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What is your New Year's Resolution?
Dec. 26th, 2005 11:24 pm"The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."
-The Last Battle
Lucy closes her eyes and listens to the sea.
(Susan was given the mountains, Peter the sky, Edmund the woods, but the sea and the east and the way to Aslan's Country--in the Old Narnia, anyway--that was given to Lucy, and they were all Emperors and Empresses of the Lone Isles, but the sea surrounding them was hers.)
She feels the same she has for years--she thinks they're years, but time doesn't matter, not any longer, not here--which is young and more alive than she ever did in life and full of light, which is right. Which is as it should be.
Caspian is behind her, arms around her waist--because you can want no wrong thing here, and the fear both had had when alive is just silly now (and in death, the star's daughter smiles the same as in life, and vows are only made until death, anyway)--and presses a kiss to her shoulder.
Time doesn't matter. She remembers the passing of years, and wonders now why they counted them so closely.
Everything old is gone. Years at all are old and gone.
The New Narnia, Aslan's Country, the Real England, all of that is what matters now.
Lucy opens her eyes, and looks at the sea, and turns to look at Caspian and smiles at his eyes.
They're the same colour as the water, she thinks, before he leans in to kiss her, and she can't see them any more.
There is love in them, though, she knows.
She smiles against warm lips and thinks that perhaps every day she wakes again--and there are infinite days to come--she'll thank Aslan for those eyes.
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-The Last Battle
Lucy closes her eyes and listens to the sea.
(Susan was given the mountains, Peter the sky, Edmund the woods, but the sea and the east and the way to Aslan's Country--in the Old Narnia, anyway--that was given to Lucy, and they were all Emperors and Empresses of the Lone Isles, but the sea surrounding them was hers.)
She feels the same she has for years--she thinks they're years, but time doesn't matter, not any longer, not here--which is young and more alive than she ever did in life and full of light, which is right. Which is as it should be.
Caspian is behind her, arms around her waist--because you can want no wrong thing here, and the fear both had had when alive is just silly now (and in death, the star's daughter smiles the same as in life, and vows are only made until death, anyway)--and presses a kiss to her shoulder.
Time doesn't matter. She remembers the passing of years, and wonders now why they counted them so closely.
Everything old is gone. Years at all are old and gone.
The New Narnia, Aslan's Country, the Real England, all of that is what matters now.
Lucy opens her eyes, and looks at the sea, and turns to look at Caspian and smiles at his eyes.
They're the same colour as the water, she thinks, before he leans in to kiss her, and she can't see them any more.
There is love in them, though, she knows.
She smiles against warm lips and thinks that perhaps every day she wakes again--and there are infinite days to come--she'll thank Aslan for those eyes.
[275 Words]
