The Call (#3: Connected)
Genre: The Chronicles of Narnia
Title: The Call
Chapter Title: Connected (003/100)
Author: catalyst283
Word count: 207
Rating: G
Warnings: it’s a little abstract and vague at first for a reason-why it’s like this will make sense after you’ve finished it
Notes: A curious image that’s been in and out of my head today. Not quite fluff, but definitely happier than the angst I’ve been writing lately. xD
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Connected
At night he dreams about her again.
She is not so far away for him not to be able to see that she is in that regal blue and white dress again-the one that makes her look like a queen-and he can’t but wonder a second time if there’s special meaning behind it.
This may very well come from the fact that everything-every little gesture, piece of clothing and spoken word-contains a hidden meaning crucial to life in the Telmarine court. Suspicion, after all, is only natural after living there for so many years.
But…somehow it’s not like that.
It’s a curious feeling that he gets about the dress more than anything. Like he hasn’t seen the last of it-despite the feeling of finality he cannot but help find associated with it-or of her.
He finds this to be a largely pleasant feeling, actually.
Despite this, he cannot shake the nagging thought that something is just not quite right about this whole scene, a thought that slipped his mind yesterday once he woke up. Only after he’s fully awake the next morning does it finally come to mind.
He’s never actually met her.
Title: The Call
Chapter Title: Connected (003/100)
Author: catalyst283
Word count: 207
Rating: G
Warnings: it’s a little abstract and vague at first for a reason-why it’s like this will make sense after you’ve finished it
Notes: A curious image that’s been in and out of my head today. Not quite fluff, but definitely happier than the angst I’ve been writing lately. xD
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Connected
At night he dreams about her again.
She is not so far away for him not to be able to see that she is in that regal blue and white dress again-the one that makes her look like a queen-and he can’t but wonder a second time if there’s special meaning behind it.
This may very well come from the fact that everything-every little gesture, piece of clothing and spoken word-contains a hidden meaning crucial to life in the Telmarine court. Suspicion, after all, is only natural after living there for so many years.
But…somehow it’s not like that.
It’s a curious feeling that he gets about the dress more than anything. Like he hasn’t seen the last of it-despite the feeling of finality he cannot but help find associated with it-or of her.
He finds this to be a largely pleasant feeling, actually.
Despite this, he cannot shake the nagging thought that something is just not quite right about this whole scene, a thought that slipped his mind yesterday once he woke up. Only after he’s fully awake the next morning does it finally come to mind.
He’s never actually met her.