narnia au;

[illuminescent]

how did you get here? through a wardrobe, or through death, or maybe a portal gone terribly astray. a ring. the roar of a lion. in the bottom of a cup. because you were looking for something, or missing something. no matter how you got there, this is where you belong.

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[curlytop]

[He holds her tighter, burying his face in the crook of her neck a moment.]

But you didn't. You won, and now you keep me.

[illuminescent]

[She presses a kiss to his cheek.]

You may set me down now.

[She wants to take his hand.]

[curlytop]

[He gives a soft laugh and sets her on her feet.]

Yes, majesty.

Do you feel any better?

[illuminescent]

Certainly more myself.

[She's even smiling, now.]

But you. Do you?

[curlytop]

I feel calmer.

[There are things he's not hopeful about, but he's not going to focus on them right now.]

Do you want to walk more?

[illuminescent]

I wish to hold your hand more.

And kiss you if you should let me.

And not return to the world again, not yet.

[curlytop]

[He smiles, then, and touches her cheek.]

Then let's walk and hold hands and kiss, my queen.

[illuminescent]

[Like they are normal lovers. As though this isn't a secret, as if they could do this in a town square, and just be two people, two young lovers together.

Lucy knows it's not possible. But it's nice to imagine, a little.]

Perhaps I will take you with me somewhere where no one knows what I look like, and we can be together as any pair could.

[curlytop]

[George smiles faintly and takes her hand.]

Where can you go that they don't know your face, majesty?

[illuminescent]

Telmar.

[She presses against him, and her hand tightens against his.]

We could go to Telmar and-

-be normal. For just a time.

[curlytop]

[Not for the first time, George thinks about what it would be like if they'd met in his world. If he could take Lucy out to see a film or go to the pub or just have dinner with his family. Or hers.]

I will follow you anywhere in this world or any other, majesty.

[He brushes her cheek with his free hand.]

But I don't know that we could ever be normal.

[illuminescent]

I know you would.

[She says and it means a lot that he would say that, that he would mean it. She wraps her arms around his waist, and her ear is against his heart.]

No.

I do not think we will ever be normal.

[curlytop]

[George holds her close against him and huffs out a laugh.]

You know, before I left home, all I wanted was to be something more than just ordinary. Now, I wish I could be ordinary again.

[illuminescent]

What would we do, if we were ordinary?

[Lucy knows here, in Narnia; they would marry, simply. They would have a life together. They would have children together.

But she wants to know what George would say.]

[curlytop]

In my home?

[He pauses a moment. It's difficult to think about home sometimes. He wouldn't go back, if given the chance--not without Lucy, and he knows she wouldn't leave her kingdom behind. But he still misses it.]

We'd have met at school. Or maybe university, if we were both ordinary. And I'd take you out sometimes. We'd go see...a play. Or a concert. We could hold hands and kiss and no one would care or even notice mostly.

We'd get married, and have kids, and...all that.

[illuminescent]

Yes?

You would be a fierce father.

[She doesn't move away from him.]

If we were ordinary here, we would have a little house. I would be able to cook and clean. We would have a small, simple wedding, and I would wear flowers.

And we would have children.

[curlytop]

Aye. Just so.

[He smiles a little to think of it. Not so different from his home. Just a question of what the house looks like.]

You'd be such a good mum.

At home I was a shepherd. I could do that here just as well.

[illuminescent]

Yes.

[She says it, and she tugs him to sit down, so she can sit in his lap. They're against a tree, secluded, and her skirts cover his legs.]

But we cannot have that. So here we are.

[curlytop]

[He holds her close against his chest, his legs crossed underneath them both.]

Aye, here we are. Two people who love each other and spend every day together.

[illuminescent]

[Her smile is wide, suddenly. And she's laughing.]

Are you telling me, my good sir, my most loyal guard, that your queen is feeling sorry for herself?

[curlytop]

[He smiles as well, warm, if a little melancholy.]

I am telling you, my queen, that I love you, and that we are together. Whatever else we might wish for...that's enough.

[illuminescent]

[She gets up on her knees, and kisses him, straddling his lap.]

Yes.

Yes, I know.

[She presses her forehead against his.]

Do you wish-

-we could, here.

[She's so clear.]

[curlytop]

[He's relatively certain he understands what she's asking, but he does want to be sure.]

Do I wish what, majesty?

[Also, he maybe likes to see her blush.]

[illuminescent]

[She is turning red.]

We can. Ah.

[She kisses him again, and presses one hand between his legs.]

[curlytop]

Ohhh.

[His hips roll up into her touch automatically, and he kisses her back eagerly.]

Here under the trees, majesty?