stars like liquid (narnia; lucy)
stars like liquid
Lucy; G; General / 200 words
Prompt: "paint the sky with stars," 100foraslan. Second entry.
stars like liquid
After the Witch leaves, the sky is again bright with stars. But Lucy hardly notices the white sea just hanging over her head.
Lucy notices the sun, dead on a cold slab of stone, his vast white-hot rays cooling. She can feel it when she pulls his fur eagerly between her fingers.
She is so tired from a lack of sleep that the tears when they come sting at her eyes, they make is painful to be alive. Painful to open her eyes, to look at Susan's blurred form, gentle Susan who is similarly wiping tears away hastily. It hurts them both, to cry.
The tears form bright white pointed stars in her eyes, paint her vision, blur and block out all else with their luminosity. Oh, she says, long and drawn out, voice in pain and thick with tears. Susan looks defeated, and Lucy knows that they have lost Aslan forever, that they have lost Narnia forever. The Witch has won.
The night fades, the sun arises slowly with the dawn, leaps over them swiftly. Lucy's eyes don't sting anymore, the stars are fading.
The sun has arisen. They've won.
The stars disappear altogether. It doesn't hurt to cry.
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Lucy; G; General / 200 words
Prompt: "paint the sky with stars," 100foraslan. Second entry.
stars like liquid
After the Witch leaves, the sky is again bright with stars. But Lucy hardly notices the white sea just hanging over her head.
Lucy notices the sun, dead on a cold slab of stone, his vast white-hot rays cooling. She can feel it when she pulls his fur eagerly between her fingers.
She is so tired from a lack of sleep that the tears when they come sting at her eyes, they make is painful to be alive. Painful to open her eyes, to look at Susan's blurred form, gentle Susan who is similarly wiping tears away hastily. It hurts them both, to cry.
The tears form bright white pointed stars in her eyes, paint her vision, blur and block out all else with their luminosity. Oh, she says, long and drawn out, voice in pain and thick with tears. Susan looks defeated, and Lucy knows that they have lost Aslan forever, that they have lost Narnia forever. The Witch has won.
The night fades, the sun arises slowly with the dawn, leaps over them swiftly. Lucy's eyes don't sting anymore, the stars are fading.
The sun has arisen. They've won.
The stars disappear altogether. It doesn't hurt to cry.
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