the joy would break your heart
Sep. 15th, 2006 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
called_lionessThey fall asleep, and they wake up, and the day is spent loving each other.
(Sometimes this consists of kisses, and sometimes this consists of Caspian bringing her tea, and sometimes it consists of them curling up and her reading a fairy tale, voice soft, and each act means the exact same thing.)
They fall asleep, and wake up, and Sunday is one of the best days of Lucy's life, even if she's not alive, really, and her smile is wide as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest that night.
And nothing lasts forever.
It's a rock she's sitting on, legs against her chest, as her eyes open, and Lucy breathes deep.
It's only been a night she didn't dream of this place, but she'd already almost forgotten what it was like to have her eyes open.
(Sometimes this consists of kisses, and sometimes this consists of Caspian bringing her tea, and sometimes it consists of them curling up and her reading a fairy tale, voice soft, and each act means the exact same thing.)
They fall asleep, and wake up, and Sunday is one of the best days of Lucy's life, even if she's not alive, really, and her smile is wide as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest that night.
And nothing lasts forever.
It's a rock she's sitting on, legs against her chest, as her eyes open, and Lucy breathes deep.
It's only been a night she didn't dream of this place, but she'd already almost forgotten what it was like to have her eyes open.
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Date: 2006-09-18 02:54 am (UTC)Ever clever was Pat Delgado's daughter, and here in this place --
(a dream and a memory and so much more beside)
-- the Girl at the Window is often wise, as well, and sometimes knows more than she can yet say.
"It'll wait until I see thee again, Lu." With a quick movement, she's stooped down, arms wrapped tightly around the other girl and her golden hair smelling sweetly of sun-warmed grass as Susan hugs her.
"Long days and pleasant nights--"
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Date: 2006-09-18 03:06 am (UTC)Someone once asks, "What need has a Lion for a compass?"
Nothing, is the answer, but a Lioness may have great need of it to find her way home, because sometimes home is your mate, and sometimes--
Sometimes it's not.
And now you know, whether you really wanted to or wish you'd never asked.
Her eyes open slowly, and Caspian is warm and solid at her back, his arm draped across her chest, and she stares for a long while straight ahead at the dim room.
Her fist is clenched around something cool and metal and she slips out from under his arm, making a soothing, quieting noise as he protests in his sleep and promising she'll be back in a moment. The bathroom's tile is as cool under her feet as the metal is in her hand, and she flips the lights on to look at it for a moment, lifting the clasp. East to north to east to north to east again, and Lucy lets out a small sigh of resignation before the compass is shut and put gently in a drawer that has been dubbed hers.
And then she splashes water on her face and goes back to bed, murmuring, "Here I am," and watching Caspian smile as she pulls the covers over them both again. She'll keep no secrets from him. It was a promise, and she'll keep it.
But some things can wait, and this week there are no compasses, and there are no dragons, and when she dreams, she knows, it will be alone, without another girl to hold her hand. Because this week is for him and for her, and dragons and compasses and dreams and choices will all have to come back, but they can wait.
For at least a little while longer.