Disclaimer: I don't own any thing Narnia. Although I wish I owned Josh Groban. Oh well. One may dream…
Laughter bubbled out of Susan Pevensie as she placed her white gloved hand on the shoulder of a tall strapping young man whose "Roman hands" were wrapped around the uncaring Miss Pevensie's waist. "You are wicked to imply such things, Mr. Dorcet!" She giggled at her escort's words and the suggestion that he make her breakfast one day soon. Her every touch disguised longing for her companion. Any thought of what her mother would have said about the situation were Helen Pevensie alive, was lost to the woman who was known by countless many as Gentle.
She was too absorbed in the handsome Mr. Dorcet to even notice a cat of pure white with golden eyes filled with the loving warmth of countless suns watching her every move.
I
know you're gone
I watched you leave
I always thought
That
it was me
You made it clear
With that last kiss
You
couldn't live a life
With maybe's and whatif's
As in Narnia, Susan looked stunning. Her red and white dress, though more revealing that what was necessary, complimented her natural color and beauty. It pained Him greatly that she hid so much of her beauty with red lipstick and subtle eyeliner when so much came natural. In His mind's eye, He could not help but recall her pale down cast features after He told her and her brother that they were too old to enter Narnia. Although He assured her that "once a king or queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen", her eyes shined with tears of one betrayed.
It was not in her character to outwardly show her wounds and so she had leaned over Him. Tenderly she buried her fair face into His mane, much like she did at the stone table but this time her small tears were of sorrow, not of joy. Before she stood up, she pressed her lips to His forehead lightly.
He knew then that Susan would be traveling a different path than her siblings to reach her end.
When
every town looks just the same
When every choice gets hard to
make
When every map is put away
Then I'll be bringing you
back
Home to stay
Like a child set off to find herself, He knew He could wait, ever watching until she was ready. Ready to come home.
Reach
out to me
Call out my name
And I would bring you back again
Today
A/n: I blame my roomie for the random Josh Groban song fic spree both of us went on. I always loved this song and I honestly think Aslan would not have abandoned Susan but I also think that he would realize that she would have to make her own decisions. Oh well. Back to studying for finals. Boo.