Fanfic: Tuesday's Child
Title: Tuesday's Child
Author: stephie_nhbg
Rating: G
Fandom: CoN
Type: Fanfiction
Genre and/or Pairing: Schmoop, Susan/Caspian
Spoilers: none
Warnings: sugar overload
Word Count: 361
Disclaimer: None of this amazing world is mine, I just like to play in it.
Summary: He did not know how she would respond, but her tinkling laughter, was not what he expected at all. ; Response to susancaspian Weekly Drabble Challenge #10: “Grace”
Author's Note: I have to say it, this was probably the most fun I've ever had writing a drabble, the second I saw the Challenge word I knew exactly what to do, I hope you like it :)
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
- Mother Goose
Every time he watches her walk, he can't help but feel like she's dancing. Her lithe movements just spoke of grace and beauty. Each time he's in her presence he feels like he's watching an angel, a fairy, a goddess.
One time while she was picking flowers he decided to tell her.
"My Queen, you are the most graceful and beautiful person I've ever seen, you put the dryiads to shame."
He didn't know how she would respond, but her tinkling laughter was not what he expected at all.
Confused, Caspian asked, "I don't understand, what's so funny."
Noticing that she might have hurt his feelings, Susan dropped all but one flower and skipped to him, pushing back his hair, she placed her flower behind his ear, and softly whispered, "Caspian, would you like to hear a story?"
"But what does that have-"
Stopping him with a finger to his lips, she began to speak, "When I was very young, no older than four, my father used to joke that I must have been born on the wrong day because I wasn't a bit graceful like Tuesday's Child was supposed to be. I was always breaking things, tripping, having more accidents than one little girl ever should. He loved that little joke." With a little laugh Susan continued, "I only laughed because you reminded me of his stories."
Still distracted by her finger on his lips and the way she was pressed up against him, Caspian couldn't begin to speak so he just nodded. For a moment they just stared into each others eyes. Then slowly she moved her finger from his lips, and placed her hands behind his neck. His hands found her back, and with no other music than the breeze through the trees they began to dance. Her hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck, and love reflected in both of their eyes. Placing her head on his chest, Susan whispered, "You must have been born on Tuesday as well."
Tilting her face to his she gave him a kiss and a smile, and he whispered back, "I'm not nearly as graceful as you."
Author: stephie_nhbg
Rating: G
Fandom: CoN
Type: Fanfiction
Genre and/or Pairing: Schmoop, Susan/Caspian
Spoilers: none
Warnings: sugar overload
Word Count: 361
Disclaimer: None of this amazing world is mine, I just like to play in it.
Summary: He did not know how she would respond, but her tinkling laughter, was not what he expected at all. ; Response to susancaspian Weekly Drabble Challenge #10: “Grace”
Author's Note: I have to say it, this was probably the most fun I've ever had writing a drabble, the second I saw the Challenge word I knew exactly what to do, I hope you like it :)
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
- Mother Goose
Every time he watches her walk, he can't help but feel like she's dancing. Her lithe movements just spoke of grace and beauty. Each time he's in her presence he feels like he's watching an angel, a fairy, a goddess.
One time while she was picking flowers he decided to tell her.
"My Queen, you are the most graceful and beautiful person I've ever seen, you put the dryiads to shame."
He didn't know how she would respond, but her tinkling laughter was not what he expected at all.
Confused, Caspian asked, "I don't understand, what's so funny."
Noticing that she might have hurt his feelings, Susan dropped all but one flower and skipped to him, pushing back his hair, she placed her flower behind his ear, and softly whispered, "Caspian, would you like to hear a story?"
"But what does that have-"
Stopping him with a finger to his lips, she began to speak, "When I was very young, no older than four, my father used to joke that I must have been born on the wrong day because I wasn't a bit graceful like Tuesday's Child was supposed to be. I was always breaking things, tripping, having more accidents than one little girl ever should. He loved that little joke." With a little laugh Susan continued, "I only laughed because you reminded me of his stories."
Still distracted by her finger on his lips and the way she was pressed up against him, Caspian couldn't begin to speak so he just nodded. For a moment they just stared into each others eyes. Then slowly she moved her finger from his lips, and placed her hands behind his neck. His hands found her back, and with no other music than the breeze through the trees they began to dance. Her hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck, and love reflected in both of their eyes. Placing her head on his chest, Susan whispered, "You must have been born on Tuesday as well."
Tilting her face to his she gave him a kiss and a smile, and he whispered back, "I'm not nearly as graceful as you."