Holt’s Comments (group member since Jul 27, 2013)

Holt’s comments from the Narnia (Advanced RP) group.

ON XD

"I'm blaming the two of us." He said cheerfully, giving her a grin. "Alright. Let's change the subject. Where are you currently staying at?" He asked.

ONONOONONONONONONONONON

Go ahead.

Peter noticed, but didn't show any expression. "Well that rarity got me injured, huh?" he said, sounding more like a British boy, than a king.

Peter laughed, before taking her hand. "That is partly true." He mused.

((sorry gtg..))

"It was an accident, am I right?" the king said gently, placing a hand on her arm. "It wasn't your fault." he added.

He took a deep breath, to steady himself as the wound healed. When it was over, he let it all out. "Thank you for healing me." Peter said graciously, smiling at Rhea.

"Whoa…" Peter gasped, looking down. He was astonished. He knew he should have expected something like this from a daughter of Aslan, but it surprised him still.

"It's alright. I can handle it." He said. He finally looked at her, and gave her a gentle smile. "Go ahead." he softly said.

"It would be alright." He answered, keeping his eyes on the horizon, even though there was none.

She has nice hair. he thought, before mentally slapping himself. What was wrong with him?!

((SEEEE?))

He winced, as it stung, but bit his lip and held on while Rhea worked on the wound. He concentrated on Lucy's birthday party, and that helped to ignore the pain.

Peter waited for her to do what she needed to do. For some reason that outraged him, he blushed when she lifted his shirt a bit. Peter Pevensie, you are a king and there is no time to act like a mere schoolboy. he said sternly to himself, the blush clearing as quickly as it had come.

((slowly… but he will deny it.))

He sighed, and moved his arm, revealing the wound. The blood was staining his clothes as it kept leaking out. "Well then hello Rhea." Peter said, smirking back through the pain.

"Rhea.. I see.. I am Peter." He said. He was holding himself up with his sword on the ground. "King Peter, to be specific." He muttered softly. "Aslan has mentioned you once." He added, looking at her face, to see if her expression changed.

((he knows who she is, but never met her.))

"Its.. Alright." Peter managed to say. He looked over her features, and found that she was really delicate looking. Should I reveal who I am? the young king wondered, and smiled softly at the girl.

Peter widened his eyes, feeling something stick into his side. He gasped, before gripping the arrow, and gritting his teeth, pulled it out. A few splinters stayed though. Blood gushed out of the wound, and the king fell to the ground. Would this be an accident, or planned? he wondered as he winced in pain. Slowly attempting to draw his sword, he managed to stand, his face pale. He looked around, and finally locked eyes with Rhea.

Peter strolled through the forest, his sword on his side. He felt peaceful, and smiled, his tousled hair moving in the wind.

yups.