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Narnia: Promises
Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: Caspian/Eustace
Warnings: Eustace POV, sap
Rating: G
Summary: Caspian lived his whole life out without Eustace, like a broken promise.
I couldn't believe it when the fact was confirmed. The man I had seen, so fragile, as if he had never lifted a hand in his life, as if holding up even a light sword in battle would have tired him out completely, was Caspian, who had once been stronger than most other boys I'd known. I'd aged a few months, and Caspian... had lived out his whole life without me.
I remembered a certain day on the Dawn Treader. Caspian and I were sat alone - Lucy was looking over the side of the ship, gazing down into the water, and Edmund was talking to some of the sailors who weren't on duty. We were close to the world's edge then and it showed in Caspian. His expression was strange, eager and almost wild. All of us looked like that. Even I did. As much as I complained, by the end of that journey I was desperate to see the end of the world. I wanted to go there, beyond the sun, to Aslan's country... all of us did. Caspian, perhaps, more than anyone but Reepicheep.
Looking back, I wince at how awfully I thought of Caspian and the others at the start of that voyage. But by that time, I'd made friends with them all, and there was no greater, closer friend than Caspian.
That day on the deck of the Dawn Treader, we were quiet. There didn't seem to be any need to speak. There were no other members of the crew near us, just us, standing shoulder to shoulder with our backs against the side of the ship.
"The nearer the edge of the world we get, the nicer you get," he said, quietly, out of the blue.
"You think so?" I asked, flushing a little, but really, I was glad he had noticed.
He took a long, deep, slightly unsteady breath, and turned to look at me. "The more beautiful everything gets, too," he whispered, and I knew he was talking about me, more than anyone or anything else. He kissed me. It was just one kiss, one moment that would never come again, but it said everything. It promised years of love, forever-friendship, and everything else.
It felt like that promise had been broken when I saw him as an old man, trembling in the cold wind, far too fragile.The best friend I ever had, almost more than that, but after just a few months of my old life, in my own world, I lost the Caspian I loved, so it seemed, forever.
Pairing: Caspian/Eustace
Warnings: Eustace POV, sap
Rating: G
Summary: Caspian lived his whole life out without Eustace, like a broken promise.
I couldn't believe it when the fact was confirmed. The man I had seen, so fragile, as if he had never lifted a hand in his life, as if holding up even a light sword in battle would have tired him out completely, was Caspian, who had once been stronger than most other boys I'd known. I'd aged a few months, and Caspian... had lived out his whole life without me.
I remembered a certain day on the Dawn Treader. Caspian and I were sat alone - Lucy was looking over the side of the ship, gazing down into the water, and Edmund was talking to some of the sailors who weren't on duty. We were close to the world's edge then and it showed in Caspian. His expression was strange, eager and almost wild. All of us looked like that. Even I did. As much as I complained, by the end of that journey I was desperate to see the end of the world. I wanted to go there, beyond the sun, to Aslan's country... all of us did. Caspian, perhaps, more than anyone but Reepicheep.
Looking back, I wince at how awfully I thought of Caspian and the others at the start of that voyage. But by that time, I'd made friends with them all, and there was no greater, closer friend than Caspian.
That day on the deck of the Dawn Treader, we were quiet. There didn't seem to be any need to speak. There were no other members of the crew near us, just us, standing shoulder to shoulder with our backs against the side of the ship.
"The nearer the edge of the world we get, the nicer you get," he said, quietly, out of the blue.
"You think so?" I asked, flushing a little, but really, I was glad he had noticed.
He took a long, deep, slightly unsteady breath, and turned to look at me. "The more beautiful everything gets, too," he whispered, and I knew he was talking about me, more than anyone or anything else. He kissed me. It was just one kiss, one moment that would never come again, but it said everything. It promised years of love, forever-friendship, and everything else.
It felt like that promise had been broken when I saw him as an old man, trembling in the cold wind, far too fragile.The best friend I ever had, almost more than that, but after just a few months of my old life, in my own world, I lost the Caspian I loved, so it seemed, forever.