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Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter Pevensie/Susan Pevensie
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13; implications but nothing stated outright
Just for clarification, all this takes place a year or so after they land out of the warddrobe-- therefore making them normal, average british children. Angst ensues. You have been warned.
01 motion
for one thing, her skin feels the same as it rubs across the inside of his thigh.
02 cool
"we've got to move on, peter," she says, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror, readjusting a curl, looking endlessly fashionable.
03 young
they sit on the street corner and while she lights both of them a cigarette, she says, "i feel so bloody old."
04 last
in the other life, nothing was wrong, but they don't live that life anymore and she says everyday things have got to change, but they don't.
05 wrong
"nothing, mother," she says to the concerned knock on the door, and he kisses her face.
06 gentle
they laugh about her old nickname, but they both know it isn't funny, but just sad, very sad.
07 one
so he knows she feels the burden to move along, feels it the most, because she loves her family, she really does, and they can't wait for things that don't exist, not anymore.
08 thousand
"if i've said it once…" she states and then starts to cry, and he rubs her shoulders and tells lucy to put her drawings away, because they are upsetting, because they hurt, because they don't exist.
09 king
she tells him to forget, it would do him good, and he tries hard, very hard, but her skin feels like velvet and he can't help but remember.
10 learn
he finds the whole affair in general is like getting on a bicycle and remembering how to ride, everything feeling habitual, everything moving into place just like those many balmy nights ago.
11 blur
the next few years move quickly, and soon she doesn't come home until early morning, her hair askew; he asks what she's been doing and she replies, "saving us, peter."
12 wait
when she comes in for the fifth night in a row, and she sees him sitting in the parlor, poking a dying fire, she says, "oh peter, i don't think i'm worth that anymore."
13 change
they are in the park, and she is happy for once, smiling, and he is smiling and when she kisses him, she says, "hold tight, peter, because this is only a moment and time always moves on, moves on, and it will warp us, form us, for sure."
14 command
"come home now," he says gruffly over the telephone, and all he receives is a cynical laugh.
15 hold
he grips her hair tightly, and she whispers harshly, her lips brushing his ear-tips, "we don't belong to a world anymore that…" and she says nothing more, her words turning into gasps.
16 need
he thinks about times when they were little and how they would sit back to back, her reading and him doing math problems and together, they worked things out-this has changed but it has not.
17 vision
he raises his eyes at the inquiry, staring at her silhouette in the hallway, his eyes tracing the lines of her stocking seam before replying, "you look alright."
18 attention
their mother’s eyebrows raise when she finds them barefoot in the parlor, their faces close together, her eyes watery and guilty.
19 soul
she lights a cigarette, lights his, and he breathes in poison while listening to her say, "hell is waiting and i'm sick of it, sick of being in hell, and that's why I go with jimmy."
20 picture
it's a dime to watch her watch ingrid bergman for an hour or two, her eyes alive with something he hasn't seen since the day he skinned his knees tumbling out of that old wardrobe.
21 fool
he shakes his head when she asks, her fingers pushing the hair from his eyes,"have i been unfair, peter?"
22 mad
he can feel his heart race with something ominous as he wipes the blood from her lips, which are forming the words, "but jimmy's got money, peter, and lucy does need a new jumper."
23 child
"nineteen, nineteen," she chants, her words sounding old and used and jaded, "what do I know at nineteen?"-he does not answer her question
24 now
when their mother leaves for the grocer, he puts his fingers around her wrist and she smiles sadly, relishing their moment, stolen and stored away.
25 shadow
she follows him everywhere, catching him in reflections, cutting him through the navel, splitting him perfectly, symmetrically.
26 goodbye
he wakes up to her getting out of their bed, and as she gets ready they say nothing to each other, even as she slips quietly out the door, her lips red and her eyelashes fake.
27 hide
one weekend, they take a train down to Chipping Sodbury, and they hold hands and no one knows and for once, they are happy.
28 fortune
she has just shaved her legs, which are gleaming from her bath, when she looks up from her legs to him and says in a tragic tone, "who would have known this all to happen?"
29 safe
it starts to pour rain, and when they find an overhang to get under, he envelops her in his trench coat, her body soft and warm and giggly next to his.
30 ghost
"of course," she starts, trying to sound preoccupied and busy and nonchalant but he can tell she is haunted, "of course I remember everything, peter."
31 book
"you can study later," she whispers, shutting his textbook, sidling herself into his lap quietly, so not to wake the house.
32 eye
"i shouldn't have said that to jimmy," she says, pushing her hair around her face to cover the ever-increasing swelling from him.
33 never
everyone's asleep, it's early morning, when he reveals why to her: "you just… you just don’t can’t get rid of love… we’ve lost."
34 sing
the victrola plays billie holiday, and he doesn't say it but she breaks his heart piece by piece as she stands on his toes to dance with him, her voice crumbling as she sings along.
35 sudden
so he comes home one evening and she is smoking a cigarette when she says,"i'm gettin’ married, peter."
36 stop
he kisses the tip of her ear and although she winces, she lets him continue.
37 time
when the morning comes into their room, the light looks odd and familiar, like it belongs to a different life, a different world; he opens the blinds and she asks him to close them while she gets dressed.
38 wash
when she still isn't home later, he takes a bath and smokes a cigarette, knowing that he will have to let go, someday, because the ring on her finger is real, and she's a woman now, now again.
39 torn
so he sits in the pews of the church, watching her in the front, crying for reasons only he knows, and he wants to leave but he sits, glued to his chair, pretending that he doesn't want to burn something down, want to kick something, want to kill, to kill, to kill.
40 history
one day he sits down and he writes, writes till he cannot write any longer and when he gives the manuscript to her, he says, "here is what our past was so you won’t forget," to which she replies, "i never could, even if i wanted to."
41 power
"it's not like that anymore," he tells lucy when she asks him why he doesn't command her to stop, to run away, to come back home to them, to him.
42 bother
it nags him at the edges of his mind when she comes in for tea, her legs crossed, her lips pursed, everything about her shut off, like she is a dam, holding back the floodwaters, holding back something dangerous, devastating, devastating to what or who he does not know.
43 god
"i don’t go to church anymore," she says to him one day, when she's over for a visit, and he knows why, knows that it's a matter of too much, rather than too little, and maybe that's always been what's bothered her-believing too much.
44 wall
"i can't go back, not ever, i won't, not now," she says, her voice stiff, her body erect, everything about her solid, impassive, rigid, almost unashamed.
45 naked
so he thinks, thinks hard, while he is packing his bags, about lifetimes and lifetimes ago, when her knee came to his thigh, her pelvis hurting in a good sort of way against his.
46 drive
we’re going too fast, he thinks drearily, watching the train leave the tracks, feel it start to tilt and groan and cry, everything is going too fast.
47 harm
he holds lucy as she dies quickly and quietly, and as he lets himself go, he thinks how much this will hurt her, because he will feel no more pain, and she has felt more anyway, more than anyone ever should.
48 precious
a few delicate words of hers resound in his memory as he says the fatal words, "my sister is no longer a friend of narnia"-he doesn't believe it and he knows he is lying, but she doesn't want to come back, that's what she said, that's what she wanted, he swears it.
49 hunger
there is a feast almost every night, and everyone is jolly, but he has lost his appetite, and all he really wants is a cigarette and a good dream about lips lined in lipstick.
50 believe
one day he walks down to the front of cair paravel and she is standing there, looking out over the ocean and when he is near she says, "I never gave up, not really"- when he kisses her, he doesn't taste any wax from lipstick and he can't remember susan ever being lovelier, not in any of her lives.
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Pairing: Peter Pevensie/Susan Pevensie
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13; implications but nothing stated outright
Just for clarification, all this takes place a year or so after they land out of the warddrobe-- therefore making them normal, average british children. Angst ensues. You have been warned.
01 motion
for one thing, her skin feels the same as it rubs across the inside of his thigh.
02 cool
"we've got to move on, peter," she says, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror, readjusting a curl, looking endlessly fashionable.
03 young
they sit on the street corner and while she lights both of them a cigarette, she says, "i feel so bloody old."
04 last
in the other life, nothing was wrong, but they don't live that life anymore and she says everyday things have got to change, but they don't.
05 wrong
"nothing, mother," she says to the concerned knock on the door, and he kisses her face.
06 gentle
they laugh about her old nickname, but they both know it isn't funny, but just sad, very sad.
07 one
so he knows she feels the burden to move along, feels it the most, because she loves her family, she really does, and they can't wait for things that don't exist, not anymore.
08 thousand
"if i've said it once…" she states and then starts to cry, and he rubs her shoulders and tells lucy to put her drawings away, because they are upsetting, because they hurt, because they don't exist.
09 king
she tells him to forget, it would do him good, and he tries hard, very hard, but her skin feels like velvet and he can't help but remember.
10 learn
he finds the whole affair in general is like getting on a bicycle and remembering how to ride, everything feeling habitual, everything moving into place just like those many balmy nights ago.
11 blur
the next few years move quickly, and soon she doesn't come home until early morning, her hair askew; he asks what she's been doing and she replies, "saving us, peter."
12 wait
when she comes in for the fifth night in a row, and she sees him sitting in the parlor, poking a dying fire, she says, "oh peter, i don't think i'm worth that anymore."
13 change
they are in the park, and she is happy for once, smiling, and he is smiling and when she kisses him, she says, "hold tight, peter, because this is only a moment and time always moves on, moves on, and it will warp us, form us, for sure."
14 command
"come home now," he says gruffly over the telephone, and all he receives is a cynical laugh.
15 hold
he grips her hair tightly, and she whispers harshly, her lips brushing his ear-tips, "we don't belong to a world anymore that…" and she says nothing more, her words turning into gasps.
16 need
he thinks about times when they were little and how they would sit back to back, her reading and him doing math problems and together, they worked things out-this has changed but it has not.
17 vision
he raises his eyes at the inquiry, staring at her silhouette in the hallway, his eyes tracing the lines of her stocking seam before replying, "you look alright."
18 attention
their mother’s eyebrows raise when she finds them barefoot in the parlor, their faces close together, her eyes watery and guilty.
19 soul
she lights a cigarette, lights his, and he breathes in poison while listening to her say, "hell is waiting and i'm sick of it, sick of being in hell, and that's why I go with jimmy."
20 picture
it's a dime to watch her watch ingrid bergman for an hour or two, her eyes alive with something he hasn't seen since the day he skinned his knees tumbling out of that old wardrobe.
21 fool
he shakes his head when she asks, her fingers pushing the hair from his eyes,"have i been unfair, peter?"
22 mad
he can feel his heart race with something ominous as he wipes the blood from her lips, which are forming the words, "but jimmy's got money, peter, and lucy does need a new jumper."
23 child
"nineteen, nineteen," she chants, her words sounding old and used and jaded, "what do I know at nineteen?"-he does not answer her question
24 now
when their mother leaves for the grocer, he puts his fingers around her wrist and she smiles sadly, relishing their moment, stolen and stored away.
25 shadow
she follows him everywhere, catching him in reflections, cutting him through the navel, splitting him perfectly, symmetrically.
26 goodbye
he wakes up to her getting out of their bed, and as she gets ready they say nothing to each other, even as she slips quietly out the door, her lips red and her eyelashes fake.
27 hide
one weekend, they take a train down to Chipping Sodbury, and they hold hands and no one knows and for once, they are happy.
28 fortune
she has just shaved her legs, which are gleaming from her bath, when she looks up from her legs to him and says in a tragic tone, "who would have known this all to happen?"
29 safe
it starts to pour rain, and when they find an overhang to get under, he envelops her in his trench coat, her body soft and warm and giggly next to his.
30 ghost
"of course," she starts, trying to sound preoccupied and busy and nonchalant but he can tell she is haunted, "of course I remember everything, peter."
31 book
"you can study later," she whispers, shutting his textbook, sidling herself into his lap quietly, so not to wake the house.
32 eye
"i shouldn't have said that to jimmy," she says, pushing her hair around her face to cover the ever-increasing swelling from him.
33 never
everyone's asleep, it's early morning, when he reveals why to her: "you just… you just don’t can’t get rid of love… we’ve lost."
34 sing
the victrola plays billie holiday, and he doesn't say it but she breaks his heart piece by piece as she stands on his toes to dance with him, her voice crumbling as she sings along.
35 sudden
so he comes home one evening and she is smoking a cigarette when she says,"i'm gettin’ married, peter."
36 stop
he kisses the tip of her ear and although she winces, she lets him continue.
37 time
when the morning comes into their room, the light looks odd and familiar, like it belongs to a different life, a different world; he opens the blinds and she asks him to close them while she gets dressed.
38 wash
when she still isn't home later, he takes a bath and smokes a cigarette, knowing that he will have to let go, someday, because the ring on her finger is real, and she's a woman now, now again.
39 torn
so he sits in the pews of the church, watching her in the front, crying for reasons only he knows, and he wants to leave but he sits, glued to his chair, pretending that he doesn't want to burn something down, want to kick something, want to kill, to kill, to kill.
40 history
one day he sits down and he writes, writes till he cannot write any longer and when he gives the manuscript to her, he says, "here is what our past was so you won’t forget," to which she replies, "i never could, even if i wanted to."
41 power
"it's not like that anymore," he tells lucy when she asks him why he doesn't command her to stop, to run away, to come back home to them, to him.
42 bother
it nags him at the edges of his mind when she comes in for tea, her legs crossed, her lips pursed, everything about her shut off, like she is a dam, holding back the floodwaters, holding back something dangerous, devastating, devastating to what or who he does not know.
43 god
"i don’t go to church anymore," she says to him one day, when she's over for a visit, and he knows why, knows that it's a matter of too much, rather than too little, and maybe that's always been what's bothered her-believing too much.
44 wall
"i can't go back, not ever, i won't, not now," she says, her voice stiff, her body erect, everything about her solid, impassive, rigid, almost unashamed.
45 naked
so he thinks, thinks hard, while he is packing his bags, about lifetimes and lifetimes ago, when her knee came to his thigh, her pelvis hurting in a good sort of way against his.
46 drive
we’re going too fast, he thinks drearily, watching the train leave the tracks, feel it start to tilt and groan and cry, everything is going too fast.
47 harm
he holds lucy as she dies quickly and quietly, and as he lets himself go, he thinks how much this will hurt her, because he will feel no more pain, and she has felt more anyway, more than anyone ever should.
48 precious
a few delicate words of hers resound in his memory as he says the fatal words, "my sister is no longer a friend of narnia"-he doesn't believe it and he knows he is lying, but she doesn't want to come back, that's what she said, that's what she wanted, he swears it.
49 hunger
there is a feast almost every night, and everyone is jolly, but he has lost his appetite, and all he really wants is a cigarette and a good dream about lips lined in lipstick.
50 believe
one day he walks down to the front of cair paravel and she is standing there, looking out over the ocean and when he is near she says, "I never gave up, not really"- when he kisses her, he doesn't taste any wax from lipstick and he can't remember susan ever being lovelier, not in any of her lives.
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