Parks have always felt just a bit easier to breathe in. Yes, he loved desperately the few times they'd taken him to the shore, to see the sea of the world he had come to live in with them. But it was parks he'd come to feel the most settled in, no matter who was with him.
And usually it was a cluster of people. Usually there was a handful of Friends or a pack of people he still didn't really know but watched with fascination as they fluttered around Susan. It was always just a bit better when, somehow, he could walk quietly past trees with Peter's voice in his ears, or Edmund's arm around his shoulders, or Lucy's hand tight in his.
Or Susan's simple, overwhelming presence beside him, although that came most rarely of all.
And it never lasts long. It's almost startling that she touches his arm; that she asks to stop. "--is-- everything all right?"
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Date: 2014-02-02 02:25 pm (UTC)And usually it was a cluster of people. Usually there was a handful of Friends or a pack of people he still didn't really know but watched with fascination as they fluttered around Susan. It was always just a bit better when, somehow, he could walk quietly past trees with Peter's voice in his ears, or Edmund's arm around his shoulders, or Lucy's hand tight in his.
Or Susan's simple, overwhelming presence beside him, although that came most rarely of all.
And it never lasts long. It's almost startling that she touches his arm; that she asks to stop. "--is-- everything all right?"