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The golden youth fled before him, fey and light as he led a merry chase along the starlit paths of the rose maze, dancing just out of reach with coy eyes and playful smiles. Faster, slower, the distance between them shortened and lengthened by turns, his prey teasing him, testing him: laughter whispered through the silence, a balm to Caspian's wearied spirit.
Finally, when they were both well and truly lost, and their breaths came in heavy puffs, Peter allowed himself to be caught - to be cornered against a thistled wall and seduced into submission.
So, Caspian mused wondrously, this is love.
