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 thinks she was allowed to choose. She thinks she chose him.

She's not sorry.

She kisses him on the mouth, then.]

Will you take me to bed?

[curlytop]

Yes, mo chridhe.

[He holds her a moment longer, forehead pressed to hers, and then stands, lifting her as he does. Unless she prefers to walk, he intends to carry her.]

[illuminescent]

[He lets her carry him; the rest of the guard, highly attuned to their remaining queen, is keeping a distant eye on them. But no one would stop George from carrying her, from holding her as she starts to cry, very gently, her hands clasping behind his neck and her mouth pressing to his chest.

Finally.

She feels like she has been a stone, too hard.]

Oh.

George, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.

[curlytop]

Hush, love.

[George settles onto the bed with Lucy in his lap.]

You've nothing to apologize for.

[illuminescent]

You deserve better.

[Were they foolish?]

I would not have left you. For all the stars in the sky, I would not. You know that, right? If they asked me to go with them, I would not have done, if it meant leaving you alone.

[curlytop]

I know. I know, m'eudail.

[He's glad they didn't ask. If she'd stayed for him and lost her family for it, he could never forgive himself.]

You're upset, and you've every right to be.

[illuminescent]

But I do not wish to be so upset as to have you think-

[She curls up so close to him.]

-I never wish you to think that I do not love you more than anything. More than my duty, for all I fear that.

[curlytop]

[George holds her tightly, laying his cheek against her hair.]

I wouldn't expect you to abandon your family for me. Or me for your family. I'm glad you didn't have to choose between us.

[illuminescent]

Can you love me?

[She asks him quietly, reaching up for him.]

Gently?

[curlytop]

Yes. Of course.

[He bends for her like he couldn't possibly resist her reach and kisses her, gently, cupping her face in one hand, laying her back against the bed.]

[illuminescent]

[She moves back against the bed, catching her heels in the sheets so she can work her way up, so she can tug the little bit of her nightdress away. This is what she wants; she wants him to love her, she wants to reaffirm connection to something. To her husband.

She's still here, but so is he.]

George-

[She whispers it, her voice soft. There's finally a smile on her face.]

Come here, love.

[curlytop]

[He watches her lift her nightdress, and there's something so normal about it that the tightness in his chest loosens a little. She's still here and so is he.

Her smile sparks one on his face, and he moves to hold himself over her, bending to kiss her, softly, almost awed that he can still do this.]

I'm here, Lucy. I'll always be here for you.

[illuminescent]

[She leans up to reach for that kiss, her body reaching for him.]

You have all of my heart.

Always.

[She slips her legs open a little more, for him, always for him.]

Touch me a little?

[curlytop]

[He kisses her slowly, cupping her face in his hand.]mo chridhe. Always.

[He trails his hand down her body before sliding it between her legs, stroking up her thigh before teasing his fingers into her wetness.]

I love you.