu.

[A cutting look for Will that lasts only a few seconds before he surrenders to just being exasperated.]

I've been proven wrong it seems.
twistedempathy: (That we hide away forever)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-04-01 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a startled little yip as he's pushed; Will is effortlessly sent spinning, stretching out his free leg to make a show of it.]

Whoever this Lu is, she sounds delightful.
ofthewaste: (no aprehended gloom)

[personal profile] ofthewaste 2020-04-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Our younger sister.

[Edmund watches Will swing for a moment before he shakes his head and very pointedly turns his back on the show off other man.]

Stars above, watching you is making me dizzy.
twistedempathy: (You may never understand)

[personal profile] twistedempathy 2020-04-01 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
After that knock to the head? I'm not surprised.

[Will holds up (down?) his hands at the invitation, even as he spins.]

I don't know about that..... I'm not much of a fighter myself, you know. My Pokémon do the battling for me.

Besides, didn't you just say you were indisposed?