[Fic] Narnia. Susan. G. Facts and Fantasies
Title: Facts and Fantasies
Author: monitorscreen
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Character: Susan Pevensie
Rating: G
Word count: 284 (64 quoted)
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia is the creation of C.S. Lewis, not mine.
Summary: Susan had never forgotten.
Author's notes: Fic #16 for fic_on_demand's Fic a Day June Challenge. Request: Incorporate a Chinese poem by xelloss_poo. Poem used: The Brocade Zither by Li Shangyin.
Facts and Fantasies
by monitor screen
Despite what the others might have said, Susan had never forgotten. The golden days of adventures and romances were fresh in her mind, tangible as the creams and rayon she kept as company nowadays.
For no reason the brocade zither has fifty strings.
Each bridge, each fret, recalls a flowering year.
There were fond memories. And not because she had been queen, with prestige and resources at the tips of her fingers. No, she was not that fickle.
Those were the days when she had believed in bravery and inner strength, in justice and freedom. Queen Susan the Gentle was real.
Or rather, had been real. In another time, another place.
Dawn dreams of a butterfly dazed Master Zhuang.
Prince Wang to the nightjar entrusted spring longings.
Here and now, she was only Susan Pevensie. Young, ordinary, Susan nobody. Grandeur or visions of heroism had no part in her life.
People should be practical. No matter how charming the other side of the mirror might be.
Through sapphire seas a moonlit pearl sheds a tear.
From indigo fields jade makes smoke in warm sun.
So Susan preened; so she flirted. In this reality in England, these were the important things. Destinies or legends, they were the fickle things here. Life was what one made of it, and by Aslan, was Susan going to come out of the scuffle on top.
Bills could not be paid with Narnian gold; dreams and fancies should remain that, immaterial, beyond the challenge of everyday living. A gem hidden in safekeeping...
A mood, in time, awaiting recollection?
Yet even then already lost and done.
... only to be revisited if she could spare a moment. Pragmatism was the rule.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author: monitorscreen
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Character: Susan Pevensie
Rating: G
Word count: 284 (64 quoted)
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia is the creation of C.S. Lewis, not mine.
Summary: Susan had never forgotten.
Author's notes: Fic #16 for fic_on_demand's Fic a Day June Challenge. Request: Incorporate a Chinese poem by xelloss_poo. Poem used: The Brocade Zither by Li Shangyin.
Facts and Fantasies
by monitor screen
Despite what the others might have said, Susan had never forgotten. The golden days of adventures and romances were fresh in her mind, tangible as the creams and rayon she kept as company nowadays.
For no reason the brocade zither has fifty strings.
Each bridge, each fret, recalls a flowering year.
There were fond memories. And not because she had been queen, with prestige and resources at the tips of her fingers. No, she was not that fickle.
Those were the days when she had believed in bravery and inner strength, in justice and freedom. Queen Susan the Gentle was real.
Or rather, had been real. In another time, another place.
Dawn dreams of a butterfly dazed Master Zhuang.
Prince Wang to the nightjar entrusted spring longings.
Here and now, she was only Susan Pevensie. Young, ordinary, Susan nobody. Grandeur or visions of heroism had no part in her life.
People should be practical. No matter how charming the other side of the mirror might be.
Through sapphire seas a moonlit pearl sheds a tear.
From indigo fields jade makes smoke in warm sun.
So Susan preened; so she flirted. In this reality in England, these were the important things. Destinies or legends, they were the fickle things here. Life was what one made of it, and by Aslan, was Susan going to come out of the scuffle on top.
Bills could not be paid with Narnian gold; dreams and fancies should remain that, immaterial, beyond the challenge of everyday living. A gem hidden in safekeeping...
A mood, in time, awaiting recollection?
Yet even then already lost and done.
... only to be revisited if she could spare a moment. Pragmatism was the rule.
Comments and critiques welcomed.