so you mean like SUSAN IS THE ONE WHO'S DIFFERENT INSTEAD?? oh, susan pevensie, i draw hearts around you.
anyway, i meant to come back to this. i just had to analyze wordle first.
lucy's youth protects her from a number of things. it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she will stay the little sister no matter her age, and if she outlives her brothers and sister then she herself will continue to think of lucy pevensie as the little sister, in honor of them. they don't try to shelter lucy as much as they did the first time she was a child, but some habits never die, especially now that she looks so young again. a half-formed and guileless adolescent. maybe that's why she gets picked on in school, but she knows better than the rest of those girls anyway. show her any one of them who has ever fought in battle, or truly loved someone, or cut through freezing clouds on gryphon-back for the sheer thrill of it.
she knows how soft peter's lips are, how familiar the curves of susan's body, and she likes how edmund has little compunction about leaving bitemarks and scratches on her skin because he knows she would do the same to him. but these are all narnia thoughts and they are all living england lives (except peter -- who knows where his heart goes these days), and everyday lucy remembers a little less. she just knows that whatever she had with her siblings, it wasn't this. wasn't what peter and susan and edmund are doing, not really. they treat it now like a sin, and lucy is fairly sure that, back in narnia, no one feared love. no one feared for love.
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lucy saw, once, susan in the kitchen slicing tomatoes, how peter drifted up behind her, noiseless as ever, slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her cheek as she smiled. they murmured softly to each other and lucy couldn't make out what from where she was hiding in the hall, could only see susan turn around, trapped between the counter and peter, who leans in for a kiss when their mother squawks from behind lucy, "lu!" and they all three of them jump.
"there you are, my dear!" her mother beams as lucy turns a furious shade of red. "i've mended the seams on your dress. won't you come try it on?"
lucy hurries away from the kitchen doorway, avoiding her siblings' gaze.
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anyway, i meant to come back to this. i just had to analyze wordle first.
lucy's youth protects her from a number of things. it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she will stay the little sister no matter her age, and if she outlives her brothers and sister then she herself will continue to think of lucy pevensie as the little sister, in honor of them. they don't try to shelter lucy as much as they did the first time she was a child, but some habits never die, especially now that she looks so young again. a half-formed and guileless adolescent. maybe that's why she gets picked on in school, but she knows better than the rest of those girls anyway. show her any one of them who has ever fought in battle, or truly loved someone, or cut through freezing clouds on gryphon-back for the sheer thrill of it.
she knows how soft peter's lips are, how familiar the curves of susan's body, and she likes how edmund has little compunction about leaving bitemarks and scratches on her skin because he knows she would do the same to him. but these are all narnia thoughts and they are all living england lives (except peter -- who knows where his heart goes these days), and everyday lucy remembers a little less. she just knows that whatever she had with her siblings, it wasn't this. wasn't what peter and susan and edmund are doing, not really. they treat it now like a sin, and lucy is fairly sure that, back in narnia, no one feared love. no one feared for love.
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lucy saw, once, susan in the kitchen slicing tomatoes, how peter drifted up behind her, noiseless as ever, slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her cheek as she smiled. they murmured softly to each other and lucy couldn't make out what from where she was hiding in the hall, could only see susan turn around, trapped between the counter and peter, who leans in for a kiss when their mother squawks from behind lucy, "lu!" and they all three of them jump.
"there you are, my dear!" her mother beams as lucy turns a furious shade of red. "i've mended the seams on your dress. won't you come try it on?"
lucy hurries away from the kitchen doorway, avoiding her siblings' gaze.