Narnia ficlets: Cair Paravel and at peace
Dec. 17th, 2008 05:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardAs I am wont to do, I am dropping fic on you before I traipse off to the depths of holiday flying hell. I wanted to be able to drop Dust 8 or Water or Voice or Tuesday, but, uh, clearly that's not happening. So! Peter and our lovely Cair Paravel.
Peter falls a little in love with Cair Paravel the moment he lays his hand on her gates and they open soundlessly beneath his fingers. Behind him, the army lets out a great sigh, but Peter's eyes are full of white walls, green grass, bright banners. He steps forward, trailing his fingers across the gates, the walls, and lets the people of Narnia pour in past him.
He knows this castle. He doesn't know how, he's never been here before, but he knows this castle. Blindfold him, tie his hands, and he could walk her halls unerringly. And not just her halls, not the ones that anyone can see, that anyone could walk, but the secret, second castle hidden inside the walls of the first, the one that no one else can see.
"Peter?" Susan asks from just behind his shoulder, and Peter turns to look at her. He doesn't take his hand away from the wall; the stones seem to sing against his palm.
"Go on in," he says, smiling. "I just want to stay out here for a little while."
"Are you sure?"
Peter looks across the broad stretch of green, green lawn, the great white columned halls, and sees the passages that run between them, like a second layer of vision on top of the first. He blinks, and they're gone. But he knows. "Yes," he says. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
Morning over Narnia.
Peter sits at the very top of Cair Paravel's highest tower, his back against the parapets, and watches the sun crest over the Great Eastern Ocean. He's been up here all night, and the hard stone has left him sore and aching. But the night is warm and the breeze off the sea is cool, and Peter is content.
Peter falls a little in love with Cair Paravel the moment he lays his hand on her gates and they open soundlessly beneath his fingers. Behind him, the army lets out a great sigh, but Peter's eyes are full of white walls, green grass, bright banners. He steps forward, trailing his fingers across the gates, the walls, and lets the people of Narnia pour in past him.
He knows this castle. He doesn't know how, he's never been here before, but he knows this castle. Blindfold him, tie his hands, and he could walk her halls unerringly. And not just her halls, not the ones that anyone can see, that anyone could walk, but the secret, second castle hidden inside the walls of the first, the one that no one else can see.
"Peter?" Susan asks from just behind his shoulder, and Peter turns to look at her. He doesn't take his hand away from the wall; the stones seem to sing against his palm.
"Go on in," he says, smiling. "I just want to stay out here for a little while."
"Are you sure?"
Peter looks across the broad stretch of green, green lawn, the great white columned halls, and sees the passages that run between them, like a second layer of vision on top of the first. He blinks, and they're gone. But he knows. "Yes," he says. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
Morning over Narnia.
Peter sits at the very top of Cair Paravel's highest tower, his back against the parapets, and watches the sun crest over the Great Eastern Ocean. He's been up here all night, and the hard stone has left him sore and aching. But the night is warm and the breeze off the sea is cool, and Peter is content.
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Date: 2008-12-17 11:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-12-18 01:58 pm (UTC)I saw this picture, and I thought you would like it.
http://pics.livejournal.com/dikela/pic/00042bs3
It really might have been Peter, mightn't it? And the time is right.
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Date: 2008-12-18 09:21 pm (UTC)