Never Say Never Ever
Title: Never Say Never Ever
Rating: G
Genre: romance, fluff
Characters/Pairings: Susan/Caspian
Spoilers: ignores Narnia canon.
Summary:
Notes: No beta, except myself.
Disclaimer: Everything Narnia belongs to CS Lewis and Harper Trophy/Walden Media, and is used without permission here. I, however, do not claim what is theirs and only what is mine.
Never Say Never Ever
She didn’t think she’d ever go back.
She thought that her place on Earth was stuck, stagnant, done. She’d fulfilled her role there, and that was that; she had to go back to her normal life at home.
But she was wrong and Susan Pevensie stood, ankle-deep in snow drifts in the middle of a blizzard in what was undoubtedly Narnia.
She sighed and pulled at the sleeves of her light wool sweater. It’d only been early autumn back in England, and she’d just been beginning her last year at university, walking to class in the half-gloom of the early morning when she’d turned a corner, felt a strong wind, and then found herself in a snowstorm. She shivered; she was thankful to be back in Narnia, but couldn’t Aslan have found it in himself to drop her off during the summer, or at least not on what appeared, through the swirling snow, to be a mountain?
Setting her lips in a grim line, Susan surveyed her surroundings, and lifting one Oxford shoe-clad foot at a time, made her way down the mountain.
- -
She didn’t think she’d find him again.
Time runs different in Narnia than it does England, she knew, so after crawling down the mountain to find shelter, waiting out the storm in a cave, being found by a Fox and his wife and being taken to the edge of the woods and pointed towards Humans, she expected a far different world than the one she’d left years ago.
But she was wrong, and Susan Pevensie nearly gaped at the dark haired man sitting on a Horse. Staring was bad manners, a small part of her brain said, but he was staring too. Time seemed to stand still around the pair of them while the rest of the world swirled on.
“Caspian,” she whispered, the name falling from her lips like a prayer, like a breath of fresh air. He was older than she remembered, a few lines in his face that weren’t there before. Time did run different in Narnia.
Slowly, Caspian swung down from his Horse. He was dressed in fine robes of crimson and gold, a jeweled sword hanging from his hip. “Susan? Is that truly you?” he murmured as he came towards her.
He smelled of Horse, of spices, and of man, she noted as the wind wafted around them, a scent she remembered as distinctly Caspian. She closed the distance between them and looked up at him, suddenly shy.
“It’s…yes, it’s me. Plain old Susan Pevensie.”
Caspian sighed, like a man waking from a dream, disappointed to return to reality. He shook his head and cupped Susan’s face in his hands. “For all the lands in Narnia, I would take you in my arms and never let you go, plain Susan, but I cannot. Come with me, it is my wedding day.”
She found him, but then again, she lost him.
- -
She never thought she would be the one to make a man call off his wedding; she’s not that kind of girl.
She goes to weddings, sits, perhaps gets a little weepy, then eats food that frankly, is never very good, and then goes home. She’s been to three different weddings in the past year; twenty-five years old is verging on a spinster, really, and all of her friends are married, engaged, or have a serious man in their lives.
Susan had her books and the man who lived in another world.
But he’s standing in front of a woman in a long, pale yellow dress, and Susan is standing in the crowd watching the King of Narnia wed, shabby and looking drastically out of place. She should be wearing royal dresses in silks, but she’s there in her sensible oxfords, pleated navy skirt, and light blue sweater, eyes swimming with salty tears.
One falls to her cheek, and as it does, Caspian looks out at her. She smiles at him, wanting this to be over as soon as possible (what was Aslan thinking?), when he waves his hand. He murmurs to the woman, whose face doesn’t change from blandly pleasant, then cuts through the crowd and stands in front of Susan.
“I cannot do this-this…I cannot, knowing you are here,” he earnestly tells her, dark eyes searching Susan’s. “You have had my heart, always and I must know, have you also given me yours in return?”
Susan licks her lips and glances at the Narnians surrounding her. A few recognize the Queen of old and a rumbling whisper is going through the crowd. She drags in a ragged breath. “It has never been anyone else’s,” she says, looking him in the eye. She smiles.
- -
Aslan attends their wedding and brings her siblings and promises that she can stay in Narnia for the rest of her life. Sometimes Susan wonders what will happen when she dies of old age here-will she go back to being in her mid-twenties and in England? She’s already lived half a life in both Narnia and in England, so to do so again seems unfair, but she’s too content to ask.
- -
Susan didn’t think she’d ever do a lot of things, least of all return to Narnia, but she knows that miracles happen for a reason, and as she curls closer in bed to her husband, the love of her life-in whatever world she was in-she doesn’t bother to think; she just believes.
fin
Rating: G
Genre: romance, fluff
Characters/Pairings: Susan/Caspian
Spoilers: ignores Narnia canon.
Summary:
Notes: No beta, except myself.
Disclaimer: Everything Narnia belongs to CS Lewis and Harper Trophy/Walden Media, and is used without permission here. I, however, do not claim what is theirs and only what is mine.
Never Say Never Ever
She didn’t think she’d ever go back.
She thought that her place on Earth was stuck, stagnant, done. She’d fulfilled her role there, and that was that; she had to go back to her normal life at home.
But she was wrong and Susan Pevensie stood, ankle-deep in snow drifts in the middle of a blizzard in what was undoubtedly Narnia.
She sighed and pulled at the sleeves of her light wool sweater. It’d only been early autumn back in England, and she’d just been beginning her last year at university, walking to class in the half-gloom of the early morning when she’d turned a corner, felt a strong wind, and then found herself in a snowstorm. She shivered; she was thankful to be back in Narnia, but couldn’t Aslan have found it in himself to drop her off during the summer, or at least not on what appeared, through the swirling snow, to be a mountain?
Setting her lips in a grim line, Susan surveyed her surroundings, and lifting one Oxford shoe-clad foot at a time, made her way down the mountain.
- -
She didn’t think she’d find him again.
Time runs different in Narnia than it does England, she knew, so after crawling down the mountain to find shelter, waiting out the storm in a cave, being found by a Fox and his wife and being taken to the edge of the woods and pointed towards Humans, she expected a far different world than the one she’d left years ago.
But she was wrong, and Susan Pevensie nearly gaped at the dark haired man sitting on a Horse. Staring was bad manners, a small part of her brain said, but he was staring too. Time seemed to stand still around the pair of them while the rest of the world swirled on.
“Caspian,” she whispered, the name falling from her lips like a prayer, like a breath of fresh air. He was older than she remembered, a few lines in his face that weren’t there before. Time did run different in Narnia.
Slowly, Caspian swung down from his Horse. He was dressed in fine robes of crimson and gold, a jeweled sword hanging from his hip. “Susan? Is that truly you?” he murmured as he came towards her.
He smelled of Horse, of spices, and of man, she noted as the wind wafted around them, a scent she remembered as distinctly Caspian. She closed the distance between them and looked up at him, suddenly shy.
“It’s…yes, it’s me. Plain old Susan Pevensie.”
Caspian sighed, like a man waking from a dream, disappointed to return to reality. He shook his head and cupped Susan’s face in his hands. “For all the lands in Narnia, I would take you in my arms and never let you go, plain Susan, but I cannot. Come with me, it is my wedding day.”
She found him, but then again, she lost him.
- -
She never thought she would be the one to make a man call off his wedding; she’s not that kind of girl.
She goes to weddings, sits, perhaps gets a little weepy, then eats food that frankly, is never very good, and then goes home. She’s been to three different weddings in the past year; twenty-five years old is verging on a spinster, really, and all of her friends are married, engaged, or have a serious man in their lives.
Susan had her books and the man who lived in another world.
But he’s standing in front of a woman in a long, pale yellow dress, and Susan is standing in the crowd watching the King of Narnia wed, shabby and looking drastically out of place. She should be wearing royal dresses in silks, but she’s there in her sensible oxfords, pleated navy skirt, and light blue sweater, eyes swimming with salty tears.
One falls to her cheek, and as it does, Caspian looks out at her. She smiles at him, wanting this to be over as soon as possible (what was Aslan thinking?), when he waves his hand. He murmurs to the woman, whose face doesn’t change from blandly pleasant, then cuts through the crowd and stands in front of Susan.
“I cannot do this-this…I cannot, knowing you are here,” he earnestly tells her, dark eyes searching Susan’s. “You have had my heart, always and I must know, have you also given me yours in return?”
Susan licks her lips and glances at the Narnians surrounding her. A few recognize the Queen of old and a rumbling whisper is going through the crowd. She drags in a ragged breath. “It has never been anyone else’s,” she says, looking him in the eye. She smiles.
- -
Aslan attends their wedding and brings her siblings and promises that she can stay in Narnia for the rest of her life. Sometimes Susan wonders what will happen when she dies of old age here-will she go back to being in her mid-twenties and in England? She’s already lived half a life in both Narnia and in England, so to do so again seems unfair, but she’s too content to ask.
- -
Susan didn’t think she’d ever do a lot of things, least of all return to Narnia, but she knows that miracles happen for a reason, and as she curls closer in bed to her husband, the love of her life-in whatever world she was in-she doesn’t bother to think; she just believes.
fin