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Am back from being with all the cousins. We went and conspired so we could stay over at my Memo and Fer's house (since it was the later's birthday) as if we were ten year olds (Which kinda applies to Alex and Fer, now that I think about it...) and our parents all refused (flashbacks to my childhood!). It seems like I've spent all of Easter week
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Narnia - Lucy-centric - Rain - 257 words
Lucy stares at the ocean painted orange with the first rays of light, imagines the warmth engulfing her and the salt on her skin; and yet she can’t help but long irrationally of ice cold waves and gray rain splattering the windows. She shakes her head, leans against the wall of her room in Cair Paravel, and buries the thought in her mind.
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“Do you ever feel like there’s something beyond Narnia?” Lucy asks Mr. Tumnus some days later while on a picnic, as Edmund and Peter talk about politics while they practice swordsmanship and Susan is dancing with the dryads.
“You mean beyond Calormen or the Lone Islands? Not really. Narnia is everything I could ever want.”
“Everything one could ever want… Yes, I guess that’s true.” She says in a murmur, her mind far away.
Mr. Tumnus tickles her nose with his scarf, and as she laughs she forgets all about it.
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(She often dreams about a sweet-looking woman singing her lullabies. When she wakes, she feels as if she ought to remember her, that she had been once important, but she doesn’t, and she fiddles with her fingers in anguish.)
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When she’s twenty-four, the sharp pine needles of the woods turn into soft coat fur, and she stumbles out of a wardrobe into a ten-year-old body she had long forgotten she had once possessed.
So there was something else, she says to herself in those first moments back in England, and then she wants nothing else but to go back home.
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Aww, more Narnia ficcies too please! :-D
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