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narnia au;

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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And I love you.

[He holds Lucy a little tighter. Nothing's changed, not substantively, nothing but that terrifying hope.]

If you're sure? There's no rush if you want to...take some time.

[They should go back, he knows. The longer they stay away, the harder it will be when they do go back.]

[She holds still in his arms.]

I miss home.

I fear there is a reason I do not travel near to half so much as my brother.

[Narnia is more a part of Lucy's soul than any of them. Susan favors Cair Paravel, it's true, but that is not how Lucy is.]

[He kisses the top of her head and rests his cheek against it.]

My gran used to say that her soul was in the highlands. I think Narnia's like that for you, isn't it?

{He holds her a moment longer before relaxing his arms, leaning back a little to look at her.]

We can leave this morning.

Yes.

[She gets closer to him, her arms around his waist, her head on his chest. He is so comfortable, familiar.

But he is right, too. There is a part of her that is missing.]

I am pleased you understand.

[George isn't sure he could deny her anything, certainly not anything like this, that he can give so easily.]

Aye, I do.

[He kisses her forehead, but he's content to hold her as long as she wants.]

Your brothers...you think they'll understand?

That we are married?

[She looks down a little.]

Perhaps.

[Not the most reassuring answer.]

Why we did it, I mean. Even though...

[Even though it wasn't real, even if it felt real for a few days.]

Oh.

[She presses his hand against her cheek.]

It does not matter. They will either accept it, or they will not, but it will not change anything. I do not regret marrying you.