Susan Pevensie (glasswater) wrote in the100, @ 2015-09-01 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network post, bellamy blake, susan pevensie, wade wilson / deadpool (616) |
Might I suggest we use bits and pieces of the wood available to create surveillance screens in what trees are left to us.
[PRIVATE]
My dearest Lucy,
How is it that, with a mere stroke of the pen, I conjure your knowing face? When I, clutching my bowstring and sighting down the length of an arrow, caught myself a wolf by the ruff I thought of that terrible night in which we watched Jadis sacrifice Aslan for Edmund, for her own gains, for the ridicule and entertainment of the hordes upon the stone table. I remember the glinting eyes of the wolves. I remember their mournful howls and the way each and every one pierced my heart.
Then I remember crossing the river, I remember feeling the ice crack beneath our boots and I recall the teeth which snapped at your heels in Aslan's camp. I remember wolves and war. And I remember when you, given your cordial, were meant to stay back behind the line. I remember that mad twinkle in the old man's eye when he named you Healer. You were called even then, were you not? You were set apart from the lot of us for your faith and yes, that was what Aslan recognised when he named you valiant.
But the wolves, Lucy. I had given myself to the understanding that this world was not as absolutist as our world when I stared at my own mortality. I knew that I could simply snap my fingers and the river might swallow me whole if I was to be forever sundered from Aslan's gaze. Wolf teeth, then, would be a kindness, would it not? Wolves in the place of lions.
Lucy, I had my mind set in knowing that Aslan did not love me. For it was into you, into Edmund and into Peter he poured his affection and his own special faith. I am still not convinced that Aslan loves me. I am not convinced that I love myself - or that I am quite deserving of love, in fact - but to that end, I suppose the only thing that will answer me is time.
Time and more arrows.
Your sister,
Susan