Another Narnia oneshot

[sivaroobini]

I AM LEAVING FOR AMERICA ON THURSDAY!!! XP First we're going to San Francisco to visit relatives, then we'll go to Las Vegas and stay in the Luxor! :DDD Unfortunately, my camera charger is missing. :(

Anyway, the other day my sister and I were watching Prince Caspian and my sister accidentally said, "Crince Paspian,", which I found hilarious, and my sister also found his line, "I am Prince Caspian," both sexy and funny, and almosy every time he appeared onscreen, she'd imitate his, "I am Prince Caspian," driving me nuts. She also finds Reepicheep's name hilarious but admits that he's adorable.

I wrote this piece of fanfiction in August but then forgot about it. Here it is! BTW, it's about the Pevensies and set post-VDT.

 

Disclaimer: Narnia belongs to Aslan and Clive Staples Lewis.

 

Author’s Notes: This is set a while after The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, so they’re all under the impression that they’ll never go back to Narnia or see Aslan again.

 

Not Home

 

England is not their home.

 

 Sometimes they get strange looks, from their parents and teachers and friends, when they slip into the old-fashioned manner of speech they used in the Narnian court. Girls giggle at Peter’s and Edmund’s manners, but the two boy-kings barely notice them, their heads filled with memories of battles and laws and feasts. Boys’ heads turn at Susan’s and Lucy’s regal walk, but the queens remember knights and balls and hunts and look straight ahead.

 

 When a strong wind blows the rustling orange leaves from the tree in their garden, Lucy holds her breath, half-hoping and waiting for the leaves to coalesce into the form of a Dryad. As the leaves fall to the ground, Lucy feels a sudden stab of pain.

 

 Warm fur brushes against Edmund’s leg, and he spins around so fast he almost loses balance. His shoulders slump as he looks at the ginger tomcat; large by normal standards, he supposes, but small compared to Narnian toms. Edmund remembers the scent of the Lion’s breath, the feel of his mane, and sighs.

 

 Susan fingers the clothes in the shop, wondering why materials that she once loved now seem coarse and faded. She longs for the feel of Narnian fabric on her skin. Susan is interrupted by Helen Pevensie, spinning around in a pure white fur coat.

“How do I look, darling?”

Susan wordlessly selects a dark brown fur coat instead and hands it to her mother.

 

 Someone grabs Peter’s shoulder; he instinctively twists away, groping for the absent hilt of Rhindon, before realising it is just one of his friends, fooling around. They pause to watch a group of younger boys mock-spar with branches.

 

The whole point of fencing is not to simply hit your opponent’s sword. Duck, you idiot! Slash at his feet! You just missed an opening! Peter’s jaw clenches at the amateur swordsmanship, and his fingers curl and uncurl at his side, searching for a sword that is not there.

 

At Christmas, Helen Pevensie watches as her children give each other strange presents; a pendant in the shape of a lion, a strange, old-fashioned dress from a vintage store, a miniature model of a knight in armour holding a sword, a panting of trees growing around ruins, and the like are received with delight. But even stranger is the way they carry themselves. It isn't just their sudden, strange manners or the way they interact with each other. Sometimes they seem unsure, even wary, as if lost, and occasionally they stare off into the distance with a longing expression – as if they are homesick in their own house.

 

England is not their home. Narnia is.

 

 

Reviews would be much loved. XP

Comments

[hollywdliz.livejournal.com]

Gah! So good! Beautiful. I am a sucker for angsty post-Narnia Pevensie fics. Wahhh!

Also, howdy from San Francisco and I really hope you enjoy your visit to our wonderful city! :)

[sirius-luva.livejournal.com]

Haha, I actually posted this on my LJ last December, before leaving, but I only posted the link at four_sovereigns recently. But yes, I loved San Francisco. Plaves like Muir Woods and the beaches blew me away.

And aww, thanks for the lovely review. At least they get to return to Narnia eventually. Except Susan, although I do hope she eventually gets in, nobody deserves being shut out of Narnia for lipstick.

[hollywdliz.livejournal.com]

Wow, I fail at observation! Clearly the angsty fic distracted me! :D Glad you had fun here. I love the beaches too, though I still need to get to Muir Woods.

Susan's fate bothers me too, but on the other hand, it's the Unresolved Ending That Launched 50 Million Fanfics. I just realized I love Susan not because of the person in the book (who is silly, honestly) but because of who the fans have made her into.

I resolved this New Year to wear lipstick every day, and it was to a small extent a big "F*** you!" to Lewis, whom I otherwise adore. Mwah!

[sirius-luva.livejournal.com]

Haha, I rarely observe little things like dates either. Oh, Muir Woods was awesome.

Haha, yes, but I'm not really a Susan/Caspian fan so I don't like those fics where she somehoe manages to get together with Caspian after the end of Last Battle, which is nonsense anyway because he's married, a father, and long dead by then. And it's the same here! You should read 'The Guardian' at FanFiction.Net. Leona seems vaguely Sue-ish but she isn't a complete Sue, sje makes mistakes and all, and in the very last chapter, I almost cried for Susan.

Muahaha, lipstick as a 'F**k you, Lewis'? I'm dressing in a more feminine manner, instead of the usual tomboyish baggy black shirts and jeans, and I never thought of it that way, but it's a subtle show of support for Susan against Lewis.

[mathkid.livejournal.com]

Heh, I spent a while looking for a Post a Comment link before realizing it was "Get Bitten". I love post-Narnia fics and you did a great job capturing the little things that stick with them and, as you say, make them feel "homesick in their own house". Nicely done!

(Also have another welcome to San Fran and hope you enjoy your stay!)

[sirius-luva.livejournal.com]

Haha, I actually posted this on my LJ last December, before leaving, but I only posted the link at four_sovereigns recently.

And yes, I happen to be a Twilight fan as well, and I've also had a thing for werewolves for a while. XP So the Leave a Comment link was changed to Get Bitten.

They grew up in Narnia; they probably spent more years there than in England. I guess it's a natural feeling. Thanks for reviewing!