Post by King Caspian X on Dec 28, 2010 17:30:08 GMT -4
Caspian bowed slightly as Edmund left, noting the knife he took with him. Poor boy. He wouldn't end that habit for some time -the weaponry precautions in his own home. It was almost a good thing. After all, how many attacks had already happened, right here in the castle? It was sad that they should have to be so paranoid, but it was necessary... arguably. There was one apologetic reason that particularly bothered Caspian, though. Edmund shouldn't have to fight for him. Not in the situation he was in. He could understand the need to fight for a family, and a family was a fine thing to fight for. But it worried him for future battles, as there were sure to be. Edmund was young. Older once, but young. Caspian didn't want him coming to some heroic rescue if he got in a jam. He didn't want him to do anything that would cost his life. And as it had been proved over and over again through their experiences, it was the good that died young.
He felt the sudden kick from his son, not yet aware, as Susan was, that it was a hiccup. Caspian stroked her, wondering if the baby could feel him as much as he could feel the baby. He felt the sudden warmth from Susan's body as she repositioned herself closer to him. His eye brows perked up on his forehead; his lips turned up into a smile, though his teeth remained concealed behind them, and he welcomed her kiss with a low hum. His hands moved from her belly to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. "And every time we are together..." he said devilishly, not bothering to finish his sentence. She would know what he meant to say. And she needn't be worried anymore. Caspian wouldn't leave her again tonight. He reached down and picked her up, carrying her up the two flights of stairs from the kitchen, to the main hall, to their bedroom hallway, only setting her down once within their chamber. He could see where she had thrown back the covers after discovering him gone, and laid her there, covered her again. He wouldn't be rejoining her in bed, though. His chair sat empty by his desk, and he would occupy that chair whenever Edmund came back from his bath.
He felt the sudden kick from his son, not yet aware, as Susan was, that it was a hiccup. Caspian stroked her, wondering if the baby could feel him as much as he could feel the baby. He felt the sudden warmth from Susan's body as she repositioned herself closer to him. His eye brows perked up on his forehead; his lips turned up into a smile, though his teeth remained concealed behind them, and he welcomed her kiss with a low hum. His hands moved from her belly to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. "And every time we are together..." he said devilishly, not bothering to finish his sentence. She would know what he meant to say. And she needn't be worried anymore. Caspian wouldn't leave her again tonight. He reached down and picked her up, carrying her up the two flights of stairs from the kitchen, to the main hall, to their bedroom hallway, only setting her down once within their chamber. He could see where she had thrown back the covers after discovering him gone, and laid her there, covered her again. He wouldn't be rejoining her in bed, though. His chair sat empty by his desk, and he would occupy that chair whenever Edmund came back from his bath.