Title: Fur Coats & Lipstick
Character: Susan Pevensie
Summary: There's a part of her that's hateful.
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Fur Coats & Lipstick
There's a part of her that's hateful.
It's the part of her that runs runs runs runs from the truth (no, not true, all fun and games and child's play, she tells herself fiercely, because if it's the truth then she's nothing, a faded, thrown out queen, and she's not nothing, she's Susan Pevensie for the lion's sake!).
(No. No lions. For heaven's sake.)
She hates that part of her, strongly, bitterly. She hates the part of her who yearns to step into a wardrobe and find (a winter wonderland where Christmas comes and she's happy, happier then she's even been in this sham existence) fur coats. Because that's all there is in wardrobes.
Because that's all there is in Susan Pevensie.
Fur coats and lipstick.