Title: Three-fold Utopian Dream
Author: M Kari (meinterrupted@livejournal.com)
Summary: England isn't quite the same, after.
Rating: Adult General
Pairing: Lucy/multiple OMCs, Lucy/Tumnus
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 285
Notes: For 2weeks3days, for the prompt "Five things Lucy remembers about Narnia." Unbeta'd, even though I know I shouldn't. Title and cut-tag are from "I Miss You" by Incubus. You can request prompts here or here. Comments are love.
I know I'll see you again, Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.
1. Eyes
Their eyes are never quite as expressive back in England. What Tumnus could tell her with a simple tilt of his head, these boys take ten minutes of verbal fumbling. She smiles, feigning interest in the men who court her, but secretly dreams of gentle brown eyes silently watching her.
2. Fingers
Thomas' fingers are always cold. They feel like five blocks of ice in her palm, twitching nervously. She pulls her hand away, folding it demurely in her lap and remembers the sensation of Tumnus' fingers on her skin, stroking her arms, her legs, her stomach.
3. Tongue
Clumsy kisses in the back of the theatre leave her feeling cold and empty. Kent's tongue is like a fat, wet snake in her mouth, probing her throat and making her gag. She ducks her head, closing her eyes and remembering how one chaste kiss from Tumnus would light her body on fire.
4. Voice
Walter whispers to her as he caresses her thigh through her flannel skirt. His voice dips low, then cracks, and she has to stifle a giggle. He's so young, barely able to drive his father's auto, and to keep her from laughing, she remembers the lilting tunes Tumnus would sing to her in the meadows of Narnia.
5. Love
When Alan whispers I love you to her the first time, she can't respond. She wants to shake him, to explain that he can't possibly understand love the way she does. Aslan had bestowed upon his country the purest and most beautiful form of love, and she's already given all she has to give.
She remembers the first time she told Tumnus that she loved him, and starts to cry.
Author: M Kari (meinterrupted@livejournal.com)
Summary: England isn't quite the same, after.
Rating: Adult General
Pairing: Lucy/multiple OMCs, Lucy/Tumnus
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 285
Notes: For 2weeks3days, for the prompt "Five things Lucy remembers about Narnia." Unbeta'd, even though I know I shouldn't. Title and cut-tag are from "I Miss You" by Incubus. You can request prompts here or here. Comments are love.
I know I'll see you again, Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.
Their eyes are never quite as expressive back in England. What Tumnus could tell her with a simple tilt of his head, these boys take ten minutes of verbal fumbling. She smiles, feigning interest in the men who court her, but secretly dreams of gentle brown eyes silently watching her.
Thomas' fingers are always cold. They feel like five blocks of ice in her palm, twitching nervously. She pulls her hand away, folding it demurely in her lap and remembers the sensation of Tumnus' fingers on her skin, stroking her arms, her legs, her stomach.
Clumsy kisses in the back of the theatre leave her feeling cold and empty. Kent's tongue is like a fat, wet snake in her mouth, probing her throat and making her gag. She ducks her head, closing her eyes and remembering how one chaste kiss from Tumnus would light her body on fire.
Walter whispers to her as he caresses her thigh through her flannel skirt. His voice dips low, then cracks, and she has to stifle a giggle. He's so young, barely able to drive his father's auto, and to keep her from laughing, she remembers the lilting tunes Tumnus would sing to her in the meadows of Narnia.
When Alan whispers I love you to her the first time, she can't respond. She wants to shake him, to explain that he can't possibly understand love the way she does. Aslan had bestowed upon his country the purest and most beautiful form of love, and she's already given all she has to give.
She remembers the first time she told Tumnus that she loved him, and starts to cry.
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