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Eight ✧ Astronomy

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WE HAD FINALLY ARRIVED AT THE ISLAND that we were heading to - the one that I marveled at once Caspian had showed Lucy, Gael, and I to the deck to see it.

Once we had gotten to shore after we were busy ogling the beauty of it, we all brought some supplies with us to spend the night, as evening was rapidly approaching. Sheets, pillows, sleeping bags, lanterns, and some other small essentials were laid out on the sand as some others began to make a fire.

     I told Tavros to keep an eye on Jack when we were gone. Didn't want to bring him out here and have him wander off on his own.

     I laid out a simple blanket and small pillow I was handed by Tavros and set my satchel on the blanket (Edmund had given it to me after he found it and asked about it, and he was told nobody was using it. So I decided to put my essentials in there; my small Bible, my parchment book I used for my drawings, some pencils, a rubber eraser, and an apple and an orange that a different crew member let me have). I settled down on the blanket, which was surprisingly soft, and let out a contented sigh.

Crew members were bustling about, all doing their own things or helping other members set up camp.

I looked down at my satchel and pulled out my sketchbook. I opened to a page with a drawing I'd started more recently, and it was a drawing of Caspian. I did not let anyone know what I was drawing, for fear of embarrassment, but I couldn't help but want to draw him. He was just so pretty, and I wanted to preserve just a little bit of him in something that would last forever, wherever him and I would end up being. If we parted ways, I'd give it to him. If not, which I thought was very unlikely, I'd keep it. Obviously I would show it to him, I would have to at some point, but... what would happen?

     I became so engrossed in my thoughts as I sketched and drew and erased and sketched some more, with my knees up and holding the book in place and my face just about three inches from the parchment, that I failed to notice the very source of my thoughts laying his own sheet down on the sand next to mine.

     Caspian set his things down on his sheet and sat next to me, watching me draw something that was hidden from his curious charcoal eyes. He said nothing, and instead started to lean closer to see what I was drawing, only able to see the edge of what looked like long, dark hair and the side of what seemed to be someone's face (with a stubble) before he was close enough to where I noticed he was there.

     "Oh-! My days," I yelped with the soft slap of a shutting sketchbook, having felt my heart just about implode. I let the sketchbook fall between my legs, so it remained closed, and let my head drop to rest on my knees.

     Caspian let out a loud laugh, both amused and surprised that he had managed to scare me so bad.

     I groaned, letting my heart rate calm down. "Why must you do this to me?" I turned my head a little so I could just barely see his grinning face from behind my hair. "I've nearly had a heart attack just now."

     Another amused huff escaped his nose, and he took his finger and moved my hair from my face.

     The sight and feel of him made my heart skip a beat, and I raised my head to look at him properly. The movement didn't make him remove his fingers, but he only tucked the hair behind my ear so it didn't hide my face from him.