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Entry tags:
Narnia: Drag
Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: Aravis/Lasaraleen
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Lasaraleen tries to cheer Aravis up. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
"Why, Tarkheena Serra is looking quite lovely tonight," Lasaraleen whispers, elbowing Aravis. When Aravis doesn't respond she reaches out, taking Aravis' hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "Oh, do cheer up, Aravis, do. I don't know what to do when people get all sulky."
"My brother is dead, Las, I think I have a reason to -- "
"Oh, yes, Aravis, I'm so sorry." Lasaraleen bites her lip, but doesn't berate herself too much for the slip. Instead, she carefully puts an arm around Aravis -- careful not to crease either of their frocks, of course. She bites her lip harder for a moment, searching for something to say to make her friend cheer up a little. "Still, he would want to see you smile."
"He would, wouldn't he?" Aravis murmurs softly, and then looks up, forcing a smile despite the heaviness of her heart. Lasaraleen smiles more brightly.
"That's lovely, dear. Now, just look. Don't you think Serra is just looking ravishing?"
Aravis has to laugh at her friend's preoccupation. "Yes, she's beautiful, Las, but I still like your dress better."
Lasaraleen squeezes Aravis' hand. "Oh, I knew you'd think so. Thank you, Aravis."
Aravis nods and tries to hold onto her smile. The evening drags on -- and on -- and on.
Pairing: Aravis/Lasaraleen
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Lasaraleen tries to cheer Aravis up. For
over_look."Why, Tarkheena Serra is looking quite lovely tonight," Lasaraleen whispers, elbowing Aravis. When Aravis doesn't respond she reaches out, taking Aravis' hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "Oh, do cheer up, Aravis, do. I don't know what to do when people get all sulky."
"My brother is dead, Las, I think I have a reason to -- "
"Oh, yes, Aravis, I'm so sorry." Lasaraleen bites her lip, but doesn't berate herself too much for the slip. Instead, she carefully puts an arm around Aravis -- careful not to crease either of their frocks, of course. She bites her lip harder for a moment, searching for something to say to make her friend cheer up a little. "Still, he would want to see you smile."
"He would, wouldn't he?" Aravis murmurs softly, and then looks up, forcing a smile despite the heaviness of her heart. Lasaraleen smiles more brightly.
"That's lovely, dear. Now, just look. Don't you think Serra is just looking ravishing?"
Aravis has to laugh at her friend's preoccupation. "Yes, she's beautiful, Las, but I still like your dress better."
Lasaraleen squeezes Aravis' hand. "Oh, I knew you'd think so. Thank you, Aravis."
Aravis nods and tries to hold onto her smile. The evening drags on -- and on -- and on.