Summary: A series of one-shots circling the Chronicles of Narnia characters. First up: a continuation of chapter nine in "The In Between Times," in which Peter flails in unusually hot water.
Warning: This collection will mostly include one-shots from the Rising Above universe, and the Peter/Alexa pairing. This first chapter is an example of which.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Chronicles of Narnia or any of its characters.
~The Art of Conversation~
Chapter One: Argumentative
The art of conversation is saying, "I feel differently," instead of saying, "you're wrong."
"You did what?"
"Well, he's been training for two years now!"
"And?"
"Alexa, it's not fair to keep him waiting for so long."
"But…what if he gets hurt?"
"You can't keep coddling him forever, he's eight years old already."
"Cor and Corin only started their training at ten years of age. I think Garrett could be content with a wooden sword for a short time longer."
"Well, King Lune can raise his children how he wishes. I will raise my son according to what I think is appropriate."
"…I see your point, but Peter, letting a child handle steel? Couldn't he wait a couple more years?"
"But I already promised him. What would it look like to him if I took back my word? How do you think he will feel?"
"I know…but…" The Queen sighed heavily. "You couldn't have talked to me first before making this supposed 'deal' with him? Now I'm either going to look like the bad guy, or I'll always be afraid for him when the three of you go out to train."
"…I'm sorry, I realize I've put you in a bad position."
"You got that right."
"But…" Alexa couldn't ignore the hopeful tone in his voice, no matter how much she wanted to. Coupled with the brightness of his eyes and the tentative way he spoke, she deflated.
"Fine. But if he comes back with something more than a scrape or bruise, I'll do something dreadful to you in your sleep." Peter considered himself an intelligent man, and so restrained himself from chuckling at his wife's threat. But a small grin pulled at his lips in any case.
"I do hope that's a promise." She scoffed, and cuffed him in the arm.
"Ouch! Why must you always hit me?" he asked, rubbing his abused arm. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh please, you're such a child."
"Am not! You're slaps just hurt like hell!"
"It was a love tap!"
"Right, because that makes so much sense."
"I'm glad you see it my way."
"You know, one of these days…"
"What?" The question was more of a remark, which Peter had no proper answer for. In one look, he knew she did as well.
"I thought as much."
