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"Sea Salt", narnia, peter&lucy, pg13
I think this one is also long enough to merit its own post. It is also all in lowercase. Why? 'Cos I didn't think ahead and wrote these ficlets all up in the comments of the song meme post like that, and now I am too lazy change it. Ah, posterity.
...Check out also her Edmund&Peter in Narnia fic, Kingly Business.
Sea Salt
Narnia fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
etsu_88, who knows her Spice Girls as I do. Peter&Lucy on the beaches by Cair Paravel. (Again with the squinting.)
lucy's youth protects her from certain things and it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she takes advantage of the fact that no matter how old she is, she will always be, in many ways, their little girl. she prefers to see it not as protection but as freedom, and lets wildness moves her heart as she runs ahead of peter to the shore, laughing, leaving a trail of shed clothes behind her. maybe peter would've scolded her for it once upon a time, but one doesn't worry about such things in narnia. what he does instead is take off his clothes, too.
the war in the north is over, the giants are bested, but the winter of the mountains has yet to melt from his bones. he has long dreamed of this, the softness of the sand, the glimmer of the eastern sea, the sun shining over it all. when he saw blood turn snow red in ettinsmoor he thought of the white walls of cair paravel, the aegis of aslan, and the love of his brother and sisters, for these are the things he has come to believe would last forever. in the mountains, the only things that are forever are death and the ice.
"let us go swimming, you and i," lucy had said to him, and he didn't even have to think about it. he said yes, he said let's go, right now.
the sea salt stings his eyes and, through the blue of the water, lucy in the distance appears to him as a blur of nubile limbs and golden hair. he swims to her. she floats on her back, eyes closed, water lapping at her sun-browned body and -- because when you are with lucy, her freedom frees you too -- peter pounces on her, not even enough time for her to shriek, and down into the blue they go, tangled in each other all arms and legs and flailing, exuberantly disoriented.
"you beast!" lucy sputters when they surface. "i could've drowned!"
"i wouldn't have let you," peter grins. she just splashes him, and he splashes her back, and they laugh.
...Check out also her Edmund&Peter in Narnia fic, Kingly Business.
Sea Salt
Narnia fic for
etsu_88, who knows her Spice Girls as I do. Peter&Lucy on the beaches by Cair Paravel. (Again with the squinting.)lucy's youth protects her from certain things and it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she takes advantage of the fact that no matter how old she is, she will always be, in many ways, their little girl. she prefers to see it not as protection but as freedom, and lets wildness moves her heart as she runs ahead of peter to the shore, laughing, leaving a trail of shed clothes behind her. maybe peter would've scolded her for it once upon a time, but one doesn't worry about such things in narnia. what he does instead is take off his clothes, too.
the war in the north is over, the giants are bested, but the winter of the mountains has yet to melt from his bones. he has long dreamed of this, the softness of the sand, the glimmer of the eastern sea, the sun shining over it all. when he saw blood turn snow red in ettinsmoor he thought of the white walls of cair paravel, the aegis of aslan, and the love of his brother and sisters, for these are the things he has come to believe would last forever. in the mountains, the only things that are forever are death and the ice.
"let us go swimming, you and i," lucy had said to him, and he didn't even have to think about it. he said yes, he said let's go, right now.
the sea salt stings his eyes and, through the blue of the water, lucy in the distance appears to him as a blur of nubile limbs and golden hair. he swims to her. she floats on her back, eyes closed, water lapping at her sun-browned body and -- because when you are with lucy, her freedom frees you too -- peter pounces on her, not even enough time for her to shriek, and down into the blue they go, tangled in each other all arms and legs and flailing, exuberantly disoriented.
"you beast!" lucy sputters when they surface. "i could've drowned!"
"i wouldn't have let you," peter grins. she just splashes him, and he splashes her back, and they laugh.
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Also, oh Peter. I am magnificently in love with that second paragraph. I am going to hold it and pet it and call it
GeorgeDLF.*ueses new, depressing icon JUST BECAUSE*
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it is my second time writing this pair and i like it more every time i do. she is unencumbered, the strength and weakness of the wind, he is fearless and golden, but they both rather are. fearless and golden, that is.
haha your icon is appropriate considering the content of your recent posts. i had to squint at it before figuring out it was caspian and cornelius.
thaaaaaanks