can't remember to forget you [lipstick and lions]

[calledmegentle]

She doesn't let them have time alone together, usually. Always makes sure there's some sort of crowd nearby-- her family or the Friends or the people attending the party she's dragged him off to.

Because if she's with him, then the memories she tries to keep buried fight all the more harder to remember, and when she's alone with him, things get even worse.

But she can't stop it. There are simply moments when they can't help but end up alone together-- like this one here, with the two of them almost touching hands as he walks her home. The moonlight makes the park they're cutting through look almost like another world, and she can't be angry, at this moment. Can't not let the love she still feels-- towards the man at her side, towards the land they've both left behind, even towards the Lion that brought them here-- bubble forth.

Her hand lifts to touch his elbow softly,"Caspian. Can we stop a moment?"

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[adexuate]

The flinch can't be helped. Even in this world, where it was so much harder to hear the fall of padded feet and the rustle of a mane in the wind, the blasphemous malediction stung deep. The fact she was so lost to this hurt perhaps stung even worse.

His hand can't let go of hers. His hope can't let him turn away.

"Your time there was only grief?"

[calledmegentle]

"It's been tainted with it, now that we're forbidden from returning."

Which isn't quite the same thing, she'll eventually admit. It doesn't change the fact that it still hurts.

[adexuate]

Exhaling comes slowly. It takes a moment to recover, to pull himself back up from the roughness of the moment previous.

"For now." His other hand finds the one of hers he's already holding. His entire being folds slightly in the need to press her fingers briefly to his forehead. "But I-- cannot believe that those who love you would want you only to remember them with anger and hurt."

[calledmegentle]

It's one of those things that she'd not thought about for the pain of things. It's one of those things she can't help but think about now, when he's offering her the soft reminder and his touch brings to mind the fact that there's at least one-- and really, four-- people here she had loved there and hadn't left behind.

Her breath comes out shaky as she squeezes his hand tentatively, her own shoulders slumping.

"...No. I suppose that's-- quite true."

[adexuate]

He's not certain what it is, but something in her words sets his heart calm again. There's something like acceptance in them. Something like understanding.

It doesn't matter, perhaps, if he understands or not. It only matters that she's not holding herself so tightly.

"I'm sorry if it isn't enough."

[calledmegentle]

"It isn't quite, yet."

But-- and she's surprised at the fact that there is a but. That the ache has eased just enough for her to allow there to be.

"But... Perhaps someday."

Perhaps someday it will be enough to get her speaking the name of the land she left behind. Will get her forgiving the Lion that had made her doing the leaving.

Will have her heart finally completely at peace.

[adexuate]

It's only a someday. It's only a perhaps. It still lightens his heart immeasurably, somehow, to know she's let even the spark of possibility into her heart.

He can't quite smile. He can only duck his head again, hands squeezing hers tight, and brush an entirely careful kiss against her knuckles.

"Then we'll wait."

He would wait. He suspected her siblings, for all their hurt and quiet, had already been waiting. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that those left behind in Narnia would wait.

[calledmegentle]

Her other hand lifts, touches his cheek briefly, carefully.

"...Thank you."

For waiting. For hoping. For believing in her as she had in him a lifetime and a world ago.

[adexuate]

The piece of him which can't help but be a young man in love would wait a thousand lifetimes to feel again her fingers brush against his cheek, just like that. The heart of him which can't help but be a king, no matter how far off from his kingdom, would hope until every world had been lost for the happiness of this lost queen.

"It is nothing but my fondest pleasure, Susan."

[calledmegentle]

"I can't imagine that's true," she says with a bemused shake of her head.

How can helping someone who had fought against it so be a pleasure, after all?

"But it's kind of you to say, and kinder still for you to do."

[adexuate]

"You can't imagine the comfort and joy hope gives me, then."

Because even when he didn't understand--even when she was laughing with that sharp twist on the laugh he loved so dearly, thousands of miles away in her eyes and scores of bodies between them--she gave him hope. She always had.

[calledmegentle]

"It is a good thing to have," she assures him, squeezing his hand again gently, "I wish I were so lucky as to possess it the way you do."

Because her hope is so, so very quiet now, if it exists still at all.

[adexuate]

His smile is entirely faint; the squeeze of her fingers in response is light. It's got to be a careful thing, still, no matter how much they've now stumbled forward.

"You may yet, Susan."

[calledmegentle]

"Perhaps," she says softly.

She almost, almost hopes so.

[adexuate]

It's enough. It's got to be enough for now.

So he'll simply lean back and let it breathe between them for a bit. Lift his gaze to the sky and enjoy the dim stars he can see.

"Let... me know when you want to go home."

[calledmegentle]

"Not just yet," she says, her own gaze lifting briefly to the stars, "It's... much nicer here."

[adexuate]

"...it is."

Mostly because it was more like Narnia, true. Partly because it was more time with her.

Certainly because there was little that trees and stars didn't make better.

[calledmegentle]

There was. All this time away from home hadn't changed that. All this time denying the truth of who she was couldn't make it any less so.

Sitting here, at his side and beneath the trees and stars, she almost feels Gentle again.