Welcome to the first chapter of The Gentle and The Telmarine
Rating: Mature.
Warnings: Lots and lots of cliché situations, lots of sexual tension, and lots of lemon. You have been warned, people.
These books have been my childhood, and now that I am older, I want to read more of them - in different ways. So one day this idea popped into my head, and I thought - why not? This will be the first fanfiction I publish on this website, and I am looking forward to you reactions and inputs! So please, feel free to leave a Review, and Follow or Favourite the story, it will be much appreciated :) And please bear in mind, that this is solely for fun; sometimes one just needs a little diversion from all the seriousness of real life.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own any form of rights to The Chronicles of Narnia - they have been written forty years before I was born, and Mr. Clive Staples hasn't thought to leave me any rights in his will. Shame. However this particular storyline is MINE, and while getting inspired is wonderful and a compliment, stealing is simply not classy. And what is life without class?
Lots of Love,
Lily
1. Prologue/Chapter 1
„I simply cannot believe you!"
Lucy Pevensie's yelling voice was met with three cringing boys and a very unnerved sister.
„Please, Lucy, would you calm down? The neighbours will think that something is wrong." Susan Pevensie straightened her fashionable blue dress, as she reached behind her aggravated sister for her hat. "And don't stand so defensively, we are not in a boxing ring."
Lucy seemed to burst with frustration as she snapped the hat out of Susan's grasp and threw it behind her, forcing their cousin Eustace to duck his head. "Don't change the subject, Susan! Tell me, how can you just forget about everything?"
Susan sighed as she looked to where her hat had found its demise. Her siblings and cousin had decided that they needed to meet at their family home in London, to discuss the weeks spent apart. Susan had just recently returned from America with their parents, and Peter was back from his tutoring with the Professor. But as soon as tea had been served and the parents dismissed, Lucy and Edmund had started to recount their most recent story from Narnia, about the Dawn Treader, and how Eustace had joined them through the painting...
"Lucy, we can't all live in the past. It isn't my life anymore."
"But why? One day we may be able to-"
"No." Without turning to face the others, Susan clenched her jaw. "You know we won't return. And I for one am tired of looking back. Don't you see? I'm tired. I can't keep living like this!" She faced her family once again, a weary look on her face. "We aren't children anymore Lucy! We have to move on and live our lives in this world, where we belong."
Lucy seemed to choke on air, as she attempted to prove her point. "But we aren't just children-"
Eustace, with his snotty tone of voice, which he didn't seem to have lost while breathing the Narnian air, interrupted her idly: "Well, I for one am very much a normal child, thank you."
Lucy shot him a glare before continuing. "We are the Kings and Queens of Old! We have lived there and we have ruled; they are our people! How can you pretend it never happened?"
"You say it yourself, Lu, the Kings and Queens of Old. Our time is up! We aren't going there anymore, our timeline works differently, everyone we knew is probably dead by now, not only Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers, but Reepicheep and Trumpkin and...and..."
Susan could see both her brothers aching to say something, but they didn't get the chance as Lucy's much softer voice announced: "I can't forget our life there."
Susan sighed. "Seemingly none of you can. But are you happy that way? You have stopped to live! We aren't warriors anymore, we aren't royals either. And I'm the only one who seems to have accepted that!" Something clenching deep within her chest belied her words, making it suddenly hard to breathe. Peter took a subtle step closer to her, and Susan couldn't face his knowing eyes. Peter had always known. He was her big brother after all, always trying to help and protect.
Lucy stomped her foot very uncharacteristically. "How can we not be what we need to, in order to be whole? How can we be expected to come and go, with no regards to our feelings and needs?"
Susan couldn't argue that point, and once she managed to calm herself, answered: "We don't seem to have a choice."
It was silent in the Pevensie's living room; only the clock could be heard ticking. Susan didn't look up to see her family's faces, for she knew what they thought. None of them was happy. None of them was themselves. They had thought it would be right, that it all would be good. But they had overestimated the closure from their last visit.
"I think we should all take a deep breath," Peter announced suddenly, and made his way over to the window. Susan had found it to be stuck at times, but Peter had no problems opening it.
A cold wind immediately blew into the room, making everyone shiver.
"I thought it was going to be a nice summer day," Eustace complained as he pulled his light jumper tighter around himself.
Susan furrowed her brows as the wind became stronger and stronger, actually making her stumble a few steps.
"What is going on?"
"Peter! Close the window!"
"Is that a storm?! A tornado in London?!"
A loud rumble was heard.
"Edmund get off of me!"
"I would, if I could, wouldn't I?!"
"By Aslan, I can't see!"
Susan closed her eyes against the breathtaking wind and tried to take a hold of the next best thing, but her body was thrown backwards and suddenly she felt like she was flying, thrown around by the airstream and then, eyes still closed against the harsh wind, she could suddenly hear raindrops falling on leaves. Hadn't it been sunny in London, just a few seconds ago?