mythological beauty ;

above   them  ,   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬   &   𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧  .

[cairspian]

# 𝙲𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽  is  an  independent  +  private  roleplay  blog   𝑓𝑡.  CASPIAN  X  from  c.s.  lewis’s  the  chronicles  of  narnia  series .   film - based  with  influences  from  the  books  and  headcanons .   primarily  plot  driven .   heavily  affiliated  with  @petervel​ .   captained  by  𝑧𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑎 ,   18+ .

↪  gallery :   carrd   +   promo   +   tracker   +   divergences

𝑎𝑛  𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛  𝑜𝑓 :    inheriting  grief  ,    the  house  that  haunts  ,   devouring  without  guilt  ,   a  love  that  stains  ,    reaping  what  you  sow  ,   &   the  wild  seas .

[cairspian]

im still alive just so u fellas know <3

[cairspian]

i am so bad at keeping up with celeb behavior what did b*n b*rnes do?

brownface in the big wedding and hes also long time friends with (this is "speculation" even though hes been heavily hinting about it on ig stories but hes hooked up with and has Also written several songs about) blackfacer actress juli*nne h*ugh and blocked people of color who called him out on it HELP

[cairspian]

help the dirt on b*n b*rnes is finally going mainstream

[cairspian]

how do i even get the motivation to make my icons from scratch again T_T

[southernsea]

prince  caspian  …    the  tenth  .

[cairspian]

my caspian icons :(((

[petervel]

NARNIAN STRENGTH?

[petervel]

update there’s a matching benjamin interview and he just used the word ‘narnianized’ in reference to caspian’s film arc. what the fuck

[cairspian]

excuse me.

[cairspian]

                                 they    are    just    coming    to    their    nearest  .

#𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍   +   #𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 :     heavily  affiliated  interpretations  of  caspian  x  and  peter  richard  pevensie  from  c.s.  lewis’    ‘ the  chronicles  of  narnia ’     novels .

a  joint  exploration  of  :     trust   /   devotion   /   faith ,     mirror  souls ,     the  homeland  personified  ,     the  sun  and  the  shade ,     mutual  sacrifice  as  a  violent  gesture  of  love ,     and  the  stars .     beloved  by  zelda   &   megaera .

[cairspian]

PETER  /  petervel·:

where  must  you  go ,     peter  pevensie ?     wherever he goes ;     as far as you can follow .     peter is no stranger to responsibility ,     to the art of setting his jaw into stone like cool water o’er molten metal   &   carrying on even ‘neath the  glorious  weight  of duty in the crown you bear  ;     all the same ,     ocean eyes glance at the stone archway ‘neath which the great lion disappeared ,     and the high king dares to ask  why .     [  what  haven’t  you  given  already ?     when  will  it  be  enough ?  ]

❛  you’ll  see  lucy ,  ❜     peter murmurs ,     thumb tracing silent lines into the swell of caspian’s cheek  as  if  he  believes  he  can  leave  a  mark  that  will  linger  long  after  these  men   &   their  myths  have  crumbled  to  naught  but  dust  and  bone ,     something  to  remind  the  other  that  their  fateful  dance  ‘cross  the  upper  skies  was  more  than  mere  waking  dream ,     ❛  and  edmund .  ❜     

[  even  this ,     you  know ,     is  a  lie  ;     even  this ,     you  know ,     is  a  platitude  twisted  into  tight  braids  that  you  wind  ‘round  his  neck  as  if  it  is  jewellery  and  not  a  length  of  rope .     you  can  only  hope  that  when  he  finally  opens  his  eyes  and  finds  the  weapons  sewn  to  the  edges  of  your  words ,     he  will  realise  that  the  noose  is  strangling  the  both  of  you .     perhaps  both  the  just  and  the  valiant  will  see  him ,     you  think .     perhaps  they  will  visit  his  bones  next  century .  ]

❛  but  su  and  i  are  done  here .     we’re  going  home .  ❜     home .     [  the  word  is  a  lie ,     if  you’ve  ever  told  one .  ]     he cannot bring himself to think about what this will do to them  ;     what  it  will  do  to  susan ,     her tether to their past ,     to  the  three  of  them ,     already so tenuous in its fraying edges .     instead ,     peter’s attention strays to what he cannot avoid     [  to  what  you  still  hope  to  end  gently  ;     another  morning  farewell  kiss  ‘pon  somnolent  lips ,  ]  :     tender fingers fall away from caspian’s face but make no movement to pry themselves away from the  stubborn  grip  at his wrist ,     neither pulling nor pushing in their quiet endurance .     i  would  stay  if  i  could ,     my  love .     i  would  walk  the  path  you  will  pave  for  your  people ,     to  the  ends  of  the  earth     ⸺     but  this  is  the  last  of  all  i  can  give .

❛  narnia  doesn’t  need  me ,  ❜     comes the platitude ,     soft   &   sincere ,     ❛  you  don’t  need  me ,     caspian .     you  have  your  victory     ⸺     now  i’m  asking  you  to  put  this  place  right .  ❜     give  them  what  you  gave  me  :     respite  beneath  the  shade ,     a  moment  of  silence  below  the  stars .     give  yourself  over  to  narnia ,     and  she  will  grant  you  all  that  you  need  in  return .     ❛  fight  one  last  battle .     give  them  peace .     will  you  do  that ?     for  me ?  ❜     tell  me  that  i  needn’t  worry  ;     that  you  will  be  alright .     [  anything ,     you  think ,     to  nurse  your  bleeding  heart .  ]

it's  hard  to  feel  triumphant  ,     he  finds  ,     when  loss  is  a  long  shadow  stretching  miles  and  miles  behind  him     ⸻     if time was a beast ,     it would have been well - fed from the scraps of hope that decompose at his sorry feet in a cycle as  inescapable  as the four seasons  :     his destiny has long been sown like seeds in narnia's trusting soil ,     and perhaps the time has come to reap it .     [   stubbornly ,     you  vow  to  keep  yourself  grounded  past  the  harvest     ⸻     your  roots  tangled  up  in  his  .     to  be  forced  apart  is  to painstakingly  tear  yourself  off  of  him  ,     hair  by  woeful  hair  .   ]

since the beginning ,     it had been peter who held all the answers     ⸻     yet today brings back an unruly  inversion  feeling more like a knife turned inwards than anything else .     will  you  do  that  ?     the high king pleads ,     as if they had been the one to sound the ivory horn that one fateful night ,     for  me  ?     caspian ,     however ,     hears an  echo  of  a  question  from several drowning suns ago     ⸻     he remembers it by the challenger pinned 'neath his thighs ,     an unyielding gaze searing into his honey-brown eyes as if peter had been waiting to burn away the awning that had traitorously obscured his breadth of view .     it  burns  him  ,     still  ;     it  peels  his  skin  .

the answer ,     as it hangs off the tip of his tongue ,     has never truly changed .     for  you  ?     yes  ,     anything  for  you  .     ❛   i  will  take  care  of  your  family  .     i  will  do  everything  you  ask  of  me     ⸻     that  narnia  asks  of  me  .     whatever  it  takes  .     i  just  ...   ❜     it's at this point ,     caspian realizes belatedly ,     that hope is a rivulet cascading down his cheek where a tear ought to be     ⸻     he is racing against time to seize it .     [   perhaps  he  is  your  shallow  grave  ,     for  there  won't  be  any  contest  .     this  time  ,     for  the  final  time  ,     peter  yields  and  lays  down  their  arms  .     this  is  victory ,     king  caspian  the  tenth  ,     and  there  is  your  casualty  .   ]    

seeking the last dregs of his pickings tucked into the corner of peter's mouth ,     caspian cannot help his minute indulgence     ⸻     he plants a kiss in their conjunction ,     a whisper ghosting their lips .     ❛   i  just  wish  we  had  more  time  ,   ❜     comes his shameful secret ,     allowing himself one gentle protest before inching away .

try as he might to keep them bound together by the inextricable tethers of their twin scars     ⸻     in the end ,     he knows that no good can come out of questioning narnia’s will .     [   for  the  freedom  that  you  had  fought  so  valiantly  to  win     ⸻     nothing  ,    still  ,     can  free  you  from  the  agony  of  parting  .   ]     i  do  need  you  .     i  will  always  need  you  .     that  is  not  weakness  ,     that  is  love .     and yet ,     his battered heart folds .     ❛   at  least  let  me  thank  you  .     for  the  person  you  have  molded  me  into  .   ❜    may  it  take  your  shape  ,  wise  ruler  of  narnia  .     [   you’ll  take  anything  .     any  part  of  him  that  can  stay  behind  with  you  .   ]

[cairspian]

caspian  maravilla  is  on  instagram  !

(  ft .  a  tiny  cameo  by  @petervel​  &  his  family  <3  )

[cairspian]

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘩𝘰𝘵  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  ?

bob  the  builder  hot

i  am  not  saying  bob  the  builder  is  hot  ,     i’m  just  saying  you  have  the  hotness  of  a  handyman  .     you're  humble  ,     down  to  earth  ,     and  exist  with  an  easy  confidence  that  takes people’s  breath  away  .     you  always  seem  to  know  exactly  what  you  are  doing  .     you  may  still  be  stuck  in  your  hometown  ,     but  you  have  quite  the  reputation  .     you  do  get  a  lot  of  business  ,     after  all  .     people  around  here  sure  tend  to  break  things  an  awful  lot  ,     and  they  always  call  you  ,     listening  through  the  phone  receiver  with  a  light  blush  and  bated  breath  ,     for  your  inevitable  " i'll  help  you  . "

tagged  by  :     @nikovoya​  (  caspian  sends  his  rockstar  fondest  regards  ) tagging  :     the  hot  builder  reading  this

[cyberstole]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐌Ó𝐍  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i want to try and be terrific. even for an hour. ❜

❛ people have done this before, but not us. ❜

❛ we point at it; poke at it like a wound— ❜

❛ i don’t want to be only the landscape. ❜

❛ i want to give you something, or i want to take something from you. but i want to feel the exchange. ❜

❛ maybe we could meet at that table under the tree. ❜

❛ why must we practice this surrender? ❜

❛ i haven’t given up on trying to live a good life. ❜

❛ i wanted to tell you straight away so we could grieve together. ❜

❛ what is it they say, heartsick or downhearted? ❜

❛ i liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. ❜

❛ but i swear i will play on this blessed earth until i die. ❜

❛ tell them you didn’t come to disturb the night air and throw a fit, then get down in the dark and do it. ❜

❛ i’m afraid that I won’t do the right thing in the face of disaster. ❜

❛ i was suddenly some safer form of fire. ❜

❛ i thought everything was behind me: death, and dying, and sickness. ❜

❛ i didn’t know I was changing my life— that i would have done anything that what was left of me would become so ruthless to survive. ❜

❛ you’re the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants. ❜

❛ but love is impossible and it goes on despite the impossible. ❜

❛ i’m cold in my heart. ❜

❛ i tell you i will love someone that you will never meet. ❜

❛ i think, how scared i would be if i were death. ❜

❛ is it weird to say that i could hear you dying like that? ❜

❛ after it was done, i couldn’t go back to my life. ❜

❛ it wasn’t the same. i couldn’t tell if i loved myself more or less. ❜

❛ i am beautiful. i am full of love. i am dying. ❜

❛ let me slip into a life less messy. ❜

❛ we’ll live forever. every moon will be a moon of surrender. ❜

❛ i want to be the rough clothes you can’t sleep in. ❜

❛ how good it is to love live things, even when what they’ve done is terrible. ❜

❛ i never knew survival was like that. ❜

❛ the tempting, the taking, the apple, the fall, every one of us guilty, the story of us all. ❜

❛ i lowered my head until the thud was done. you killed it quiet. ❜

❛ i’ve always been a jealous girl. ❜

❛ before now, i don’t know if i have ever loved anyone. ❜

❛ oh my new obsession, his hands! i thought i could die. ❜

❛ all night i thought i’d die when the moon came in. ❜

❛ i used to pretend a lot. i’m very good at it. ❜

❛ i imagine the insides of myself sometimes—part female, part male, part terrible dragon. ❜

❛ no one’s going to tell me when to bow down, when not to bite. ❜

❛ what’s the real story? i had to hurt someone. ❜

❛ i had to hurt someone who had loved him. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of hate anymore. ❜

❛ what do we do with grief? lug it; lug it. ❜

❛ i couldn’t cut it out of me. ❜

❛ see? the knife i carry? it cuts my smile even wider. ❜

❛ i will shush and remain the quiet flyer, the one warm beast still coming to you in the dark despite all those old, cold, claustrophobic stars. ❜

❛ this night might leave us hungry and reeling. ❜

❛ we were simply going forward, riotous and windswept. ❜

❛ what I mean is: none of this is chaos. ❜

❛ how masterful and mad is hope. ❜

❛ you wake up some days full of crow and shine. ❜

❛ sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute. ❜

❛ real hunger has a real taste. ❜

❛ let me start here: i am as cold as i have ever been. ❜

❛ such was the wreck of the two of us. ❜

❛ isn’t it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief. ❜

❛ if we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire. ❜

❛ i am gleaming. promise you’ll see me gleam. ❜

❛ wickedness has leaked into the home i made, and i want to burn it down. ❜

❛ i crave demolishing, to eat explosives. ❜

❛ mortal me, brutal disaster born out of so much greed. ❜

❛ the largeness in me, the hot gore of my want and want, wants to disarm the fixedness of this. ❜

❛ i’ll be the strike anywhere, the reckless match you can count on to claim a life, or to save one. ❜

❛ i’d choose the moon, always the sister moon.❜

❛ how hard can you glow? what radiant part of you wishes to dynamite? ❜

[cairspian]

PETER  /  petervel·:

they’re  safe .     peter  tucks  this  knowledge  away     like an old photograph into the empty frame of a golden locket   &  cradles it flush against his beating heart as he allows caspian to pull him back to his feet ;     two  spectres  reaching ‘cross space   &   time to paint a hollow recreation of the last ,     dusty sunset they’d watched ‘neath the cover of caspian’s  beat - up  corolla like voyeurs in front of a silver screen  as  their  world  had  caved  in .     [  but  you  are  out  of  colours :     you  will  dabble  your  fingertips  ‘cross  the  trail  of  carnage  scattered  behind  you  like  breadcrumbs   &   paint  the  sky  red  instead .     in  the  end ,     all  of  this  love  amounted  to  putting  down  the  brush  for  the  last  time .  ]

if he were anyone else ,     peter would reject caspian’s assurances as platitudes   &   follow after his siblings all the same     ⸺     but as blue eyes enfold themselves within the soft clutches of brown ,     peter realises that he wouldn’t lie .     not  about  this .

they exit the ballroom without another word between them ,     and as peter watches the back of caspian’s head from where he paces two footfalls behind ,     he decides that if the  stubborn  grasp  ‘round his wrist makes the very air of  his  home  the palace feel like poison all over again ,     he will pretend not to notice .     [  let  it  be  carbon  monoxide ,     you  think ;     let  it  send  you  to  sleep  in  his  arms   &   go  gently  into  the  night .     you  can’t  face  him  again .     let  it  be  quick ;     let  it  be  peaceful .  ]

they’re  nearing  his  room     ⸺     vaguely ,     he wonders if caspian knows exactly where he rests his head each night ,     waiting to be awoken from his  hundred - year  slumber  by the sweet kiss of his beloved ;     wonders how many times caspian has traced out a path into the carpet that caresses the edge of peter’s doorway ,     leaving a single set of footprints where it had once  only  been  natural  to find two     ⸺     when caspian reaches for him again ,     the nearby cacophony of voices melting away into the distance as peter is directed into a supply closet .     [  four  years  ago ,     you  would  have  asked  him  if  he  was  so  eager  to  get  you  alone .     four  years  ago ,     you  would  never  have  thought  to  call  this  a  cage .     you  are  relieved ,     then ,     when  you  are  not  the  first  to  speak .  ]

i  will  get  you  to  your  family  soon ,     assures the guard ,     and half a dozen heartbeats pound in peter’s ears before he wrenches his wretched lips apart in the dark .     ❛  your highness ,  ❜     he repeats quietly ,     chest tightening painfully .     you  know  this  isn’t  fair ,     caspian  maravilla .     ❛  is  that  all ?     what  are  you  doing  here ,     caspian ?  ❜

i  don’t  know  ,     caspian almost rattles out his first fatal response ,     even when numerous reasons have outlined themselves in narrow trenches ‘cross the sand blanketing their small deserted island  ;    long canyons from beach to shore tally the split second where everything goes wrong for a bird’s prey had simply been  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time .     he realizes that ,    now  :     the oath he’d sworn will soon shatter ‘neath the weight of his childishness ,     his unending piety for what had  &  could have been ,     much swifter than a  peregrine  can kill .     [   still  ,     your  fist  curls  ‘round  the  notion  .     neither  is  it  something  you’re  quite  ready  to  let  go  of  ,     it  seems  .     how  much  bloodshed  will  it  take  to  loosen  this  vice - like  grip  ?   ]

will  he  ever  be  ready  to  answer  that  question  ?     he  is  no  guardian  angel  .    

perhaps a part of him has disappeared in the ferry on the way here ,     vanished from dust - coated windows where certain initials are writ atop a cacophony of unflattering words     ⸻     he feels like nothing more than a pile of ash at the behest of whatever wind shall take him .     [   and  this  ,     this  is  why  you  try  your  best  to  defy  destiny  .     you  can’t  stand  the  thought  of  forgetting  what  it’s  like  to  hold  onto  something  still  breathing  .     have  the  sparks  been  flying  since  then  ?     or  have  you  risen  up  from  the  ashes  to  beat  a  decaying  horse  ?   ]

i  was  drowning  ,     is what he failed to say in return .     i  was  drowning  before  i  met  you  .     i  was  drowning  until  you  .     caspian takes another shaky breath ,    as shallow as the sand furrows     ⸻     greedily inhaling the sight of them like it wouldn’t take long at all until he dives back down .     ❛   your  security detail  was  afflicted  during  what  seems  to  be  an  attack  .     i  am  doing  what  i  can  to  keep  you  safe  .   ❜ 

because an unarmored room with barely anything on his person but a handgun is the absolute model of safety for the prince of this nation     ⸻     fuck  ,     we  really  must  get  out  of  here  .

❛   i     ⸻     i  had  one  job  .    it  was  just  ...   ❜     how  does  one  explain  a  failed  lesson  in  abstinence  ?     ❛   a  lot  has  happened  in  the  past years  .     i  truly  am  sorry  ,     i  didn’t  intend  for  this  to  happen  the  way  it  did  .   ❜     there is an ache in his chest right where three quaint names wrap around his ribcage ,    its corners like talons digging into a barely - healed wound as if it were fresh again .     that’s when he knows that this  longing  will survive his body ,     stained with a countryside citrus smell that no one will ever be able to wash away .     ❛   ...  are  you  okay  ?   ❜    because  i  never  will  be  .     not when people will find out eventually  ;     not when they will be forced to part ways again ,     two old dancers ‘neath a falling curtain .

[cairspian]

caspian  has  always  harbored  a  paralyzing  fear  of  heights  ,     and a thrilling late afternoon activity has failed to exempt him from this inconvenient evolutionary trait  :     where he sits now ,     his fluttering ribcage provides a safe haven for the  panicked  feeling  squeezing his breath into uneven stammers as a fish - eyed gaze rolls o’er skyscraper stalagmites in his bird’s eye view of the city .     still  so  much  to  see  ,     he senses the last line of his biography .     [   though  in  your  heart  you  know  that  this  is  a  book  half  -  written  :    can  he  not  show  you  everything  ,     from  the  world  at  your  fingertips  to  the  sky  at  your  heel  ?   ]     by  god ,     he  already  has  .

further from a  turtle  dove  than he is from a helpless fish out of water ,    caspian hushes the chaotic symphony in his mind for a blissful moment by imagining himself dangling above a shoreline ,     the cityscape before him turning into the deep blue sea ready to break his fall     ⸻     it isn’t so hard to pretend when peter ,     his superhero ,      his  ocean - eyed  wonder ,     thoughtlessly sails through the air as if it were water .     if this mindful exercise is what helps his heartbeat calm into a gentle thrum can be left up to debate  :     the truth is that he never finds  atlantis  in  new  york  city  ;     he instead discovers the underwater metropolis hiding behind the misty shadows of a hasty kiss ,     diving ‘tween  rapid  currents  as if they were in a hurry to run out of oxygen .

@petervel  :     [   11 .   a  kiss  on  a  rooftop .   ]

❛   i’ve  got  so  much  adrenaline  in  me  right  now  ,   ❜     he distractedly explains against pillowy lips when latex - clad arm braces ‘round his own before a palm presses against his pounding heart ,     all but pulling him from the sharp edge of a dusty rooftop .     this is where caspian first  sprouts  his  wings ,     wondering when he will be brave enough to dive into the glittering basin stretching miles and miles towards the horizon .    [   something  about  him  in  your  arms  tells  you  that  you’ve  always  been  brave  ,     all  it  had  taken  was  a  little  shove  to  coax  you  along  .   ]     ❛   i  didn’t  even  realize  we  were  already  up  here  .     you  make  a  fine  distraction  .   ❜

[sylvia-tilly]

“There was a great stirring at Aslan’s How when the news came back and was communicated to the various creatures… Peter was just explaining to Caspian that he could not be [a marshal], because his right to the throne was what they were fighting about.”