Title: bitter dreams
Day/Theme: 19. Sigh.
Series: Chronicles of Narnia
Character/Pairing: Lucy Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Susan/Caspian
Rating: PG



Lucy comes home and runs through the dark quiet hall, her hands in her skirt, her cheeks flushed, breathing coming too fast. She is beyond resentment and unhappiness and anger for the moment, giddy with triumph; she comes around the corner, socked feet slipping on the rug, sliding on the cool smooth ground.

Susan is laying on the couch, long, slender limbs gathered to her, legs folded. Her stockings are dark, her ankles slender and fragile; her hands lay quiescent, lacquer shining dark red on her fingernails, dark hair spilling over her cheek. Her high heels lay on the ground at the foot of the couch; the sharp smooth arch and delicate spike of heel, dark red, one fallen over and revealing a coral lining like the soft pink skin of a bare palm. Susan does not have soft hands; even long gone from and denying Narnia, she is an archer.

On light feet, Lucy creeps closer, the news bubbling at her lips. Her fingertips nearly touch the gentle white curve of Susan's shoulder. Her sister's eyelashes flutter.

Susan stirs; her brows pull together, and she sighs a name in a voice that aches with heartbreak, that lifts the hairs on the back of Lucy's neck.

Lucy steps back, bites her lip, feels an answering ache yawn in her chest. She finds she has retreated to the door, and left her sister to her dreams.

The news can wait. Dreams are all Susan has of Narnia, now.

Tags: lucy pevensie, susan pevensie, susan pevensie/prince caspian x