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last_havenPart four of 3 Sentence Ficathon posts because I have no self control and people keep being really nice over there.
The first fill comes for a request for any fandom and any character and the prompt was "take two dozen eggs" so I filled it with Elias and Ruth from The Ancient Magus Bride. The second fill was for any fandom and any character and the prompt was "trying new things" so I used Madoka Magica and Homura.
To be honest, the third fill and fourth fills are both sequels to my other Narnia fill, but you don't need to read that one to follow along with these. The third fillwas for "Narnia, any" and the prompt was "when you lose God you can't just retrace your steps; you have to find a new door". For my fourth fill was for "any, any" and the prompt was "a letter to my childhood self".
Ruth pauses, whisk still in hand as he glances up at Elias and frowns, asking "what?"
Elias just holds up the recipe book--an ancient book as cooking books went, but compared to some of his other tomes, he had thought it'd be modern enough for a good cake recipe. "It said two dozen eggs."
Pursing his lips, Ruth leaned forward to glare at the book, not that it really did him much good, considering that it was filthy in spots and the fact that he couldn't read. "How many people is this cake supposed to be for?"
Elias flipped the book back around, read the page once more, and then reached up to scratch away a bit of caked on food from the page. "...two eggs," he declared as he cleared his throat. "Let's try two instead."
Her arm felt so strange without the familiar weight of the shield on it; she could learn to hate how disconnected, how powerless she felt without it.
But the bow, the firm weight of it in her hands, helped ground her again. Taking a breath, she pulls the magic back until it forms a string, nearly kissing her cheek before she whispers Madoka's name like a prayer and lets the attack fly.
She doesn't miss; it's almost worth it.
Narnia is not in any wardrobe or painting Susan ever checks; it's not to be found in a pair of rings, recovered from the Crash, or the Wood between Worlds with it's dried up hollows of earth.
It's not in any bottle, any sermon, any book, or any secret out-of-the-way place she can think of.
So, it's a surprise when she finds it the hand of a kind lover, an eager ear to hear her woes, and in the gentle grace of a kiss that leads her to make peace with half forgotten memories of a childhood game that was not--in truth--ever just a game.
Susan finds her way back to paradise only when she opens her heart to it.
Dear Susan,
My, how long has it been since I've thought of you, let alone been you. I'm sure this will sound very silly and very immature of me, writing a letter to you, my child self. It's not like you shall ever receive this letter, but, all the same, I find myself wanting to speak to you, to warn and encourage.
First off, cherish your siblings--yes, even when Lucy follows you everywhere, even when Edmund steals your chocolates, even when Peter bosses you about, going on about how he is the eldest. You'll never know how lonely you will find yourself, when you turn to ask Edmund a question, whisper a secret to Peter, or tell a joke to Lucy, only to find them gone and then remember that they've been that way for years.
Kiss your mother every chance and listen to everything she tells you; you're going to need to remember it all when you're young, because she won't be able to tell you about it when you get to be older, and she has so much to say. There's so much I wish I had asked her.
As for your father, don't worry--yes, he will come home to you all. Love and cherish him too because you're going to miss him, his voice, even the smell of tobacco in the evenings.
Cherish your friends as well; some will come and go, but keep Penny and Mary close to your heart because they won't abandon you, ever. And Laura, oh, enjoy your time with Laura while you can--she'll remain in your heart, always. And you will make other friends--oh, you wouldn't believe some of the friends you make, but they will be dear to you.
I do not mean to sound all doom and gloom--I promise, there will come a time that the bombings stop, that you'll get to grow up and get to chose what do with your life and no one will be able to take that from you. That last bit might sound odd to you, but as you grow, you'll understand it better and it'll be reassuring then.
You'll not be alone forever; you will have friends and acquaintances that will make it all bearable.
And yes, you will find yourself someone to grow old with. It may not be quite someone you would expect at your age, but times will not always be unkind to you two. What was not spoken of in the past is so commonplace now; my heart is warmer now because of it than I'd ever hoped. You'll know her when you meet her, I promise. Grace is going to love and care for you so much. And help you with so, so many things.
Which brings me to the last point. It's very important, Susan, so pay attention. Very shortly, you will leave for the country, to escape the bombings--I know this Professor Diggory might sound a little off putting, but he's really a very good man, if a bit rough around the edges. Mum told you all it will be an adventure and the truth is that she is right. Just keep an open mind about it--before and after. Especially after. Even if it hurts.Because if you don't
If you don't
Well, remember what I said. Oh, and don't feel bad when you can't stop checking the backs of closets and wardrobes, even if you know it only brings you grief. You're just human, Susan, and that's all you have to be--that might be the most important thing Grace has taught me.
And most of all, remember this--while little girls might pretend to be a princess, you are a queen, and always will be. Always.
With all my love and hope,
Susan
The first fill comes for a request for any fandom and any character and the prompt was "take two dozen eggs" so I filled it with Elias and Ruth from The Ancient Magus Bride. The second fill was for any fandom and any character and the prompt was "trying new things" so I used Madoka Magica and Homura.
To be honest, the third fill and fourth fills are both sequels to my other Narnia fill, but you don't need to read that one to follow along with these. The third fillwas for "Narnia, any" and the prompt was "when you lose God you can't just retrace your steps; you have to find a new door". For my fourth fill was for "any, any" and the prompt was "a letter to my childhood self".
Ruth pauses, whisk still in hand as he glances up at Elias and frowns, asking "what?"
Elias just holds up the recipe book--an ancient book as cooking books went, but compared to some of his other tomes, he had thought it'd be modern enough for a good cake recipe. "It said two dozen eggs."
Pursing his lips, Ruth leaned forward to glare at the book, not that it really did him much good, considering that it was filthy in spots and the fact that he couldn't read. "How many people is this cake supposed to be for?"
Elias flipped the book back around, read the page once more, and then reached up to scratch away a bit of caked on food from the page. "...two eggs," he declared as he cleared his throat. "Let's try two instead."
Her arm felt so strange without the familiar weight of the shield on it; she could learn to hate how disconnected, how powerless she felt without it.
But the bow, the firm weight of it in her hands, helped ground her again. Taking a breath, she pulls the magic back until it forms a string, nearly kissing her cheek before she whispers Madoka's name like a prayer and lets the attack fly.
She doesn't miss; it's almost worth it.
Narnia is not in any wardrobe or painting Susan ever checks; it's not to be found in a pair of rings, recovered from the Crash, or the Wood between Worlds with it's dried up hollows of earth.
It's not in any bottle, any sermon, any book, or any secret out-of-the-way place she can think of.
So, it's a surprise when she finds it the hand of a kind lover, an eager ear to hear her woes, and in the gentle grace of a kiss that leads her to make peace with half forgotten memories of a childhood game that was not--in truth--ever just a game.
Susan finds her way back to paradise only when she opens her heart to it.
Dear Susan,
My, how long has it been since I've thought of you, let alone been you. I'm sure this will sound very silly and very immature of me, writing a letter to you, my child self. It's not like you shall ever receive this letter, but, all the same, I find myself wanting to speak to you, to warn and encourage.
First off, cherish your siblings--yes, even when Lucy follows you everywhere, even when Edmund steals your chocolates, even when Peter bosses you about, going on about how he is the eldest. You'll never know how lonely you will find yourself, when you turn to ask Edmund a question, whisper a secret to Peter, or tell a joke to Lucy, only to find them gone and then remember that they've been that way for years.
Kiss your mother every chance and listen to everything she tells you; you're going to need to remember it all when you're young, because she won't be able to tell you about it when you get to be older, and she has so much to say. There's so much I wish I had asked her.
As for your father, don't worry--yes, he will come home to you all. Love and cherish him too because you're going to miss him, his voice, even the smell of tobacco in the evenings.
Cherish your friends as well; some will come and go, but keep Penny and Mary close to your heart because they won't abandon you, ever. And Laura, oh, enjoy your time with Laura while you can--she'll remain in your heart, always. And you will make other friends--oh, you wouldn't believe some of the friends you make, but they will be dear to you.
I do not mean to sound all doom and gloom--I promise, there will come a time that the bombings stop, that you'll get to grow up and get to chose what do with your life and no one will be able to take that from you. That last bit might sound odd to you, but as you grow, you'll understand it better and it'll be reassuring then.
You'll not be alone forever; you will have friends and acquaintances that will make it all bearable.
And yes, you will find yourself someone to grow old with. It may not be quite someone you would expect at your age, but times will not always be unkind to you two. What was not spoken of in the past is so commonplace now; my heart is warmer now because of it than I'd ever hoped. You'll know her when you meet her, I promise. Grace is going to love and care for you so much. And help you with so, so many things.
Which brings me to the last point. It's very important, Susan, so pay attention. Very shortly, you will leave for the country, to escape the bombings--I know this Professor Diggory might sound a little off putting, but he's really a very good man, if a bit rough around the edges. Mum told you all it will be an adventure and the truth is that she is right. Just keep an open mind about it--before and after. Especially after. Even if it hurts.
If you don't
Well, remember what I said. Oh, and don't feel bad when you can't stop checking the backs of closets and wardrobes, even if you know it only brings you grief. You're just human, Susan, and that's all you have to be--that might be the most important thing Grace has taught me.
And most of all, remember this--while little girls might pretend to be a princess, you are a queen, and always will be. Always.
With all my love and hope,
Susan
