#isprins

jonathan didn't find it too particularly important to reveal to caspian exactly who he and his little band was. after all, the other had already figured out that they weren't exactly honest with how they came across some of their belongings. so, the details truly didn't matter, right? when he went out and left the other sleeping peacefully, he expected to come back to caspian exactly where he'd left him. unfortunately, that wasn't the case. "caspian? hey, what's wrong? has something happened?" jonathan quickly asked as his eyes landed on the other -- completely dissolved in tears and appearing distraught. jonathan practically ran to close the distance between them, hands reaching out to delicately touch and feel the other out to ensure there was no sort of injury. "i'm here -- you're safe," he said soothingly, concern tainting his tone.

asten’s jaw tightened as his eyes trained onto some space that was neither here nor there. there was an uneasiness in his stomach that made him feel ill – though, that was no an unfamiliar thing to him. however, this was much more forbidding, much more real. he shook his head as their eyes met once again. “loving you is far from a burden, caspian,” he said softly, his hand reaching up to push some stray locks from the other’s face. “quite the contrary. and, i find it hard to believe that the words ‘cursed’ and ‘miserable’ are related to you at all. perhaps, the fault simply lies with me and it is i who should be apologising to you. i am no stranger to bad luck and the sorts. it seems i am simply tainting you with it.”

phillip’s smile was lazy and adoring, beyond grateful that he could spend such perfect moments like this with caspian. there was no person better nor perfectly suited for him in this world or the next. goosebumps chased after the other’s fingertips, almost causing the prince to shiver. “now you are the one giving me credit i do not deserve,” he playfully retorted. “perhaps, we can agree that we have both completed each other – and, that is a magic that no one can possess but the joining of two soulmates.” each small touch shared between them felt like fire licking phillip’s skin, yet it did not burn. it invited him in, made him crave hid own destruction if that fire had been one of damage and chaos. instead, it was one of comfort and security. “and, i was made to love you. i have no other purpose. i would think that to be terrifying, but i could not be more happy.”

elias didn't think when he reached out to take Caspian's wrist -- working on instinct alone. he hadn't wanted to be separated from the other ever since they found each other again. but, to Caspian, elias was a complete stranger. elias cleared his throat, shaking his head as he forced himself to release the other's wrist. "my apologies. the night fails to be lovely when you're gone," he said softly, finding the words to finally say all the things his heart sung about when they first met. "i don't want you to think that i'll keep you here against your will. but, if you give me time, i think you'll come to find that i'm much more than i present to be." it was the smallest of hints.

there was a slight wheeze that accented olaf's shallow breathing as he laid on the cool stone floor -- the only thing that was remotely cool in the room. there was a chain binding his ankle to the wall, hands tied in front of him. he'd been held here for days -- the fire continuously blazing on the other side of the room. his complexion was dusted pink with fever, sweat coating his skin and giving it a sickly shine. there was a dazed look in his eye until he saw caspian walk through the door, perking up slightly. "caspian -- there you are. i wondered when you'd show up. i didn't tell anyone, i promise," he mumbled through the gag between his teeth, referring to the secret truth of both caspian's abilities and the truth of the caves in crystalia.

lyndon pouted slightly, leaning into the other’s touch. “you shouldn’t have to worry about being good enough for it. there’s a reason why it came to you,” he said, disappointed that the kiss was so fleeting. “you make me feel all too important. i know you would be able to handle it all without me,” he continued, though a small smile graced his features. he reached out to pull caspian closer, pressing small kisses to the other’s cheek and neck while he spoke between each one. “i think the hardest thing for you will be dealing with me as a partner. i get greedy and needy and lonely. how will i survive when you’re being all proper and away from me?” he teased.

now, more than ever, phillip wished he could be close to caspian. but, something had changed between them ever since their run-in with maleficent. he could understand a hesitation from caspian – a fear that some like that could happen again. but, phillip would think that the other would seek out comfort rather than isolation. it made phillip feel slightly unwanted – as if caspian’s eyes had been opened and knew he could do better than what phillip could offer him. phillip had failed to protect the both of them after all. still, he needed caspian close and decided to take the other to their secret place rather than to the party where phillip would surely lose sight of caspian. a soft laugh escaped phillip as he shook his head, moving to stand in front of the other. “you know i don’t want to talk about the party, caspian.” he reached up to delicately push back a strand of the prince’s hair. he was too careful. he’d never been afraid of touching caspian before. in fact, he’d been too touchy as they grew up together. “have i failed you?” he asked gently, eyes falling to the space between them. “it’s as if you’re still in that far away place since we came back, and i cannot seem to catch you. do you not wish to marry me? i will not pin you down if it feels as though there is a part of your heart meant for something else.” his mouth felt incredibly dry as his heart heavily beat. he worried about the answer, afraid he would have to exercise that unconditional love allowing those you love to leave when it is better for them.

kovu’s jaw ached with how tightly he clenched it, hands balling up at his sides. his heart sung for caspian and only caspian – something he knew he would never experience if he hadn’t gone through his hardships. so, why would fate try to keep them apart when it was the very thing that brought them together? “caspian,” he said softly, kneeling down in front of the other and taking his hands into his – trying to catch his gaze. “why would they choose to help me and then cast me out once the dust has settled? do you not think we are worth one final fight? i would destroy every kingdom on this earth to be with you.”