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[wandbreaker]

All right, in honor of stories, and a certain blonde, needy young lady, and the fact that I spent a great majority of my weekend being tugged from place to place, here goes.

Once upon a time, because I'm told all great stories start that way, there was a King. This King was terribly handsome and clever, but he lacked in a great many things: ugliness, for one, but more importantly, he lacked in company. See the King wasn't one to scandalize anyone, because then his advisors (of whom there were many, and loud) would yell at him, and he wasn't keen on being yelled at by anyone.

Even Kings can't make everyone do as they're bid just to keep the peace (they call that war, Rosella, just so you know).

And so the King went into the woods one day and lo! He saw there a unicorn drinking from a fountain. Because the King was chaste (and also lonely) he could approach without getting gored (this is a feat for only the bravest of young men, unless you want to ride one, in which case I hear it says something entirely different about you) and the unicorn looked up and sai---

[There's a crash and a yelp and a mrrrrooooowhiiiiiiiiiissssss]

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Do I want to know?

[wandbreaker]

I'm bleeding.

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Were you sitting in Shadow's spot again?

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Disinfect it. He's not exactly house-bound.

[wandbreaker]

I don't know if anyone else in this family understand that the cat does not get a spot over me.

[Snort]

Where's the bloody iodine?

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

No, but you could just sit beside him. Save you both a bit of trouble. Compromise.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

In the bath nearest you, mirror-cabinet.

[wandbreaker]

[The sound of trundling and cabinets opening and cleaning of wounds]

I'm putting him in your room tonight.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[...Oh, Edmund, she doesn't even know where to start.]

My goodness! Are you quite all right?

[wandbreaker]

Bloody cat.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. Shadow scratched you?

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

You're assuming he'll stay where he's put.

[wandbreaker]

Like I said, even Kings.

Yes.

[wandbreaker]

He will if I close the door. Last I saw, he hasn't grown thumbs.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Yes, and they call it war, and thank you for explaining that so patiently to me.

Have you gotten something for it? A bandage, or...?

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Suppose he scratches at it to be let out. I'm not going to ignore him.

[wandbreaker]

The only place he's going is my room.

[wandbreaker]

I'm tidying it up, thank you.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

It's not serious, is it?

[wandbreaker]

If I bleed out and die you can say my eulogy.

[Consider]

Did you have a good weekend?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Edmund!

[...Hopefully he's kidding. He usually does. Hopefully.]

When all the visitors came, you mean? I enjoyed it well enough, yes. I do always like those weekends, very much so.

[wandbreaker]

Oh, sorry, I'll put it in writing so Peter and Caspian don't bicker over who gets to.

[He's kidding]

See anyone worth seeing?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I suppose they hardly could fight a lady for it, anyway.

Oh, well, let me see. I met the god of thunder! And he was very nice, and quite a bit less, er...temperamental than I might have expected. And I met a rather confused boy who seemed to think seasons lasted years instead of months, and a relative of Miss Saya's, and my good friend Penny--you remember her, don't you?

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

He even preferenced your room in the old house. I wonder why.

[wandbreaker]

I remember Penny. I didn't see anyone, although Lucy did. I don't know about the others. We're all very distracted here.