The Meaning of Fear- [CLOSED]
WHO: Sasaki Kojiro and Susan Pevensie
WHAT: He decides to have some fun, and goes hunting.
WHERE: A block away from the housing district.
WHEN: After her journal entry, tonight. Just after sundown.
The sun was setting, and instantly Susan picked up her pace.
Exploring the city had been exhausting and she'd somehow lost her way. So much for that map in her head. She'd found herself in the markets when the sun started to set, mentally cursing herself for losing track of them. Everyone she'd spoken to had warned her not to be out at night. Bombings, bitings, murders. It all happened in this city and Susan was determined not to be a part of it.
Stopping briefly to ask an elderly woman for directions, she set off at a rather brisk pace, heart pounding in her heart as her memories flitted back to that journal conversation. Susan had doubted she'd been more scared since landing here than when that- person was threatening her brothers and sisters. And Susan had seen battle, had seen Aslan killed at the stone table. She was not an easy one to frighten.
But those words, the way that person had casually spoken about killing, it chilled her. So she'd started carrying around her quiver of arrows and bow everywhere, just in case. This time, Peter Pevensie would not be there to protect her when the wolves snapped at her feet. This time she'd have to act the part of a queen herself.
Weaving quickly though the crowds, she found herself letting out a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding, as the corner of the quiet, peaceful block leading to Peter's house became visible. There were hardly any people on the streets, all of them having been wise enough to stay in their homes when the sun set. Although it seemed ridiculous that she felt so reassured just by seeing the block, it wasn't as if she were any more safe inside the home as she was outside. But Peter's presence there was calming, for some reason.
There, Susan felt like everything would be alright, even when things were so terribly wrong.
WHAT: He decides to have some fun, and goes hunting.
WHERE: A block away from the housing district.
WHEN: After her journal entry, tonight. Just after sundown.
The sun was setting, and instantly Susan picked up her pace.
Exploring the city had been exhausting and she'd somehow lost her way. So much for that map in her head. She'd found herself in the markets when the sun started to set, mentally cursing herself for losing track of them. Everyone she'd spoken to had warned her not to be out at night. Bombings, bitings, murders. It all happened in this city and Susan was determined not to be a part of it.
Stopping briefly to ask an elderly woman for directions, she set off at a rather brisk pace, heart pounding in her heart as her memories flitted back to that journal conversation. Susan had doubted she'd been more scared since landing here than when that- person was threatening her brothers and sisters. And Susan had seen battle, had seen Aslan killed at the stone table. She was not an easy one to frighten.
But those words, the way that person had casually spoken about killing, it chilled her. So she'd started carrying around her quiver of arrows and bow everywhere, just in case. This time, Peter Pevensie would not be there to protect her when the wolves snapped at her feet. This time she'd have to act the part of a queen herself.
Weaving quickly though the crowds, she found herself letting out a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding, as the corner of the quiet, peaceful block leading to Peter's house became visible. There were hardly any people on the streets, all of them having been wise enough to stay in their homes when the sun set. Although it seemed ridiculous that she felt so reassured just by seeing the block, it wasn't as if she were any more safe inside the home as she was outside. But Peter's presence there was calming, for some reason.
There, Susan felt like everything would be alright, even when things were so terribly wrong.