A/N: my first Chronicles of Narnia fic. I wrote this in an attempt to get over my writer's block for another project, so it was a very spur of the moment drabble. Not sure if I like it or not, but constructive criticisms are very much welcomed!
face the wall
He watches as she lights the slim white cigarette, perched delicately between perfectly ruby lips. The smoke rises and curls in the heavy air as they sit silently, regarding one another. She takes a drag, feels her lungs burn with the poison, and chooses to forget the days when they burned with exertion and fresh Narnian air.
He watches as her lips part and she exhales slowly, more like a Dragon then a Gentle Queen. She takes another drag, and he remembers the ornate pipe he had carved for her. In another world, in another home. When they inhaled life and the Seeing herbs imported from Calormen.
The embers glow in the hazy, dull little room and again he wishes they were the embers of a dying hearth fire. Instead they burn the ashes of his sister's dying belief and he wants to weep with the loss.
The smoke is a screen between them now and she sighs as the last of the cigarette is stubbed out. All that's left is ash and smoke, and two diverging paths. All he wishes is to go back, while all she wants is to move forward.
And so they sit at this impasse, one last moment obscured by lingering memories and desires.