[Ten Forward] Double Entrance
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queenofmayThis ...
... is not where Marian was supposed to be.
But it says a lot about her last five years, more than the century she comes from, that she scans the room across her vantage point first. Eyebrows faintly furrowing when her lips press. It's not where she's supposed to be, but neither were Milliways, The House of Arch, The London Underground, or Ambergeldar. It's different, entirely different, but the mixed-up crowd is almost familiar enough.
There's sure to be someone in charge somewhere in this group. She just has to figure out which and start from there.
Caspian might agree, except that he's certain he's precisely where he's supposed to be -- only ever a step behind, and no further.
He takes another half-step, enough to come just behind her shoulder, casting a curious look about the strange room, but his hand never strays to the hilt at his hip, and his shoulders never tense.
"Strange," he says, low enough that his voice carries only to her ear. "And here I'd supposed we'd found the last of the doors that might open."
(Memorial Weekend Special: Two darlings for the price of one! Feel free to tag both, or one or the other, just tell us who you want. All threads timed to post Marian & Caspian's first one likely.)
... is not where Marian was supposed to be.
But it says a lot about her last five years, more than the century she comes from, that she scans the room across her vantage point first. Eyebrows faintly furrowing when her lips press. It's not where she's supposed to be, but neither were Milliways, The House of Arch, The London Underground, or Ambergeldar. It's different, entirely different, but the mixed-up crowd is almost familiar enough.
There's sure to be someone in charge somewhere in this group. She just has to figure out which and start from there.
Caspian might agree, except that he's certain he's precisely where he's supposed to be -- only ever a step behind, and no further.
He takes another half-step, enough to come just behind her shoulder, casting a curious look about the strange room, but his hand never strays to the hilt at his hip, and his shoulders never tense.
"Strange," he says, low enough that his voice carries only to her ear. "And here I'd supposed we'd found the last of the doors that might open."
(Memorial Weekend Special: Two darlings for the price of one! Feel free to tag both, or one or the other, just tell us who you want. All threads timed to post Marian & Caspian's first one likely.)