AN: A few thoughts that percolated through my brain this evening...
Disclaimer: I love the works of C.S. Lewis. I am not him and own nothing. Just an interpretation of the thoughts and feelings of his characters.
Brotherhood
The burn of the sparkling wine is comparable to that of the jealousy that rankles at me.
I down the last in my glass and survey the room. Cor and Aravis are out in space, while the Monarchs of Narnia dance and chat among the people and with Father.
I can't quite pin point the source of the perspective of this 'greenery' that grabs me.
Is it the relationship between my twin and friend? Is it the easy camaraderie between the Siblings? Its relationship envy, I am pretty sure. One that I brush off by being brash and a 'never care' attitude, all the while craving a similar relationship with someone. Do I long for closeness with my brother?
I never really grew up with him. A non-circumstantial friendship with some of the people? It is so lonely sometimes, living here at the palace. Queen Susan and the others are my friends, but they are much older—except maybe Lucy—than I. The point is that things aren't quite the same. The trips to town that my brother carries out, long walks with his good friend.
She knows my brother, my twin, better than I do. How is that even right? No, I'm not jealous of their happiness, I would not want to break them up or intrude on them.
I simply mourn the loss of a brother.