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Fic - My World
Title: My World
Rating: T
Pairing: Susan/Caspian
Summary: Susan gives a running commentary of the end of her tortures when rescue finally comes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or the last line in this fic (good song, yo), so please don’t sue me!
A/N: This is loosely inspired by a dream I had last week. It was pretty awkward, but I actually remembered it, so it gets brownie points in my book. Weekly Drabble Challenge Response #6, Chivalry, at susancaspian.
Rating: T
Pairing: Susan/Caspian
Summary: Susan gives a running commentary of the end of her tortures when rescue finally comes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or the last line in this fic (good song, yo), so please don’t sue me!
A/N: This is loosely inspired by a dream I had last week. It was pretty awkward, but I actually remembered it, so it gets brownie points in my book. Weekly Drabble Challenge Response #6, Chivalry, at susancaspian.
My world is only what I can feel in my head. My eyes are swollen shut, my lips are caked with days-old blood, and my nose is stuffy. I can only breathe through my mouth, but every breath burns my parched throat and I wonder when the pain in all my limbs will ease away. I even find myself silently praying to leave this horrid life.
And then, I feel a new light enter my wintry cell. Everything changes.
The sweet, silvery tone of a sword unsheathing makes its way to my weary ears. I know immediately it is not the sound of my captors; the warmth of the sound is too real, not a hopeless fabrication.
“We have them, Sire! May I dispatch them?” Can it be? The chivalrous Mouse is here!
“Not yet.” Oh, that melodious voice! Please, Aslan, let this truly not be a false hope! I try to pry my eyelids open, I have to see him! But they do not comply. Instead I wriggle around the cold floor, hoping he’ll see me. Suddenly, a rough hand grasps my shoulder, eliciting a dry yell from my mouth.
“Hey!” I hear him run to my enemy and punch him, at least judging from the release of pressure on my shoulder and the thump of the man on the floor behind me. “You are not to touch her!” Another punch. “You can torture me, you can make me bleed, you can even kill me! I don’t care! But you are not to touch her.”
“Aaargh!” My captor cries out and - No! – swings out at Caspian. I feel him fall before me and the man runs away. But then Reepicheep works his magic and fells the men.
“They are finished, Your Majesty!” Caspian sighs and crawls toward me. I once again try relentlessly to open my eyes, but fail and whimper.
“Shh, you are safe now.” My cheek tingles when his fingers linger for a moment. Then, he gently picks me up and, before I know it, the warm summer breeze caresses me. Minutes pass and I feel a cool, wet cloth wiping my face.
Finally, my eyes open.
And he smiles at me.
“Your lip,” I mumble. He raises a finger to the split, but then shrugs it off. “It is not important.”
He continues to wipe my face. “What is important is that you are here. And somewhat unharmed.” At that last statement, he exaggerates a grimace, but a smile hides underneath it. I smile as much as I can, so happy to be with him again.
And the world inside my head spreads to the space in my chest. It fills with warmth and sunshine.
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.
And then, I feel a new light enter my wintry cell. Everything changes.
The sweet, silvery tone of a sword unsheathing makes its way to my weary ears. I know immediately it is not the sound of my captors; the warmth of the sound is too real, not a hopeless fabrication.
“We have them, Sire! May I dispatch them?” Can it be? The chivalrous Mouse is here!
“Not yet.” Oh, that melodious voice! Please, Aslan, let this truly not be a false hope! I try to pry my eyelids open, I have to see him! But they do not comply. Instead I wriggle around the cold floor, hoping he’ll see me. Suddenly, a rough hand grasps my shoulder, eliciting a dry yell from my mouth.
“Hey!” I hear him run to my enemy and punch him, at least judging from the release of pressure on my shoulder and the thump of the man on the floor behind me. “You are not to touch her!” Another punch. “You can torture me, you can make me bleed, you can even kill me! I don’t care! But you are not to touch her.”
“Aaargh!” My captor cries out and - No! – swings out at Caspian. I feel him fall before me and the man runs away. But then Reepicheep works his magic and fells the men.
“They are finished, Your Majesty!” Caspian sighs and crawls toward me. I once again try relentlessly to open my eyes, but fail and whimper.
“Shh, you are safe now.” My cheek tingles when his fingers linger for a moment. Then, he gently picks me up and, before I know it, the warm summer breeze caresses me. Minutes pass and I feel a cool, wet cloth wiping my face.
Finally, my eyes open.
And he smiles at me.
“Your lip,” I mumble. He raises a finger to the split, but then shrugs it off. “It is not important.”
He continues to wipe my face. “What is important is that you are here. And somewhat unharmed.” At that last statement, he exaggerates a grimace, but a smile hides underneath it. I smile as much as I can, so happy to be with him again.
And the world inside my head spreads to the space in my chest. It fills with warmth and sunshine.
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.