narnia: good enough

Under the cut is my original draft of my yuletide fic, before I scrapped it totally and started again. This one was what I wrote as I worked out what this fic was going to be, so I scrapped it because I accidently wrote it in my Black-family style, as opposed to a Narnia style.

( Good Enough )

narnia: small spaces

Narnia Fic.
For 15minuteficlets

Lucy held the glass in her hand, carefully looking at the shape. Years of Royal Affairs had crafted her hand to sleek lines and beautiful curves. One's butler would offer a glass from a tray, and one would lift and sip. One would be beautiful. Not as beautiful as Susan, for she was known for her beauty, but certainly desirable.

The years and wrinkles fell away from Lucy's hands in seconds, and suddenly the glasses she drank from were tumblers and tins. No longer were her glasses hand-crafted gifts from foreign rulers, charming and aiming to please. Instead Lucy's small hands grasped glasses too large and cumbersome for her.

Nothing fit when they returned from Narnia. Lucy's clothes were the size her body required, but her heart desired the precious silks she wore draped like saris. Her bed was small, a child's bed into which she fit snug; but she fell out of it as her head expected expanses of willingly given duck feathers.

Her hands were too small to grasp the power she was used to wielding. She was so small, and weak and defenceless. She was everything she had grown out of, and had to grow out of again.