ruby etched with battle scars and blood
ruby etched with battle scars and blood
charles wallace/lucy. pg. 323.
This is Aslan, she says, pointing to a painting, gold shimmering like dragonfly wings, the roar audible, almost, through the canvas.
because i had a wrinkle in time/narnia dream? hehe.
What dimension is this? he asks upon materialization, calmly taking in his surroundings.
It's Narnia, she says easily, like she knows him, and her older siblings stare.
The gaze he directs at her is softer than a needle but penetrates more deeply. Her eyes widen and she doesn't want to breathe.
She hears a pale whisper of Hello and never sees his lips move.
---
You're like me, she says eagerly. I can tell.
He tilts his head and smiles. Intuitive.
---
You can't have a conversation with the two of them together, Susan laments.
Peter nods in agreement.
They can both see that their little sister is off in her own universe again. But this time, she has someone to keep her company.
---
This is Aslan, she says, pointing to a painting, gold shimmering like dragonfly wings, the roar audible, almost, through the canvas.
Is he your God?
Blinks. I suppose so.
I should like to meet him, if it's not too much trouble.
---
They ride together on his back because they are both small enough, and some say even Aslan doesn't understand their conversations.
Fur tickles her thighs when she kisses him for the first time.
---
It's like this, says the voice inside her head.
She squints up at his eyes, gritting her teeth, Can you hear me?
Lips on the skin beneath her ear, and this time it's a physical whisper: Relax.
It doesn't take long, then, for her to learn.
---
They tell each other about their separate adventures in silent voices.
No one ever took me seriously. I'm the youngest.
As am I. A private smile. I was sick.
I could have healed you.
---
He disappears eight days before she does, called back to their own times and places, to their respective dimensions.
And even though they're separated by more than just miles, she swears she can still hear him.
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charles wallace/lucy. pg. 323.
This is Aslan, she says, pointing to a painting, gold shimmering like dragonfly wings, the roar audible, almost, through the canvas.
because i had a wrinkle in time/narnia dream? hehe.
What dimension is this? he asks upon materialization, calmly taking in his surroundings.
It's Narnia, she says easily, like she knows him, and her older siblings stare.
The gaze he directs at her is softer than a needle but penetrates more deeply. Her eyes widen and she doesn't want to breathe.
She hears a pale whisper of Hello and never sees his lips move.
---
You're like me, she says eagerly. I can tell.
He tilts his head and smiles. Intuitive.
---
You can't have a conversation with the two of them together, Susan laments.
Peter nods in agreement.
They can both see that their little sister is off in her own universe again. But this time, she has someone to keep her company.
---
This is Aslan, she says, pointing to a painting, gold shimmering like dragonfly wings, the roar audible, almost, through the canvas.
Is he your God?
Blinks. I suppose so.
I should like to meet him, if it's not too much trouble.
---
They ride together on his back because they are both small enough, and some say even Aslan doesn't understand their conversations.
Fur tickles her thighs when she kisses him for the first time.
---
It's like this, says the voice inside her head.
She squints up at his eyes, gritting her teeth, Can you hear me?
Lips on the skin beneath her ear, and this time it's a physical whisper: Relax.
It doesn't take long, then, for her to learn.
---
They tell each other about their separate adventures in silent voices.
No one ever took me seriously. I'm the youngest.
As am I. A private smile. I was sick.
I could have healed you.
---
He disappears eight days before she does, called back to their own times and places, to their respective dimensions.
And even though they're separated by more than just miles, she swears she can still hear him.
*