Author's Note: this is based on the little kiss at the very end of the movie...and It's a little drabble... For some absurd reason, I have learned to love SusanCaspian, though I still do not believe it was the correct representation of the Prince (or, rather, King). Please bear with me, but this is a mere plot bunny, that had been lingering in my mind since I stepped out of the movie house when I watched the movie.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
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She stepped away. Her hair whipping against the wind, and her dress brushing against the grass. Her fingers dug into her palms, and it stayed there until they turned red.
I could still remember the passing seconds that lingered in that moment. It fleeted above us like a little bird, taunting us to the very depths of our empty bodies-- or at least they were to become empty bodies once she took one step further away from me.
That was all it took-- one step, and she was out of my life forever.
My heart pounded, and I could feel my heart creeping down to the pits of my stomach as the moment passed from one millisecond to another.
It was then that Queen Susan, had taken the opportunity to give honor to her name, The Gentle.
She placed a soft hand on my neck, and pulled me down to a quiet kiss. It wasn't, at all, passionate, and it didn't send electricity jolting down my spine. It was a quick brush of one lip against another, and it was a passive kiss-- gentle, and meek; and an unquestionable goodbye.
She pulled away, and I pulled her back in. I buried my face in her soft curls, and took in the scent that was blissfully hers, and hers only.
"Don't leave..." I said, whispering to her ear, as my hands were around her, holding her in an embrace.
She pulled away, and smiled a crooked smile--a knowing smile. One that I thought signified that she truly did understand, and would obediently comply. It did not show any sympathy, but instead, showed determination and undefiant courage.
We stood there for a quite a while, not touching each other, and I resisted the urge to pull her back in.
The smile was still on her lips as she stared right back into my eyes. She smiled like she knew exactly what to do, like everything was going to be alight-- and right there and then, when she had given me that smile, I believed her.
But then, I was also just a young king, and young kings also had to be let down sometimes. She stepped away, and I did not understand why.
She turned around, cast a last glance toward me, and smiled that smile again. I could not completely decipher it, but that was the beauty of it. It was so knowing, so taunting, and so utterly promising; that I believed that she would never leave my side.
But she stepped out of my life, and into hers.
And it was then that I understood.
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Author's Note: Okay, that was much longer than expected, but I hope you guys liked it! :)