deserved_it | (no subject)

(no subject)

Twang and zip.

"Blast."

Eustace lowers his bow and eyes the target he's set up. His aim is pulling to the right. He sighs -- it's because he's distracted -- and retrieves his arrows.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Perhaps not."

Another arrow is let fly, and then he goes to gather up the arrows he's already loosed.

"I am not the king I should be, regardless."

"Why? Because you didn't recognize a disguised Witch?"

"Because I am not him."

His voice is quiet, very quiet.

"I know he would never ask it of me, but living up to my father... it is impossible. And yet it is what they all expect."

". . . Ah."

The ground becoms very interesting for a moment.

"Well. They can expect all they like of you -- and you can too -- but we'll never be anyone but us." He shrugs. "We're not our parents."

One more arrow loosed.

"I am sorry. It's all too common for me, this cursed melancholy. Normally I keep away from people until it passes."

He shakes his head.

"No need to apologize."

He hands the bow back to Eustace.

"Your form is good, when you're not distracted."

Smiling -- "Thanks. One of these days I may go out into the forest, try hunting again -- I understand there are rabbits."

"So I've heard. You may want company for a first hunt, though; they can be trickier than expected, even with rabbits as the prey."

He nods. "I'm out of practice, I expect -- it's been months since Tirian and Pole and I were hunting in Narnia."

"...I forget you've been to Narnia after my time. You've more experience than I remember."

His smile is just a little tight.

"Yes, well. I still don't know how to ride properly."

"Soemthing I can remedy, with luck."

His own smile is not exactly an easy one.

"That'd be brilliant."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only