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_-----he was uncertain. Earlier, when he accepted his invitation for tea with his newly found and made friend, Keltris could have sworn he saw faun's, who had introduced himself as Tumnus, a lovely name for a kindly faun like himself, eyes widen and heard the touch of uncertainty in the creature's voice when Tumnus spoke. Keltris assumed with guilty confidence that the faun might have been frightened of him... still, although he hoped the other creature wasn't. Was the faun not sure of inviting him over? Keltris had even sheepishly sneaked a sniff at his chest to check if he offended. He was puzzled, but tried not to think about it for too long. And, a moment later, the faun had a huge grin smack upon his face. That very smile lit the small badger up in a snap; he made someone smiled in a fairly long time. So, the two, badger and faun, both shuffling along under Mr. Tumnus's umbrella, made for his home, which Keltris was curious to see.

_-----mister tumnus's (keltris knew well how to act polite and call his elders, since he was much younger) house was carved into the side of a rock. Keltris had nearly missed it, since the entrance was concealed by a large boulder, hiding it from the casual view. Keltris admired the faun's clever thinking. He slowed it pace so that Mr. Tumnus was in front of him. He was the guest, after all. And, furthermore, Keltris wasn't too eager to show any disrespect or foolishness. After what he had displayed back there where they first met, the badger wanted to make sure he behaved like a nice and respectful guest. Plus, he was much grateful to the faun and was in his debt.

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status, finished.
tagged, julieon ! ^^
words, a number.
muse, blahhhh! T^T
notes, not sure about the rock covering the entrance thing, though. i read it off a wiki. x3

xoxo,
rosie

[Tumnus]

((Eh, it's fine. Such concealment seems very Tumnus-ish ))

After walking in companionable silence with the Badger, Keltris, for some time, the pair finally reached Tumnus' home. They had met in the forest a bit of a ways away, because Tumnus had a tendency to stay as far away as possible, when away, as to not lure any sort of predator back after him. "Well, here we are," Tumnus said, though the words came out as a sort of grunting noise as he struggled to shove the large rock aside from the entrance of his house. Having done so, he caught his breath, then led the way into the small dwelling, taking care to move the rock back, at least partially, into place. One could never be too careful, as he well knew.

After stamping his hooves on the worn rug in the entryway to remove the snow packed in the cleft, he trotted down the two steps into the rest of the house. He was swift to start a fire, as promised, taking a moment to stoke it because it was quite cold, due to the rock walls and floors. Despite his best efforts, as well as many hearty attempts to insulate the place and many rugs and tapestries, it seemed perpetually cold here, just as his heart was. But with the presence of Keltris, it already seemed to be a good deal warmer. Tumnus smiled at this observation while he tended to the growing fire. Once it had grown to a comfortable roar, he moved into the kitchen and made some tea.

"Sugar?" he offered, looking over his shoulder to see if the Badger had been able to make himself comfortable. Admittedly, he hadn't had company in a long time, and since he hadn't been expecting to have any, his house was a rather large mess. There were pictures strewn all over the place, and many books lay ajar on his table. While the tea steeped, he cleaned up a little, a sheepish smile marking his face all the while. The books were put back into shelves unceremoniously, the papers stacked less-than-neatly, and the pictures returned to the mantle over the fire. When the tea was ready and the house was deemed clean, he brought two saucers with matching cups over as well as a tin of sardines. Then he settled down in one of his chairs.

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_-----keltris followed closely behind the faun as he pushed the boulder aside to reveal the wooden door. Keltris was about to make an attempt of jumping forth and help with that, but mister Tumnus got it out of the way swiftly. After guiding the rock slightly into place and stomping upon the rug at the doorway, mister Tumnus hurried into the interior of his home. Keltris followed in the same fashion. He stamped silently on the worn rug and wadded down the steps, looking around him in awe. The faun's home was much comforting. The walls were of a reddish stone, and underpaw was carpet, soft from what he's been trudging on for so long. And even so, there were many rugs across the cave floor, and tapestries on the wall. Keltris spied a wooden dresser, bookcases, and a painting of a faun. Scattered around and about were papers, pictures, and books. It looked to be a mess, but the faun's home looked more inviting and organized than the little dens he's been able to dig out. Very much. In fact, the faun's home looked to be a wondrous castle!

_-----mister Tumnus was gently tending to the fire that was about burning brightly in the fireplace. Nearby was a table and two chairs. Once he was satisfied, the faun moved off into his kitchen. "Sugar?" mister Tumnus called over to him, glancing over his shoulder. Keltris looked up suddenly, having been absorbing his surroundings. "Er, I'm fine. No, but thank you, mister faun," he replied politely, still standing where he was. Keltris wasn't sure about sitting down. While he continued to look around in wonderment, mister Tumnus went about and briefly cleaned things up. When the tea was ready, he moved toward the table and two chairs, bringing with him a pair of saucers and cups to match and the sardines. The undersized badger watched as mister Tumnus seated himself comfortably in a chair. Quietly, he moved forward and plopped himself on the edge of the remaining chair. Instantly, the creature felt warm and comfortable. A steady heat was emitting from the blazing fire. The bright flames danced off the walls, giving the room a flickering light.

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tagged, julieon !
words, wordie count.
muse, okay.
notes, xD i guess you have a point. xP

xoxo,
rosie

[Tumnus]

((Goodness! You keep amazing me with your skill ;P))

The Faun settled himself in for the conversation he had so long hoped for, a slight smile gracing his human features. "Please, call me Tumnus," he insisted, looking into the teacup between his hands, held by nimble fingers. He had nearly forgotten how strange they looked in comparison to the furry paws and long claws that characterized most of the residents of the area from Lantern Waste to Beaversdam and beyond, not the least of which were his friends the Beavers, who he had not seen for far too long. "Everyone else does." ...Or at least, perhaps they would, if he had known anyone much else.

The stone room would have been dark and chilled (and still nearly was) if not for the blaze in the fireplace, which illuminated the little house and warmed its two occupants. Tumnus had always been rather fascinated by fire. He had been raised to respect and fear it, a source of great power and possessive of the capability to even destroy stone. In its wake, it left growth. It had been present in the bonfire feasts of springtime, and still available in the dead of winter. Sometimes, it seemed as though it danced for him, as he had once danced for it. But, practical as ever, he told himself that his fear and loneliness was making him imagine things.

Shaking himself from the silly thoughts that immersed him, he moved his gaze from the fire back to the Badger that sat across from him. Keltris had been sitting peacefully, and Tumnus almost hated to disturb him. But it would be rude to ignore his guest, so he politely cleared his throat. He had been planning on asking some sort of standard question ("What did you do before the Winter?". "When so you think the Prophecy will be fulfilled?". etc.), but what escaped his lips was completely unexpected. "Do... Do you remember much of your mother?"

He vaguely remembered somethng being mentioned earlier about the tea that Keltris' mother had once made, but such a casual comment surely did not warrant this personal of a question. Bashfully, he busied himself with stirring a lump of sugar into his tea, though he quite hated the stuff and only kept it around on the offhand - nearly impossible, really - chance that he would have a visitor. He mumbled what might have been taken as an apology, would it have been coherent. Alas, it was not. It seemed rather difficult for the poor Faun to avoid making a fool of himself regularly.

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_-----making himself more comfortable on the cozy chair that 1) wasn't cold. 2) had a soft texture, something that he hadn't felt in a long while. and 3) that was surrounded with the most lavished and coziest environment that Keltris has ever experienced—even Mother's den didn't look close as this—, Keltris was also eager to strike up a chat with mister Tumnus. The faun seemed nice—no, the faun was nice and so generous to invite a lonely traveler like himself to his wonderful home. The badger was sure that they could become close friends. At least, he hoped so. The faun was perhaps the kindest and most welcoming creature he had ever met in his whole life... which was quite young, but still. And, plus, he hadn't met many others, so, who was he to judge so soon? But, he was certain that mister Tumnus would be the nicest... and that would be a sure if he either 1) died early, or 2) he (or the other creatures) continued living as he did now and perhaps not meet as many animals in his lifetime, which would also be determined by number one. Mister Tumnus was first to speak. "Please, call me Tumnus," the faun prompted him, "everyone else does." Keltris glanced up quickly, a bit questioning, but he smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Of course, mi—er, Tumnus," he responded, shrugging. After a few years of manners and polite talk and act drilled into him, it felt different, but if the faun wanted it so, so be it.

_-----the undersized badger reached out meekly to pick up his teacup, which Tumnus had filled nearly full the scorching hot tea. The first time, when Keltris put paw against the side of the cup, he had to fight the urge of yelping, jumping up with surprise and sucking on his paw. Instead, he merely jerked his paw back suddenly, trying to hide his surprise and the burning sensation on his paw. Feeling the chilly crispness of the snow for so long, Keltris had hardly remembered the feeling of something hot, or close to warm, besides the fire he just feet away. The badger wasn't sure, but he supposed that his gray coat must be shorter than most. He didn't see other badgers complaining about how cold they were or how long they had been trudging on snow and never felt anything close or warm. Of course, he had rarely seen other badgers around. But still. Keltris advanced with caution the next try. A curl of steam rose steadily from the teacup, and a pleasant scent wafted into the badger's sensitive nose. Although it was just tea, it smelled as tempting as any big feast laid out for a king or queen.

_-----oh so carefully, Keltris firmly took the small saucer, that the teacup was resting on, with his left paw. He felt awkward. Here he was, guest to Tumnus, and he looked stupid and confused as he was trying to find a comfortable position to hold onto his teacup and move it toward his mouth. How pathetic was he? Frowning sheepishly, the badger moved the tiny saucer toward him, lightly grabbed to the handle, and brought it cautiously to his mouth. The liquid burned his tongue when he took the first sip, but the tea had a refreshing, slightly bitter, and astringent flavor, and he liked it—no, he simply loved it. That was as true as the blue sky. Tea—mister Tumnus's—tea, has probably made it to his favorite drink of all time. At least it beats the cold, frozen water he had to lick off of icicles a hundred times. Now that he wasn't too native to the taste and temperature of his drink, Keltris began to relax and enjoy his lovely snack comfortably. Occasionally, he'll snatch up one of those delicious sardines and nibble on it slowly, savoring the taste of fish. And as he sipped gratefully, the badger's eyes strayed toward the roaring, flaring flames, almost lost in the orange and yellow tongues of fire. The flames cast a flickering light over his face and eyes, making it look as if his face was alive with dancing light and his eyes sparkled like orange stars. From the corner of his eye, Keltris saw Tumnus's gaze flick to him, and, not wanting to look rude and ignore his host, he made eye contact with the faun.

_-----tumnus looked like he was about to speak again, and Keltris sat up straight and looked attentive. "Do... Do you remember much of your mother?" the faun asked, then launched sheepishly into stirring his tea. Again, Keltris glanced at his host with question and curiosity. By Tumnus's bashful expression, it must have been unexpected or something of the like. The badger was silent for a moment, thoughtful. How did the faun come to know of his mother? Keltris then remembered that he had mentioned her when Tumnus asked if he drank tea. It was suppose to the personal information that he was taught not to give away. But, he was pretty open to things, and what harm could it do? It wasn't like mister Tumnus—although Keltris couldn't imagine it—could raid his home and kidnap his mother or anything. It wasn't like they existed in this world anyway. "I suppose I remember her, although, in those days, I was just a cub. But, yes, I guess you could say I remembered enough," Keltris replied a sadness that looked unusual for him showed in his black eyes. Sometimes, Keltris acted, talked, and showed emotions like that of an older creature. He was usually wondering fretfully, perhaps too fretfully, if he was aging too quickly. Keltris shook his head slightly, knowing hopefully that it had to be the winter's affecting him. The badger snapped inwardly at himself. Why does he keep veering off topic?

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tagged, julieon !
mood, lazy.
notes, awww. you flatter me, julie. thankies. ^^ -glomps- ahhem. you're skill ish being admired, y'know. better than mine, in fact. i'm use to roleplaying in beginner sites, and i've been desperately replying to short posts... so my posts get short... and crappy. xP it's lurvly to be replying to long replies. gives me more to write about. ^o^ •• oh. and. uhm. i have something to ask. sardines. um. are you talking about the fish, or game? xP i went wiki-searching on what it is, and it so happens that it's a type of oily fish and a game. xP i'm just confused... as usual. 3x

xoxo,
rosie

[Tumnus]

Tumnus took a slow sip of his tea as Keltris spoke, enjoying - nay, relishing its overwhelming warmth as it slid in a sugary gulp down his throat and heating his belly like an internal furnace. He never tired of the sensation. Though the tea was perhaps a bit too sweet, he didn't mind. He thought perhaps he might like it. There was already too much bitterness in the world, he thought, a fleeting smile running over his lips like the light feet of a Dryad.

While the other creature made his first unsuccessful attempt to drink his tea, Tumnus politely pretended not to notice. He knew that he had made the tea extraordinarily hot and poured it too soon to let it cool. He liked it that way, and had failed to take into consideration that his company might not, simply because he had gone so long without having any company that he feared he had lost his courtesy. But it seemed as though Keltris soon got the hang of it, though it was hard to tell because Tumnus had to look out of the corner of his eye (staring was incredibly rude, after all).

He nibbled at a sardine delicately - they were something of a delicacy, that was, even though he had absolutely heaps and heaps of tins of them - trying to remember the last time he'd had one. It must have been simply ages. Narnians had not had something to celebrate for quite some time. But making a new friend was always worth remembering, even if only with tea and sardines.

It had been silent for a long moment before Keltris answered his ill-posed question, and Tumnus had, not so surprisingly, assumed that it was because he didn't want to talk about it, possibly because his mother had died. Many Narnians, including his own father, had been killed by the Witch, and speaking would lead to remembering and from there lead to pain and sadness.

"I'm sorry for asking," he murmured apologetically, seeing the sadness in the Badger's eyes. He didn't remember his mother much at all - he had, also, been quite young when she had left him. He would not ask under what circumstances Keltris had lost his own mother, for fear of causing more pain. Instead of forcing the issue, he held up the teapot suggestively. Tea seemed to always improve things.

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-----LIKE HIS HOST, THE BADGER WAS COMPLETELY LAID IN TRANCE TO HIS refreshment. Oh, was it refreshing! The tea was cooling, and Keltris had gotten use to it's scorching, bitterly, yet sweet in ways, taste that washed down his throat. It was a delight to have the warm feeling spreading through his stomach and warm is soul. And the sardines made the icing on the cake. It was simply so good to have the taste of fish on his tongue. They were soft and delicate, just right for his teeth. The taste of meat was different; Keltris had only been able to dig up roots and fruits not yet perished by ice and snow in his time of worthless wandering. This is like a private feast to him, just him and Tumnus. Speaking of whom, Keltris looked up as the faun mumbled an apology. For a second, the badger wondered if it was something he said. He was known to be saying a lot of crazy things... or adding something by mistake to his tone.

-----THE BADGER THOUGHT OVER HIS NEXT ANSWER QUICKLY. IT JUST SO SEEMS that he was making the faun apologize and feel sheepish. In turn, it made him feel the same. Chortling nervously, Keltris replied with a shrug, "It's quite alright, mister Tumnus. I don't mind. There are just times when I really get the urge to spill things like that to someone." He stopped for a moment, his eyes flickering over to the door. The dark orbs on his face seem to pierce right through the wood and into the fluffy whiteness outside. The badger continued with a chuckle, "And, well, you know... So, I guess I've been overexcited to see another living creature." Keltris stopped talking when he saw Tumnus lifting the teapot. Hiding his sheepish expression with a grateful smile, he too held up his cup within range for the faun to refill his about-empty cup.

-----ONCE HIS TEACUP WAS REFILLED NEARLY TO IT'S FULL VOLUME CONTENT, Keltris sat back in his chair, feeling more comfortable as moments passed, physically, like, in his cozy, soft chair, and mentally. It was rather calming; just sitting here, sipping tea, and having light chatter with a faun he met only recently yet he felt great loyalty to. It was a warm feeling, a feeling that just urges him to throw thanks to the heavens above. Now, if only it stayed this way. But, no. Keltris knew only too well as he was snapped back to reality. Unfortunately, it wasn't like that right now. There was the White Witch, and the seemingly never ending winter, and the prophecy. It was all too much to bare, even for a badger like Keltris. Yes, he believed faithfully in the prophecy and Aslan, but he was a simple, practical badger. It would be simply amazing if this was all just a horrible nightmare, and that all this would just disappear. Keltris drove is miserable thoughts away, knowing that it was unhealthy to be thinking of sad thoughts. He glanced up at the faun, a question racing in his mind. "So... uhm. Have you been living here for long, Tumnus?" It wasn't a need-to-know basis; Keltris merely wanted to strike up a conversation, as he supposed guests usually did.

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xoxo,
rosie

[Tumnus]

ooc: I AM SO SORRY. I don't know how I missed this reply, but I did. I apologize most sincerely for my delay, and I am afraid this post isn't exactly worth the wait :/

Tumnus hesitated, his hand beginning to tremble as it held the teapot, hovering over Keltris' now nearly empty mug. Spill, he had said. Certainly, it had been in reference to the Badger's simple ned to share his story with someone, but to the scholar that still lived, however dormant after the tortuous years of winter, within Tumnus, the word held too many connotations. No, he could not spill the tea (though it was starting to cool down, now that it had been sitting stagnant in the frigid room for some time, it was still warm enough and surely wet enough to feel unpleasant on a certain Badger's fur), but even as he poured it with shaking fingers, this was not his main concern. The liquid substance he mostly feared being spilled was blood.

He replaced the teapot on its matching plate, unconsciously rattling it a little because of his unsteady hand. His gaze followed Keltris' to the door, none too subtly either. Could she be out there, right this moment, watching him? Watching them? Tumnus realized, unfortunately somewhat belatedly, that should the White Witch and her forces come bursting through his door, he would not be the only creature present who would be punished. Even though Keltris had done no crime - really, had Tumnus, either? Had any of the Animals and Creatres of Narnia whom she had seen fit to injure, or worse? - Jadis was generous with her blows. Tumnus could not let her hurt his new friend, and nearly his only friend at that, on his account or in his own house.

Realizing he had been quiet for what was likely an oddly long time, he felt the need to say something, but knew not what. A living creature, Keltris had called him. Tumnus thought mournfully that he would not be living for much longer. And what he was doing now could hardly be called living. He was purposeless, cowering in fear and hiding from a powerful entity who, in truth, had no real use for him other than her personal entertainment. Surely, if she was as great as she acted, she could find a Human (as if one would actually comr to Narnia; if they really existed, there must be a better place for them to go than a barren, death-filled land), on her own, without the help of a lowly being such as he. It was all Tumnus could do not to let out a snort at the irony of the Badger's words.

Instead, he said softly, "Yes, I know what you mean," for he did. Many of Tumnus' friends - all right, Tumnus had never had many friends - had perished at the end of the White Witch's wand, bound for all eternity in the form of stone, as cold and unchanging as something dead, and they may just as well have been. Only Beaver remained, and Tumnus hardly saw him anymore. Ever since This was admittedly Tumnus' fault. Something about the Beavers' unyielding faith in this prophecy that they always talked about became unnerving after a while. Being around Creatures so good was annoying at first, when he was quite the opposite. But now Tumnus realized that keeping away from the likes of them would also keep them safe. He thought that agreeing to turn over a Human to Jadis would be harmless (there were no Humans...) and give him protection. On the contrary, he felt all the more endangered, and was now in turn putting anyone he was with in danger. So, it had been easy to avoid others. Though it was nice to be with them, it simply wasn't safe. For anyone.

His head turned back to look at Keltris, who had just posed a question. "I've lived here my whole life," Tumnus answered. Though it had once been a source of pride for him - this house had been in the family for generations, built by Faun hands and kept up nicely - it now meant that he was something of a sitting Duck, an easy target for anyone who knew his location because he hardly ever moved from it. Sometime during the Hundred Years of Winter, this seemingly-endless time of no change, Tumnus had been unable to change, not even his very living space. It was hard to do much of anything, really. Jadis ruled with an iron fist. No one was permitted to do anything unless it benefitted her, and if they did, she would hunt them down and make them pay for it - with their lives. It was not known how she kept such a keen eye on all of her "subjects" (perhaps her spies kept a lookout for her other spies), but she did. Could she be watching them now? Oh, cruel and constant fear! How it plagued him. Suddenly distraught, Tumnus met Keltris' gaze with wild eyes. "Keltris, you must get out of here," he urged his friend frantically. "Something is coming." What the something was, he could not be certain, but he could feel it somehow and he did not want his new friend to stick around to find out. Who else would it be than Jadis?

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-----He could tell that there was something wrong. Well, it wasn't that he could literally tell—but by his new friend's body language, he could tell. Keltris peered curiously over the rim of his teacup, the round, black orbs reflecting the orange glow of the fire. The faun's hand—and perhaps his body whole—had been shaking, as if an invisible monster was staring at him down behind the badger's chair. Foolishly, Keltris thought of turning around to see if something had indeed popped up behind him. It was a silly thought, but it could be happening. The oh-so royal Queen has been playing tricks and deadly games more often than not, and it wouldn't be surprising if she sent a couple of her loyal minions to scare creature. Keltris vaguely remembered the hag he had encountered while he was resting in a makeshift den. It was an unpleasant surprise, and although the hag found its way in there on accident, it obviously didn't need a second urge to try to terrorize him for a good laugh. Keltris had chased it off and immediately ran away, less the White Witch decided to pick off where that brute left. Now, if some mindless creature was lurking behind him, Keltris wasn't so sure he'd let it run. He wasn't a critter with self-confidence in the combat field, but Keltris found it somewhat satisfied as he thought so.

-----It was irrelevant to be thinking of that kind of things at the moment, so Keltris waved it out of his head, taking another generous sip from his cup, his big black nose dipping ever so slightly into the now-warm tea. It was still hot, but cooling, so it was warm to the touch. Keltris couldn't remember the last time his wet nose touched anything warmer. And as he did so, Keltris was pushed back into the mist of memories. This time, instead of seeing the ugly face of a hag, he saw another badger. It was like his reflecting in a pond, except, well, maybe a little bit fuller and bigger with warm brown eyes that gaze longingly into his. The image in his head was blurred, and immediately, he thought of his mother. Then the image blew away, like the breeze carrying leaves through the current, and a more less-appealing picture flashed in his head. He saw his mother alright, but instead a warmly smiling face, it's that of a picture of pure horror, but under the horror is a look of determination and protection. The background wasn't a stone gray; it was fluffy white... and red. And, of course, he knew that the white was snow—and the red was blood. The thick crimson liquid was splattered across the blanket of snow, and also scattered around were large, pointed paw-prints that he recognized as wolves'. Keltris had seen this image before, and he was fully aware that it were wolves who took his mother away from him and the world. But, who was he to hold a grudge to wolves? What's done is done. Plus, it wasn't as if he could do anything.

-----A silence must have stretched while he was reflecting back on his miserable past. Tumnus must have been deep in thought too. That was somewhat a relief. It naturally made him guilty of shutting out others from his attention, especially if it was his host—not that he had many in his whole lifetime. And it wasn't as if he had many company or friends for any of them to be host. He hasn't been living long anyway, and the ones he knew were never seen again (but then again, they were like ships passing in the night; Narnia didn't seem so much like a small world, and he hardly saw a face more than one or two times). The faun replied to his question, and after he did, Keltris just couldn't help but get the fleeting thought that Tumnus has been living a pretty lonesome life. But who was he to judge, trudging around? "That's interesting, Tumnus. Your home is very comforting." Suddenly, Tumnus seemed troubled, and Keltris picked that immediately. The faun turned to him and issued a deranged warning, telling him to flee, and, evidently, he felt that something was wrong. His thoughts flew to the White Witch almost instantly. He didn't sense any danger, but, hey, he wasn't too eager to hang around to find out if there were any—and if there were, he wasn't waiting around to find out what. He quickly, but carefully, set the cup down upon the matching plate and crawled swiftly out of his chair. The badger bolted across the carpeted floor, his paws padding softly against the rugs. At the welcome mat, he stopped and twisted his head backwards, and a small, but sincere smile. "Thank you, Mr. Tumnus. For the tea and all. I hope we meet someday soon" He turned, opened the wooden door, and slipped outside, leaving the comfort of Tumnus the faun's home.

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STATUS ?! finishedd.
TAGGED ?! julieon !
WORD ?! 839.
MOOD ?! museless.
NOTES ?! oh, geez ! stop apologizing, julie. it's perfectly okay. you had the job of moving the plot along, so nothing about it. ^^ but, i assure you, the long post is worth the wait. <3 plus, it's way better than the crap i have to offer. ;3 (oh, and i take it that this thread is done ? or... am i wrong ? xP)

xoxo,
rosie

[Tumnus]

ooc: Yes, I must say that this thread is done; I shall finish things up with one final paragraph. It has been an utter pleasure rp-ing with you, m'dear. Thank you. *bows*

Tumnus watched his newest, and likely only, friend retreat from his house with sad and distracted eyes. Every affair he entered, he ruined - every relationship, every friendship. All he had left now was himself, his house, and a few happy memories that even now were beginning to fade with the passage of time. Out of fear and regret, he said nothing to the Badger as he went, for he could not lie and say that he did not wish to see him (he certainly did), or tell the truth and risk endangering Keltris. Slowly and deliberately, his back aching with the burden of responsibility for his actions, Tumnus bent over the direplace and doused the flames. His own heart felt similarly extinguished. He poured out the tea and put the cups that had contained it away as they had been before. All evidence of his recent presence done away with, he picked up some parcels that would identify his body (if found) and his umbrella, a sad weapon that could, in desperation, double as a flimsy shield. Thus armed, Tumnus set off to face his fate, whatever it may be. His life would be changed today (if not ended). This, at least, he knew.