Southern Sun
Title: Southern Sun
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter/Susan
Rating: PG
Summary: Summer used to be a part of her, but now it is lost. Written for the Summer challenge at petersusan
A/N: Gosh, you guys have no idea how long this took me. I believe it is the crappiest fic I've ever written. Probably because there's no dialogue, which is always hard for me. But WHATEVA. Read it, love/hate it, leave me comments to boost/deflate my ego. I heart you all.
Susan Pevensie had always loved the summer.
It is impossible for her not to love the sparkling sun, the ravishing colors of flowers in bloom, or the sweet smell of the air. She loves how people smile when the harshness of winter is long gone and the rainy spring has just disappeared. They smile because summer is upon them and it is beautiful.
The summers in Narnia were more than beautiful - they were heaven. They reached into your soul and lit up your face and warmed your heart. While Susan had tried to rid herself of anything to do with Narnia, the memories of summers there always found their way into her mind. Brilliant summers of horseback riding, archery, watermelon and gardenia; of rushing waterfalls and feather thin dresses and singing birds.
She can remember being told by her brother that it was during the summer that she was at her most radiant; that her soul shined and everything around her glowed. She remembers smiling at the compliment and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, and telling him that he, too, shined during the summer. Susan had told him that his hair was even more golden, his cheeks held more color, and his eyes matched the color of bluebells. He laughed at that and held her hand, confessing that it was she who made him that way.
But now...
She can't bear the thought of watching couples kissing on park benches or people happily licking ice cream cones. The light is sickening and she has no desire to be touched by the golden rays of the hot, scorching sun. Has no inclination to pick flowers - vibrant, lovely flowers that mock her. This isn't summer - because he's not with her. And a part of her has been lost.
She is sitting in front of her vanity, lazily running a brush through her dark hair, when she hears a knock at the door. "Lunch is waiting for you on the table if you think you're ready to come out of that room!" a snappish voice informs her and Susan knows that it is her Aunt Alberta. Susan does not offer a response and when the older one notes this, she lets out a heavy sigh and yells, "And it's a beautiful day outside, I'll have you know! Fresh air might do you good...my son Eustace would appreciate the summer..."
Susan continues to stare at her reflection for several moments before she lays the brush down. She stands and slowly walks over to the window of her bedroom. She hesitantly touches the soft fabric of the curtains and bites her lip nervously. Taking a steadying breath, she pulls the curtain back, blinking to adjust her eyes to the light of the sun. Her gaze moves slowly from a scarlet bird flying from its nest to a group of children playing cricket.
She shuts the curtains harshly and steps away from the window as a lone tear makes its way down her pale cheek.
Susan can see Peter in her head, strong, smiling, and magnificent. She can hear his laugh, his soft words of love. The taste of his mouth, of his skin, still lingers on her lips. She can feel his breath on her neck, his fingers intertwined with hers. His scent invades her nostrils when she closes her eyes and her voice cracks when she whispers his name.
Seconds later she climbs into bed, wrapping the yellow sheets around her body and burying her face into her pillow. She tries to block out memories of reading books under bright green trees, of picnics with her siblings, of walking with Peter along the beach, but she can't. Tears itch her skin as she cries herself to sleep.
Her dreams are full of Peter's kisses, his smiles, his brilliant blue eyes. The moments shared with him blur together in Susan's sleep, but then it all changes. A lion takes her brother's place and he is breathtaking, honeyed fur blowing gently in some kind of heavenly breeze, dark brown eyes boring into her soul, a rigidly wise and tender expression on his face.
I give you, Queen Susan of the radiant southern sun...
The dream changes. Susan can suddenly see herself seated upon a white throne. She is younger, glowing with youthful innocence. A blue gown ripples on her body, and she is beautiful. She turns to the throne next to hers - Peter's throne - and watches as he is crowned. A proud smile on her face, Susan looks out the window.
The sun shines. And she can hear in the recesses of her mind, Peter whispering to her. This is you. This is summer.
Susan wakes up, shaking and dripping beads of sweat.
Yet there is a calm to her that she has not felt in awhile. It is not easily explained, but she feels soft and contented. She feels...
...like the girl she used to be.
And maybe, just maybe, she'll find summer again.
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Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter/Susan
Rating: PG
Summary: Summer used to be a part of her, but now it is lost. Written for the Summer challenge at petersusan
A/N: Gosh, you guys have no idea how long this took me. I believe it is the crappiest fic I've ever written. Probably because there's no dialogue, which is always hard for me. But WHATEVA. Read it, love/hate it, leave me comments to boost/deflate my ego. I heart you all.
Susan Pevensie had always loved the summer.
It is impossible for her not to love the sparkling sun, the ravishing colors of flowers in bloom, or the sweet smell of the air. She loves how people smile when the harshness of winter is long gone and the rainy spring has just disappeared. They smile because summer is upon them and it is beautiful.
The summers in Narnia were more than beautiful - they were heaven. They reached into your soul and lit up your face and warmed your heart. While Susan had tried to rid herself of anything to do with Narnia, the memories of summers there always found their way into her mind. Brilliant summers of horseback riding, archery, watermelon and gardenia; of rushing waterfalls and feather thin dresses and singing birds.
She can remember being told by her brother that it was during the summer that she was at her most radiant; that her soul shined and everything around her glowed. She remembers smiling at the compliment and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, and telling him that he, too, shined during the summer. Susan had told him that his hair was even more golden, his cheeks held more color, and his eyes matched the color of bluebells. He laughed at that and held her hand, confessing that it was she who made him that way.
But now...
She can't bear the thought of watching couples kissing on park benches or people happily licking ice cream cones. The light is sickening and she has no desire to be touched by the golden rays of the hot, scorching sun. Has no inclination to pick flowers - vibrant, lovely flowers that mock her. This isn't summer - because he's not with her. And a part of her has been lost.
She is sitting in front of her vanity, lazily running a brush through her dark hair, when she hears a knock at the door. "Lunch is waiting for you on the table if you think you're ready to come out of that room!" a snappish voice informs her and Susan knows that it is her Aunt Alberta. Susan does not offer a response and when the older one notes this, she lets out a heavy sigh and yells, "And it's a beautiful day outside, I'll have you know! Fresh air might do you good...my son Eustace would appreciate the summer..."
Susan continues to stare at her reflection for several moments before she lays the brush down. She stands and slowly walks over to the window of her bedroom. She hesitantly touches the soft fabric of the curtains and bites her lip nervously. Taking a steadying breath, she pulls the curtain back, blinking to adjust her eyes to the light of the sun. Her gaze moves slowly from a scarlet bird flying from its nest to a group of children playing cricket.
She shuts the curtains harshly and steps away from the window as a lone tear makes its way down her pale cheek.
Susan can see Peter in her head, strong, smiling, and magnificent. She can hear his laugh, his soft words of love. The taste of his mouth, of his skin, still lingers on her lips. She can feel his breath on her neck, his fingers intertwined with hers. His scent invades her nostrils when she closes her eyes and her voice cracks when she whispers his name.
Seconds later she climbs into bed, wrapping the yellow sheets around her body and burying her face into her pillow. She tries to block out memories of reading books under bright green trees, of picnics with her siblings, of walking with Peter along the beach, but she can't. Tears itch her skin as she cries herself to sleep.
Her dreams are full of Peter's kisses, his smiles, his brilliant blue eyes. The moments shared with him blur together in Susan's sleep, but then it all changes. A lion takes her brother's place and he is breathtaking, honeyed fur blowing gently in some kind of heavenly breeze, dark brown eyes boring into her soul, a rigidly wise and tender expression on his face.
I give you, Queen Susan of the radiant southern sun...
The dream changes. Susan can suddenly see herself seated upon a white throne. She is younger, glowing with youthful innocence. A blue gown ripples on her body, and she is beautiful. She turns to the throne next to hers - Peter's throne - and watches as he is crowned. A proud smile on her face, Susan looks out the window.
The sun shines. And she can hear in the recesses of her mind, Peter whispering to her. This is you. This is summer.
Susan wakes up, shaking and dripping beads of sweat.
Yet there is a calm to her that she has not felt in awhile. It is not easily explained, but she feels soft and contented. She feels...
...like the girl she used to be.
And maybe, just maybe, she'll find summer again.
FRIEND this journal for updates.
SEE the complete list of fic I've written.
READ some poetry that I've recently written.
CHECK OUT the super cool layout.
VISIT the comm for Will Moseley & Anna Popplewell