Title: aftermath
Day/Theme: 25. Slurp
Series: Chronicles of Narnia
Character/Pairing: Susan/Caspian, Lucy
Rating: PG13



She dragged on the hot soup, too tired to care that she was slurping, too wrung out on adrenaline and battle-fever to care what might be in it. She was careful not to spill, at least, and other than that she didn't care.

Lucy had barely managed to down hers before sleeping, curled again Susan's legs. And just beside her, close enough for Susan's skin to be excruciatingly alive, Caspian drank his, eyes heavy with weariness but still sharp enough to habitually sweep the cavern, and did not speak.

She couldn't honestly find the strength for anything more coherent than praying the war was over.

Susan was only aware of her own dozing when Caspian caught her arm to prevent her from falling backward. Awake too fast she was already reaching for an arrow even as she clutched at his forearm, gasping for breath in a sudden rush of reaction.

He was looking at her hands on his arms, and his on hers, and after a moment they both let go at once. Even as she pulled her arm to her chest, she could feel his shirt, pressing into her fingers, warmed by his body.

He smiled--brief, fleeting, reserved--and inclined his head. "Perhaps you should retire," he said. "The battle is finished."

Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. She rubbed a hand against her lips and set down the bowl, exhaustion aching at her. "I suppose," she said.

Caspian rose to his feet; Susan shook Lucy awake and they both accepted his offer of a hand up. Susan released her fingers but reluctantly; Lucy, sleepy-eyed, hung on.

He walked with them and Susan moved almost close enough to be touching, his body a line of warmth against her side after the chill stone, and the feeling at once lulled her and stirred her.

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