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tampered2008-12-13 12:27 pm
treadingdawn.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-12-13 12:27 pm
Log; Complete
When; Dec 13 (late night)
Rating; PG? PG13?
Characters; Caspian X![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
treadingdawn, Peter Pevensie oshutup, soon to include Susan Pevensie lionesssejant, and Lucy Pevensie lionesscouchant
Summary; The White Witch's wand moves in mysterious ways.
Log;
Traversing empty hallways at night is nothing new to Caspian, except his purpose tonight has little to do with stargazing. He has been hearing it and trying to understand what it is and why it makes him feel a sinking swell in the pit of his stomach. The muddy feeling is inescapable and makes him feel full even when he is hungry. The feeling isn't pleasant at all. Caspian swallows nothing as his bare feet pad softly up the stairs to the attic. It's colder here, in the dark, and he should be distressed that he doesn't mind it. He breathes in a slight shiver and a floorboard creaks, giving him reason to pause. Did anyone hear it? He is so very near the door. He doesn't wish to stand still here for very long.
Come into my parlor, says the spider to the fly, for I have a little something here.
Rating; PG? PG13?
Characters; Caspian X
treadingdawn, Peter Pevensie oshutup, soon to include Susan Pevensie lionesssejant, and Lucy Pevensie lionesscouchantSummary; The White Witch's wand moves in mysterious ways.
Log;
Traversing empty hallways at night is nothing new to Caspian, except his purpose tonight has little to do with stargazing. He has been hearing it and trying to understand what it is and why it makes him feel a sinking swell in the pit of his stomach. The muddy feeling is inescapable and makes him feel full even when he is hungry. The feeling isn't pleasant at all. Caspian swallows nothing as his bare feet pad softly up the stairs to the attic. It's colder here, in the dark, and he should be distressed that he doesn't mind it. He breathes in a slight shiver and a floorboard creaks, giving him reason to pause. Did anyone hear it? He is so very near the door. He doesn't wish to stand still here for very long.
Come into my parlor, says the spider to the fly, for I have a little something here.