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AU-ish: Susan and Caspian, somewhere, somewhen
It's quiet in the stables this early of a morn.
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The darkness presses close, weighing thick and heavy. There isn't anything natural about it; what surrounds her now is a choking blackness that smothers the mind and heart, urging a girl to be good, stop causing trouble, just quit fighting, give up--
(but I have promises to keep)--give in, let go, lie down, rest for a little while, or hey, maybe ( Read more... ) -
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It's a warm afternoon in early spring, and Susan is outside leaning on the paddock fence. She's absently chewing on a piece of sweetgrass as she watches the horses ( Read more... ) -
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She had known upon waking. They both had.
(come yes come - soon now come)Eventually, Susan had gone to the stables, but stayed only briefly. A quiet murmur to Kiseki, a glance around, that's all it takes to confirm it-- all's in order and well-kept still, even without her work. She knew it would be, oh aye, she'd trusted Caspian-- but it's a ( Read more... ) -
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It's one of those rare late-autumn days when it's chill out, but not yet bitterly cold ( Read more... ) -
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It had been late when they left the bar, later still when they'd finally managed to sleep-- lying close together in a twist of sheets with their arms around each other, her head on his chest and one of his hands tangled in the bright cloud of her hair ( Read more... ) -
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Once again, Susan has taken refuge from her worries and from her growing restlessness in stable-work -- both those tasks which are needed and those which are perhaps less necessary, say true ( Read more... ) -
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[Sometime after this.]There's not anything in the stable this evening that needs doing but makework, but it gets dark earlier these days, say true-- and she's not wanting to be around many people just yet ( Read more... ) -
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After her da' had died--
(murdered he were murdered like Meg were murdered)
--Susan had found refuge in the stables and in riding, caring for Pylon and Felicia. Familiar ground, familiar tasks, and necessary ones as well-- and it had been a comfort, say true, for she'd felt close to him there and had eventually found some measure of peace.
(no ( Read more... )