Al was wise not to give the most literal answer to Edmund's rhetorical question, for that would only have earned him a withering look from the contemplative King. Instead, his reply drew a thoughtful glance and the beginnings of a smile from him. "A fine theory. And the breakers...perhaps they are the whispers of words breaking through and slipping away before we can catch them."
His gaze flicked back to the quiet waters stretched out before them, and his thoughts dwelled for a moment on how faithfully this place had kept his secrets and his hidden doubts, when elsewhere he must be the strong King. "I come here often," he continued, conversationally, almost confidential. "I find it wonderfully peaceful. There is nothing I like better than to change and run the beach north, then curl in a patch of moonlight and drowse to the sound of the shore."
Edmund ran his fingers over the powder-soft sand. One would think that the rocky outcroppings behind them would leave the sand coarse and harsh, but such was the magic of Narnia. Maybe the ocean gods and their people had some hand in it. "What of you, Alphonse? Where do you go when you long for peace?" He turned his head to look at the man beside him, and his lips curved a little more broadly. "If it is not a secret place, you know."
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Date: 2016-06-20 08:13 pm (UTC)Al was wise not to give the most literal answer to Edmund's rhetorical question, for that would only have earned him a withering look from the contemplative King. Instead, his reply drew a thoughtful glance and the beginnings of a smile from him. "A fine theory. And the breakers...perhaps they are the whispers of words breaking through and slipping away before we can catch them."
His gaze flicked back to the quiet waters stretched out before them, and his thoughts dwelled for a moment on how faithfully this place had kept his secrets and his hidden doubts, when elsewhere he must be the strong King. "I come here often," he continued, conversationally, almost confidential. "I find it wonderfully peaceful. There is nothing I like better than to change and run the beach north, then curl in a patch of moonlight and drowse to the sound of the shore."
Edmund ran his fingers over the powder-soft sand. One would think that the rocky outcroppings behind them would leave the sand coarse and harsh, but such was the magic of Narnia. Maybe the ocean gods and their people had some hand in it. "What of you, Alphonse? Where do you go when you long for peace?" He turned his head to look at the man beside him, and his lips curved a little more broadly. "If it is not a secret place, you know."