(i am kind of in love with this susan.) (also, poor caspian.) (this would perhaps be working better if i remember what happened in the movie. *sigh*)
as soon as the two guards are both on the floor, peter waves caspian out of the doors, and then he turns to susan. "so what if it happens again?" he asks.
"i'll tell miraz you put a gun to my head," susan says archly. "also how scared i was. and that it's all your fault."
"all right," peter agrees, and bends his head to kiss her.
susan pushes him away and hoists herself out of the elevator shaft. "you haven't earned that yet," she says. "come on, big brother, what's taking you so long?"
"i'm admiring the view," peter says from beneath her, and susan glares.
"maybe i'll just leave you here," she suggests, and then gives him an unnecessary hand up.
peter goes to help caspian drag the bodies away from the doors and then pulls the lockpick-electro-thingy that tumnus is so proud of out of the bag on his shoulder. he points it at the keypad and listens to it hum before the door slide open.
"who is that?" reepicheep asks cockily, perched on the strongboxes in the center of the room.
susan turns on peter. "you hired him?" she demands.
"he's very good," peter says.
"whatever happened to fox? you always hire fox!"
"hey," reepicheep says. "now, who are you to insult mr. pevensie's discerning tastes, after all --"
"fox was in jamaica, or possibly belize," peter says. "also, he says he has something against felons."
"oh." she jabs a finger into his chest as caspian starts to unfold black bags from the bag on his shoulder. "maybe i have something against felons!"
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as soon as the two guards are both on the floor, peter waves caspian out of the doors, and then he turns to susan. "so what if it happens again?" he asks.
"i'll tell miraz you put a gun to my head," susan says archly. "also how scared i was. and that it's all your fault."
"all right," peter agrees, and bends his head to kiss her.
susan pushes him away and hoists herself out of the elevator shaft. "you haven't earned that yet," she says. "come on, big brother, what's taking you so long?"
"i'm admiring the view," peter says from beneath her, and susan glares.
"maybe i'll just leave you here," she suggests, and then gives him an unnecessary hand up.
peter goes to help caspian drag the bodies away from the doors and then pulls the lockpick-electro-thingy that tumnus is so proud of out of the bag on his shoulder. he points it at the keypad and listens to it hum before the door slide open.
"who is that?" reepicheep asks cockily, perched on the strongboxes in the center of the room.
susan turns on peter. "you hired him?" she demands.
"he's very good," peter says.
"whatever happened to fox? you always hire fox!"
"hey," reepicheep says. "now, who are you to insult mr. pevensie's discerning tastes, after all --"
"fox was in jamaica, or possibly belize," peter says. "also, he says he has something against felons."
"oh." she jabs a finger into his chest as caspian starts to unfold black bags from the bag on his shoulder. "maybe i have something against felons!"
"and yet you're here," peter points out.
"i was bored," susan says archly.