[susan x caspian] gif + drabble: "homecoming"
[orginal post can be found on my tumblr] I'm really glad Anna Popplewell got a role in a period drama even it's on a horrible network with horrible writers. It lets me play around with gif manips.
"homecoming", pg. 325 words.
Caspian’s voyage is an unbearably long one for Susan. She’d have preferred to go along if she knew the wait would eat her to the core. Sixteen months. Sixteen! Had the Pevensies gone on such a mission, they’d have called it quits after two. But Caspian is not a Pevensie and she’s certainly grateful of that. But ugh! The waiting - it’s utterly maddening.
The doors open, startling the Gentle Queen. Her surprise melts into glee when her eyes fall on a familiar stranger. “Caspian!” she cries, but keeps herself from bulldozing him at the door. A queen is a queen, she mentally schools. “You’ve been gone so long you’ve forgotten your courtesies. Why didn’t you send word ahead?”
"Forgive me, Your Grace," Caspian eyes are teasing. "I had thought to surprise you - pleasantly, I hope." The guards quietly retreated from the room, closing the doors.
"Don’t be silly, of course. Were you successful? Did you find the lords?" Susan finally comes as close as she wishes, pulling on Caspian’s jacket. He tuts at her eagerness.
"Yes, and the stories are too wondrous to keep to myself and my crew. At dinner, we will tell all." Caspian reassures, "But for now. I’d like to remember all the wondrous things that I had forgotten about here.” He leans down and presses a kiss between her brows, at the tip of her nose. And she giggles into his beard.
"You seem a different man," Susan sighs. "But your heart beats the same as before." Caspian subconsciously rubs at his scruff, and Susan playfully swats his hand away. "Leave it. I like it. And the hair suits you."
Caspian smiles, pleased.
"You’ve found the lords. Re-established your father’s seat. You’re a proper King of Narnia now."
He hums at that, “If only I had a Queen. A proper Queen.”
"Do I sense another quest?"
Caspian shakes his head. “No need. What luck! Aslan has already blessed me with one.”
"homecoming", pg. 325 words.
Caspian’s voyage is an unbearably long one for Susan. She’d have preferred to go along if she knew the wait would eat her to the core. Sixteen months. Sixteen! Had the Pevensies gone on such a mission, they’d have called it quits after two. But Caspian is not a Pevensie and she’s certainly grateful of that. But ugh! The waiting - it’s utterly maddening.
The doors open, startling the Gentle Queen. Her surprise melts into glee when her eyes fall on a familiar stranger. “Caspian!” she cries, but keeps herself from bulldozing him at the door. A queen is a queen, she mentally schools. “You’ve been gone so long you’ve forgotten your courtesies. Why didn’t you send word ahead?”
"Forgive me, Your Grace," Caspian eyes are teasing. "I had thought to surprise you - pleasantly, I hope." The guards quietly retreated from the room, closing the doors.
"Don’t be silly, of course. Were you successful? Did you find the lords?" Susan finally comes as close as she wishes, pulling on Caspian’s jacket. He tuts at her eagerness.
"Yes, and the stories are too wondrous to keep to myself and my crew. At dinner, we will tell all." Caspian reassures, "But for now. I’d like to remember all the wondrous things that I had forgotten about here.” He leans down and presses a kiss between her brows, at the tip of her nose. And she giggles into his beard.
"You seem a different man," Susan sighs. "But your heart beats the same as before." Caspian subconsciously rubs at his scruff, and Susan playfully swats his hand away. "Leave it. I like it. And the hair suits you."
Caspian smiles, pleased.
"You’ve found the lords. Re-established your father’s seat. You’re a proper King of Narnia now."
He hums at that, “If only I had a Queen. A proper Queen.”
"Do I sense another quest?"
Caspian shakes his head. “No need. What luck! Aslan has already blessed me with one.”