Narnia fic
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rosa_cottonTitle: A Touch of Strength
Rating: G (K)
Pairing: Digory/Polly
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia, all characters, places, and related terms belong to C.S. Lewis.
Summary: Polly reflects as she, Digory, and Fledge leave the Place and the Witch.
The only noise is the beating of Fledge’s wings. Digory has not spoken since we left the Witch and the Place. I sense his sadness. His shoulders are hunched, and his head is lowered. I want to reassure him, to comfort him, to tell him how proud I am of him for refusing to listen to her. But I cannot make words come forth from my mouth.
I cringe inwardly as I recall the honey dripping from the Witch’s lips as she told Digory to take some of the fruit to give to his mother. “No one in your world need know anything…” Her voice was silk as she overrode his protests. I just stood behind Digory, silently supporting him and hoping he would make the right decision. “You needn’t take the little girl back with you, you know.”
Fire leapt in Digory’s eyes – never had I seen him in such a fit – at hearing those sweet-coated words. His head was up high as he denied heeding her words. “Where do you come into all this? Why are you so precious fond of my Mother all of a sudden?” He sounded like an adult instead of a boy.
I wanted to throw my arms around him, but instead told him to leave now. She called us fools as Fledge rose in the air and flew us away from the Place, from her. “…Remember how you threw away the chance of endless youth!” Digory did not look back, even though I know he could just hear her as could I. But I am so glad he did not heed her.
Tears form in my eyes as I wonder what doubts linger in his mind; he did the right thing – I know he did. I debate with myself for a moment and then lean my head lightly against Digory’s back so as not to disturb his thinking; it is a gesture of support and thanks for his not leaving me, even though I could have gotten back on my own. But he is aware of me, for he places one of his hands over mine which clasps his waist and gives a small squeeze.
A little smile spreads across my face.
THE END
Rating: G (K)
Pairing: Digory/Polly
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia, all characters, places, and related terms belong to C.S. Lewis.
Summary: Polly reflects as she, Digory, and Fledge leave the Place and the Witch.
The only noise is the beating of Fledge’s wings. Digory has not spoken since we left the Witch and the Place. I sense his sadness. His shoulders are hunched, and his head is lowered. I want to reassure him, to comfort him, to tell him how proud I am of him for refusing to listen to her. But I cannot make words come forth from my mouth.
I cringe inwardly as I recall the honey dripping from the Witch’s lips as she told Digory to take some of the fruit to give to his mother. “No one in your world need know anything…” Her voice was silk as she overrode his protests. I just stood behind Digory, silently supporting him and hoping he would make the right decision. “You needn’t take the little girl back with you, you know.”
Fire leapt in Digory’s eyes – never had I seen him in such a fit – at hearing those sweet-coated words. His head was up high as he denied heeding her words. “Where do you come into all this? Why are you so precious fond of my Mother all of a sudden?” He sounded like an adult instead of a boy.
I wanted to throw my arms around him, but instead told him to leave now. She called us fools as Fledge rose in the air and flew us away from the Place, from her. “…Remember how you threw away the chance of endless youth!” Digory did not look back, even though I know he could just hear her as could I. But I am so glad he did not heed her.
Tears form in my eyes as I wonder what doubts linger in his mind; he did the right thing – I know he did. I debate with myself for a moment and then lean my head lightly against Digory’s back so as not to disturb his thinking; it is a gesture of support and thanks for his not leaving me, even though I could have gotten back on my own. But he is aware of me, for he places one of his hands over mine which clasps his waist and gives a small squeeze.
A little smile spreads across my face.
THE END
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Date: 2006-10-01 02:35 am (UTC)You write some of the best Narnian fic I've seen yet.
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Date: 2006-10-04 04:34 pm (UTC)