Prince Caspian
Rightful King of Narnia
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Character's Gender:  Affiliation: For Narnia!
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Cara |
| Character's Species: |
Human |
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*Caspian icon from the photobucket gallery of Elisabeth_swann* |
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« Reply #0 on: October 24, 2009, 05:02:11 PM » |
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It was impossible to say what exactly drew Caspian from his sleep – but the faint knocking on his door certainly didn’t help him reclaim it. Sitting up, the child ran his fingers through his hair and stared, half asleep and somewhat dazed, towards the door of his room. What time was it? Who was knocking? A glance towards his window informed him that it was hardly even dawn, and he couldn’t have fallen asleep more than three or four hours ago. Whoever it was, they better have a pretty good reason for waking him or Caspian – stubborn little prince that he was – would promptly return to bed.
There was something he was supposed to remember... he felt he was forgetting something. Something about... about what? It was too early to have to remember anything, he thought with some irritation, crawling out of bed. “Just a moment!” He shouted drowsily, knowing he wasn’t going to be disturbing anyone else. Miraz slept like a rock when there wasn’t any danger, and besides, his and his wife’s rooms were far removed from Caspian’s own. And if it was, like he suspected, early morning and not late night then there were probably servants up as well.
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Caspian quickly changed in the first thing he could spot – which happened to consist of clothing a little too large on him. Actually, quite too large; it hung on his frame as though he was some poor emaciated old man – none of which he was. He looked a mess, but he didn’t care. In fact, it brought him a sort of smug satisfaction.
Pulling open the door, he mustered his most cross expression... only to have it quickly slip away at the sight of his friend. He didn’t look particularly pleased, granted, to be drawn out of bed so early. But Drinian was far more easily forgiven than anyone else. “What?” He asked, yawning. “It’s early.” If they had planned to meet, Caspian had forgotten, and he doubted he would have agreed to any such thing in his right mind anyway. “Can’t this wait until later? When the world is awake?”
((ugh. I tried to keep it shortish. Failed, but tried.))
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CotM - Mar. 2010
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It was just a little fun, lighten up. (rubs his cheek) You're lucky you're a lady, else I'd have boxed your ears.
