The Ordinary Princess is sitting on the windowsill, knees drawn up to her chin, staring out at the lake, and ignoring her tea. "Does it get easier? Being here?"
"I hope that you do," he says, finally. "Four years of silence is a terrible thing, but it is better than a lifetime of it, I think. I spent my life wishing I'd told Lucy I loved her when I had the chance, and I finally got another one when I came here."
He gives Gilbert a level, considering look. "But I believe you know what you are about. You have my word, I'll not speak a word of this to Anne, or to Amy." His mouth quirks.
A smile. "I don't think she's still breaking slates over people's heads, but better safe than sorry."
He looks At Caspian, serious again. "And thank you. I'm hardly . . . well, I'm not anything like a king or . . . I'm just Gilbert Blythe from Avonlea. But I hope you won't be offended if I think of you as a friend. We're going to have to trust each other, after all. Because of Anne and Amy."
"She may well have something else on hand," Caspian says, smiling back.
"And I think we are well-met, indeed, Gilbert Blythe, of Avonlea. I am no longer king, you know, just Caspian, a stable-boy and sailor, and I'd be pleased and honored by your friendship."
"She's sleeping," Caspian replies, smiling back at her. It is very hard not to smile back at Anne Shirley.
"In fact, I think I'll go back in--I think she'd like me there when she wakes. I hope it's not too much of a bother, Anne, I don't mean to always be in and out of your room."
[ooc: I know! BTW, Gil might be interested in this (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/8277362.html?thread=346442866#t346442866) conversation with Puck.]
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"I hope that you do," he says, finally. "Four years of silence is a terrible thing, but it is better than a lifetime of it, I think. I spent my life wishing I'd told Lucy I loved her when I had the chance, and I finally got another one when I came here."
He gives Gilbert a level, considering look. "But I believe you know what you are about. You have my word, I'll not speak a word of this to Anne, or to Amy." His mouth quirks.
"And I'll be sure to never call her hair red."
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He looks At Caspian, serious again. "And thank you. I'm hardly . . . well, I'm not anything like a king or . . . I'm just Gilbert Blythe from Avonlea. But I hope you won't be offended if I think of you as a friend. We're going to have to trust each other, after all. Because of Anne and Amy."
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"And I think we are well-met, indeed, Gilbert Blythe, of Avonlea. I am no longer king, you know, just Caspian, a stable-boy and sailor, and I'd be pleased and honored by your friendship."
[ooc: class, back soon.]
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Anne is standing down the hall, her arms full of books and smiling brightly.
"Hello, Caspian. How's Amy feeling?"
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"In fact, I think I'll go back in--I think she'd like me there when she wakes. I hope it's not too much of a bother, Anne, I don't mean to always be in and out of your room."
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He nods, with a bow and a smile to her and Gilbert, before opening the door quietly and stepping back inside.
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Gil looks at Anne. "Are we actually going to study this time? And can I take those for you?" he asks, of her armload of books.
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She shifts the books in her arms, defiantly not handing them over. "And of course we can study. Why, did you have something else in mind?"
[ooc: Say sorry, something came up.]
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"We just never seem to actually get studying done. Library, Miss Shirley?"
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She smiles up at him with dancing eyes. "Do lead on."
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Unless, of course, they get distracted again by all those books.
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