"Forever" - The Chronicles of Narnia - The Pevensies
Title: Forever
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Author: capn_trips
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this, alas!
Characters/Pairings: The Pevensies
Prompt: Written for Beyond The Grave
Time does not touch them. Though the air feels thicker when they approach. Clouds grow denser. That pleasantly cool breeze becomes icy hands down the spine. And it becomes known at once to any observer that no one should ever live this long. Not until the hair is gray, not of the elderly but of dust. Not until skin is paper. Not until the eyes run hot with blood that will no longer be contained by the fine capillaries that have burst long ago from use. Not with those stubs of green teeth. And not with that glow emanating from them at all times, showing that one should never mistake them for frail. Their power grows with each passing year, years that do not register in other worlds. Magical years that tarnish crowns yet reveal hidden secrets to them. Theirs is a light so bright that it banishes darkness, yes, and a blessing this could be if they did not burn so. Burn the sight out of skulls, the wits as well, and the feeling out of nerves. They are phantoms. They are gods. They are children and ancient.
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Author: capn_trips
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this, alas!
Characters/Pairings: The Pevensies
Prompt: Written for Beyond The Grave
Time does not touch them. Though the air feels thicker when they approach. Clouds grow denser. That pleasantly cool breeze becomes icy hands down the spine. And it becomes known at once to any observer that no one should ever live this long. Not until the hair is gray, not of the elderly but of dust. Not until skin is paper. Not until the eyes run hot with blood that will no longer be contained by the fine capillaries that have burst long ago from use. Not with those stubs of green teeth. And not with that glow emanating from them at all times, showing that one should never mistake them for frail. Their power grows with each passing year, years that do not register in other worlds. Magical years that tarnish crowns yet reveal hidden secrets to them. Theirs is a light so bright that it banishes darkness, yes, and a blessing this could be if they did not burn so. Burn the sight out of skulls, the wits as well, and the feeling out of nerves. They are phantoms. They are gods. They are children and ancient.