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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[illuminescent]

She laughs a little, and takes him by the hand again. “Well, then, what manner of fun should you like? I think I owe you a favor, sir.”

She means for him coming here, taking her time from others, for teasing her and laughing with her and dancing with her.

He did not have to. But he did it.

[high_warlock]

"You owe me nothing. I owe you for a beautiful night."

Magnus is gracious, sometimes to a fault, but he won't let Lucy think that he's done anything but enjoy himself tonight. He has. Even if he stumbled over that kiss, the whole evening has been near perfect.

"Show me something beautiful. Your favorite place, if it's near."

[illuminescent]

Something beautiful.

She takes him and slips him out the side door, and then they’re going through the castle, down the sides and through the gardens, until suddenly they’re at the beach. The water is to but blue and clear, and the sand is fine and soft.

She leaves her slippers. “Here. We are going to the end of the beach.”

It isn’t terribly long, but it’s long enough. She takes his hand. “From there I will show you the best thing in all the world.”

[high_warlock]

There's a giddy sense of adventure building inside of him as they pass through the halls and exterior of the castle, the moon and stars lighting their paths. He ditches his shoes as well -- though they're not slippers and take a minute to untie -- and follows her, hand in hers.

"All of this world or all of them?"

[illuminescent]

“You will make me show my bias,” she tells him.

The sand is getting caught in her skirts but she doesn’t care. Everyone who knows Lucy, who has ever spent more than five minutes with her knows that her skirts get messy and her dresses get muddy, and it never matters.

She doesn’t have a single regret.

At the end of the beach is an arcing rock, that goes well over the ocean. She ties her skirt up into her bodice, and starts climbing up. At the top they can look right into the crystalline water, and even in the dark the moon and starlight shine down and show right to the bottom.

Down there there are ripples of blue and green light. Lucy takes a pebble. “Here. When you throw a pebble, and give the ocean a bit of Narnia, the ocean will tell you a secret.”