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]

[George holds her close, arms wrapped around her, right until she says those last two words. Pulling back to look at her without letting go, he frowns, confused.]

If it were allowed, I would.

[illuminescent]

If it were private, would it not be enough?

George-

[She reaches up and touches his cheek.]

I would announce you as mine to the whole world.

[curlytop]

You would marry me in secret?

[It's a possibility he's never considered. He leans into her touch.]

I know that you would. I know you would dare the displeasure of the world, my valiant queen.

[illuminescent]

Of course I would.

Would you?

[A secret marriage is by no means an easy thing, and Lucy knows it.]

[curlytop]

[George doesn't answer immediately. It's no easy decision to make. Already he hates hiding what she is to him. How much worse would it be if she were his wife?]

What would change? I've vowed to be yours already.

[It's not a no. He just wants to consider it.]

[illuminescent]

I cannot say. Perhaps-

[She already will not let anyone separate them.]

Perhaps I should not have to make such choices. To allow you to stay, or to request for you to leave. Or perhaps it would just be in name, and nothing would change.

George-

[She presses her face against his chest.]

[curlytop]

[George holds her tightly as though if he can hold her close enough none of this will matter. Perhaps nothing will change, but--]

I would marry you. I would marry you in secret or before all the world.

[illuminescent]

[She tugs on him.]

I wish to dance with you in public, I wish that everyone sees how I look at you because I am in love.

[She has so many wishes.]

[curlytop]

I wish all those things as well.

[He bends to kiss her.]

I would dance with you whenever and wherever you asked me to, my love.

[illuminescent]

Here, then.

[She kisses him. Out here it is quiet, but it doesn’t matter. They can dance here, and pretend there is music. She takes his hands and puts them right where they belong, and she tucks herself against his body.

It is a slow, smooth movement.]

Like this.

[curlytop]

[George has seen the way they dance in Narnia and Archenland, but he has never danced himself, not here. He holds her a little stiffly for a moment and then relaxes into it.]

Like this?

[It's not like the dancing where he's from, but it's still something they've never done together.]

[illuminescent]

Yes, just like this. Breathe. You are very stiff.

You know my body. You know how to do this.

[This is a very simple step, almost instinctive.]

[curlytop]

[It doesn't take long for him to get it. It's physical. It's easy.]

Aye, I know how to move with you, but I don't know how to move with you like this.

[illuminescent]

You are a warrior. This is not so difficult.

[She’s giggling, and dancing with him, and she feels like a normal girl, in love and free, for just this moment.]

[curlytop]

[He laughs, feeling for once like the boy he was when he left home.]

Aye, only I'm trying not to kill you, and that's a different set of skills.

[He takes a risk on twirling her all the same.]

[illuminescent]

I should be glad that you are nor trying to kill me.

[She spins, and between his grace and hers, it works out well enough.]

My lord, my love.

[She's giggling, now.]

[curlytop]

[When she's back in his arms he kisses her forehead.]

Yes, mo chridhe?

[She's happy, and it does make his heart lighter to see it.]

[illuminescent]

I am in deep with you.

[She smiles up at him.]

I have yet to find the base of this love.

[curlytop]

Perhaps there is no base to it.

[He holds her close, more like the dancing he's used to from home than what he's seen in Narnia.]

[illuminescent]

[This is a strange way to dance, but Lucy does it anyway, letting him lead. She dances as the stars seem to shine brighter.]

I should like to think that.

I think you should, too. That way I will allow you to get away with any mischief.

[curlytop]

[George laughs.]

I think you mean that I will allow you to, and you know that isn't true, majesty.

[illuminescent]

What manner of mischief might I be able to get up to, sir?

[She's giggling, now.]

I am a bastion of goodness!

[curlytop]

Aye, but you can be good and mischievous at once. You seem to be especially good at it.

[He spins her again, just because she's giggling already.]

[illuminescent]

What mischief have I done to you?

[She laughs and laughs, and her skirt flutters.]

I have been nothing but sincere!

[curlytop]

You made me fall in love with you. But maybe that's more witchcraft than mischief.

[He pulls her back to him and kisses her cheek.]