Frustration isn't just my middle name, it's my sub-species
Things never happen the same way twice, which is why Susan Peterson is twenty years old and living out of a musty old flat two blocks from the uni when she finds the mirror in her mother’s attic. It is weighty and gilded and possibly the ugliest creation she has ever had the misfortune of stumbling across in a dark attic, but her mother insists that she take it to brighten her flat and Susan doesn’t want to disappoint her mother.
She takes the mirror home, settles it against a back wall, and resolves to forget about its very existence. Three days later, in the midst of outlining her Applied Calculus notes, she makes the mistake of looking up and catching her reflection in the mirror; within seconds she directly in front of the glass, because she could’ve sworn that she saw somethi-
Susan Peterson is twenty years old when she discovers Narnia. She makes friends and allies and mistakes and saves the world on many a memorable equation, and one morning when she is supposed to be doing something queenly or at least important, she finds a forgotten mirror in the corner of the keep, and trips back into reality.
Susan Peterson is practical and wears a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and always pulls her hair up into a loose knot against the back of her head, and she likes lipstick but doesn’t see much use for nylons as leggings are far warmer. She misses Narnia every day of her life and never forgets anything, except maybe the name of the woman who brushed her hair or the prince from afar who smelled like jasmine.
She tells herself that just because she makes a living doesn’t mean she’s betrayed everything Narnia has taught her, and when Susan Peterson dies (purportedly at the age of twenty-one, although the ache in her muscles when she wakes up in the morning points more solidly to about thirty-seven) she finds herself on a country road with a boy who has dark eyes with crow’s feet crowding the corners. He tells her his name, and although it’s odd-sounding and she can’t quite remember the specifics, she feels a tug on her memories. She lets go, and waits, and then she can look into the boy’s eyes and say Caspian and he says Susan, and she is whole and redeemed and everything again.
Welcome home, he says.
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For the first time, a response that might actually fall under the category of "drabble." OMG, guys!!!11
She takes the mirror home, settles it against a back wall, and resolves to forget about its very existence. Three days later, in the midst of outlining her Applied Calculus notes, she makes the mistake of looking up and catching her reflection in the mirror; within seconds she directly in front of the glass, because she could’ve sworn that she saw somethi-
Susan Peterson is twenty years old when she discovers Narnia. She makes friends and allies and mistakes and saves the world on many a memorable equation, and one morning when she is supposed to be doing something queenly or at least important, she finds a forgotten mirror in the corner of the keep, and trips back into reality.
Susan Peterson is practical and wears a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and always pulls her hair up into a loose knot against the back of her head, and she likes lipstick but doesn’t see much use for nylons as leggings are far warmer. She misses Narnia every day of her life and never forgets anything, except maybe the name of the woman who brushed her hair or the prince from afar who smelled like jasmine.
She tells herself that just because she makes a living doesn’t mean she’s betrayed everything Narnia has taught her, and when Susan Peterson dies (purportedly at the age of twenty-one, although the ache in her muscles when she wakes up in the morning points more solidly to about thirty-seven) she finds herself on a country road with a boy who has dark eyes with crow’s feet crowding the corners. He tells her his name, and although it’s odd-sounding and she can’t quite remember the specifics, she feels a tug on her memories. She lets go, and waits, and then she can look into the boy’s eyes and say Caspian and he says Susan, and she is whole and redeemed and everything again.
Welcome home, he says.
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For the first time, a response that might actually fall under the category of "drabble." OMG, guys!!!11