where the current and the heavens collide;
WHO: Susan Pevensie
WHAT: Finding Caspian's corpse at the docks.
WHERE: The docks
WHEN: Day 127, after Shira's post.
She ran, faster than she'd ever run before.
Please, please... it was the mantra that she chanted in her mind with every step, keeping with the beat of her pounding heart. Despite everyone's warnings to not leave the house, she went outside alone. What did it matter, anymore? What did anything matter?
Susan reached the docks, looked around frantically. This had to be a joke. A cruel hoax played by a cruel man, he couldn't have-
And then she saw him.
There was a shrill sort of scream that seemed to fill the air, and it only vaguely occured to her that it was hers. Susan ran forward, collapsed to her knees, and pulled him up, hugging him, holding him in her lap.
There was so much blood.
It stained everything, her clothes, her hands, her face. Mixing with tears, pooling and diluting the red as they both coursed down her cheeks. This was so cruel, she didn't know how to feel. The toxic mix of anger and sadness and regret combined to create a sort of cold numbness. The whole affair was so surreal- it was as if time had stopped, as if she were watching the scene from above.
He was almost unrecognizable. And, oh Aslan it hurt so much. Something was breaking.
Susan's body shuddered, her breath came erratically as she hyperventilated between sobs, struggling to catch that next breath through the tears that clouded her eyes.
She held him closer, despite the blood soaking through her clothes and onto her skin.
Her lips were waxed, she loved him once. Once, once, once- it was an echo now. There were so many 'would haves' and 'should haves', and it was too late for that.
With a sob, she bent her head so that the top of her forehead met his. She had no idea how much time had past. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours- and judging by how the sun had set, it was the latter.
Night fell; she didn't care.
WHAT: Finding Caspian's corpse at the docks.
WHERE: The docks
WHEN: Day 127, after Shira's post.
She ran, faster than she'd ever run before.
Please, please... it was the mantra that she chanted in her mind with every step, keeping with the beat of her pounding heart. Despite everyone's warnings to not leave the house, she went outside alone. What did it matter, anymore? What did anything matter?
Susan reached the docks, looked around frantically. This had to be a joke. A cruel hoax played by a cruel man, he couldn't have-
And then she saw him.
There was a shrill sort of scream that seemed to fill the air, and it only vaguely occured to her that it was hers. Susan ran forward, collapsed to her knees, and pulled him up, hugging him, holding him in her lap.
There was so much blood.
It stained everything, her clothes, her hands, her face. Mixing with tears, pooling and diluting the red as they both coursed down her cheeks. This was so cruel, she didn't know how to feel. The toxic mix of anger and sadness and regret combined to create a sort of cold numbness. The whole affair was so surreal- it was as if time had stopped, as if she were watching the scene from above.
He was almost unrecognizable. And, oh Aslan it hurt so much. Something was breaking.
Susan's body shuddered, her breath came erratically as she hyperventilated between sobs, struggling to catch that next breath through the tears that clouded her eyes.
She held him closer, despite the blood soaking through her clothes and onto her skin.
Her lips were waxed, she loved him once. Once, once, once- it was an echo now. There were so many 'would haves' and 'should haves', and it was too late for that.
With a sob, she bent her head so that the top of her forehead met his. She had no idea how much time had past. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours- and judging by how the sun had set, it was the latter.
Night fell; she didn't care.