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[teenagerenegade]

Narnia. Fucking Narnia. It's been most of a day and Charlie sort of feels like he's getting the hang of it. Edmund's disappeared off to God-knows-where again, leaving Charlie to sort of cool his heels on his own, but he's found fruit trees and apples and the talking animals sort of make sure that he's not wanting for something (there's something

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[notamelion]

At the end of one particularly long and wide corridor was a Lion. He was not an ordinary, tame lion, though he might seem so at first glance. Sitting quietly, he watched the boy wander the castle and knew that at some point he would find his way here.

For now, he would wait.

[teenagerenegade]

When he sees him, Charlie stops. Rationally, he knows who he is. He knows who he has to be. There's this moment of panic and then, finally, he just stops.

He opens his mouth, perhaps he's going to swear and then he thinks better of it and closes it again.

"Hello," he says.

[notamelion]

Aslan inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Hello, Charlie Bartlett," he said, his voice something like a rumble, although there was a bit of amusement in the sound.

[teenagerenegade]

...He's talking to a Lion and it sounds like it's laughing at him. The Jesus Lion is laughing at him. Charlie's not entirely sure that there's any of this than he can cope with.

He takes a deep breath, and nods.

"Of course you know my name," he says. "You probably know everything about me, right?"