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Christmas fic, for fire_and_a_rose
[misc] dreamers
genarti
For Mir, who asked for Lucy/Caspian (from Narnia, of course). Not sure it's what you had in mind, but it's what came out. :) 376 words. Untitled.


Lucy watches Caspian, sometimes, as he strides across the Dawn Treader's rolling deck, or leans with Drinian over the charts they make of these uncharted waters, or practices his swordwork alone or with Edmund in his cabin that is now hers. She watches him, and sometimes when he laughs or when the muscles of his shoulders shift under his linen shirt there is a strange tight feeling in her stomach.

She has never told anyone that she has lain awake, wondering what it would be like to kiss Caspian. At school back in England, her friend Ginny once asked her, giggling, whom she fancied, and Lucy blushed and said "No one," and refused to talk about it any more. Now, she sleeps in his cabin while he shares one with Edmund and Eustace both, because there is an automatic chivalry in Narnian kings that she half appreciates and half takes for granted, and she has a quiet secret gladness because the cabin smells like him, the blankets and pillow and air.

Lucy is a queen. This is something she simply knows, without bragging or modesty, here in Narnia. She is a girl a little younger than Caspian, brown-haired, good at archery and Literature and bad at Arithmatic, and a queen.

She is not a star's daughter.

Caspian calls her "lady" and "friend" and "cousin," for as queen and king they are a sort of kin, and she sees friendship and respect in his eyes when he looks at her. But there is not the dazed wondering light there was when he gazed at Ramandu the star's daughter, and now she knows that there never will be. Because she is only Lucy, short and pigtailed and not a beauty.

She only lets herself watch him for a little while, usually, not long enough to look strange, and then she pulls herself away to go do something useful, help the sailors or keep Reepicheep company or explain something to Eustace. Because queens do not brood, or wish away a star-daughter's happiness, and she is quite sure Aslan would not want her to.

But her heart still turns over sometimes, when Caspian turns his face to the wind and laughs, with his hair blowing back and his eyes shining.

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Ohhh perfect. And exactly how I felt about Caspian, too, since of course I identified with Lucy.

Thank you!

*grins* Yeah, there's a reason why Caspian was one of my very favorite characters for a while.

Glad you liked it!

She is not a star's daughter.

*wibble*

But her heart still turns over sometimes, when Caspian turns his face to the wind and laughs, with his hair blowing back and his eyes shining.

And yes. So very much with the yes.

I remember first reading Voyage of the Dawn Treader and hitting the section where Caspian met the star's daughter (whose name, if mentioned, I have blocked from my mind along the lines of "if I don't see it then it won't happen"), and being horribly unhappy at the thought, because in my mind Caspian + Lucy = perfect match.

Re-reading these days I can be much more logical about it, of course, but back then it was very very sad. This fic, then, brings that memory back sharp and clear and bright, and seems perfectly set-- I can absolutely visualize Lucy seeing and thinking this. Well done, Gen, as usual.

*beams*

Thanks, Aspen.

And, yeah, the star's daughter's name is never mentioned (or if it is, I have both completely forgotten and missed it on this reread), and really altogether she's kind of a non-character. She's lovely, and gracious, and a bit unearthly, and we do get a little bit of a sense of her from the one long conversation they all have, but that's it. And then in Silver Chair she's years dead, and still unnamed and generic.

That relationship always seemed kind of an afterthought to me, really. To give Caspian a wife the reader had met, without the angst and issues of it being Lucy, because of course Aslan wouldn't have let Lucy stay; it would undermine the whole set-up of the children coming to Narnia and leaving, and learning to know Jesus-I-mean-Aslan in their own world as well. But it's sad, because C.S. Lewis's avoidance of the subject is like a silent shout, and the two are perfect for each other even if neither they nor the author ever explicitly recognize that in canon.

And, also, we sort of see why Caspian would fall in love with her, or at least fall in instant infatuation. She is described as so lovely that "when they looked at her they thought they had never before known what beauty meant," and she's gracious and kind and unearthly. And Caspian is canonically both keeping an eye out for a wife (as I suppose a young king must do) and shallow -- remember that the Duke of Galma (yes, I had to look that up) had hoped that Caspian might marry his daughter on the strength of one week's visit, but nothing came of it. "Squints, and has freckles," is the reason Caspian carelessly gives. (And I love Lucy for her "Oh, poor girl," because one of the best things about Lucy is her instant compassion for nearly everyone and everything.)

But we never see any reason why the star's daughter would be interested in Caspian, especially to the point of marriage. I'm not saying that there couldn't be any reason, because there could be any number of things behind it (and now I'm getting Ideas, oh dear), but we never see any. All we see, ever, is that Caspian says "I hope to speak with you again" and she looks at him and smiles. And then the epilogue tells us that they married and she became a great queen. There's no characterization, no internal justification.

Bah, I say.

There's not, really, but I dimly rationalized this along the lines of thinking that Caspian himself has been forever changed by the voyage. A "normal" life with a "normal" queen is just no longer an option for someone like Caspian, who sailed as close to the end of the world as it was possible to go.

That sort of dreaming and wishing and setting out to achieve the impossible is often linked in phrasing with the description of those who "have stars in their eyes," is it not? And I suspect the star's daughter had never met anyone quite like him, there at the end of the world where few people ever came.

So, if not Lucy -- which it could not be, although WOE -- then she does make sense as Caspian's queen. I'd just like to have seen a bit more of her story.

*has, um, maybe-possibly written a fic about this now*

Or about a bit of that; not all, certainly, and quite possibly not all I'll do with her. I am finding myself increasingly fascinated with the unnamed star's daughter about whom we know so tantalizingly little.

Fic? Fic? Fic? :)

(Gah. That sounded in my mind vaguely like the cheeping of a baby bird in search of dinner. Or in this case, fic.)

Anyway, excellent. I now have hopes of reading it soon. You've been in quite the writing mood lately!

*giggles*

Fic fic fic, which will probably not be posted tonight because a) I want to give it one more read-through with a bit more distance and b) four posts is quite enough for one day, I feel. But soon, yeah.

I have been! Part of it is of course that I have all these interesting Christmas fic prompts to write. A bigger part, I think, is that I'm sleep-deprived today. I usually write best and most in the wee hours, or on little sleep; it quiets down my conscious mind enough to let me focus and let the words bubble up.

*sniff* It's lovely. Poor Lucy.

Thanks! :)

I do love Lucy. Partly because of these little insecurities of hers, deep down, and the joy in life that goes even deeper.

Oh, my, this is just lovely. I like best here how you capture so perfectly Lucy's dual consciousness: she is a child who has been an adult. You make this dual concsiousness seem so natural, mingling Lucy's memories of school with her more distant and more basic intuition of what it was to have been a queen. Really great stuff, and yes, Caspian is a bit dense about what's right in front of him, isn't he?

...You know, I didn't even think of it as dual consciousness, child and adult both. But now you've tied it in my mind to all the Dark Is Rising stuff that percolates in the back of my brain, and I'm amused and slightly disconcerted by the parallels. :)

I always wished C.S. Lewis would do more with that, though. I mean, the memories of an entire lifetime, and then they go back to boarding school as usual? Even if the memories are dim and dreamlike there ought to be some lingering effect, and more so back in Narnia when they breath the air and become again less children and more monarchs and warriors. That's a duality and overlap that would have been fascinating to see more of. But he went with them all as everyman sorts instead. Which is fair enough, I suppose, but still I always wondered.

*stares*

Oh dear. Suddenly there are thoughts in my head.

(Have you found that anthology yet? *grin*)

Oh really? I approve of thoughts, and am now immensely curious about them. :) Go forth and write, you!

(I have not! *woe* But I have had a thought about Susan, which is that we don't actually know that she doesn't end up in Aslan's Country at the last. Yes, she doesn't in canon, and yes, Peter says shortly that "my sister is no longer a friend of Narnia." But Aslan never says that, and really, why should she be there when the others are? She wasn't on the train nor the station platform nor at the stable nor anywhere in Narnia; she's still alive. She has no reason to be in any afterlife yet. I like this theory.)

I would answer this, but I can actually say nothing here without possibly inadvertently revealing something about that story by reference, in some fashion. (Which fashion and why I am not specifying.)

So consider this comment a placeholder, and I am off to look for a copier or a working scanner, because you MUST read this story.

::squees and hugs you for writing this::

I very much felt the need for Caspian/Lucy while reading those books, and was a little annoyed for him going after the daughter of a star. But then, I had to remind myself, Lucy was just a child herself, at least physically, if not entirely mentally.

Anyway, absolutely lovely. I like the little descriptions of Caspian as Lucy sees him. RAWR. Now I want to go read the book again. :)

Yay! Glad you like it.

And Lucy is a child, I suppose, but not all THAT young... bah. Anyway. Silly Caspian, is what it comes down to. :)

Is loffly. *pets it*

So very braindead, so my "eeee" shall speak for me.

*giggles*

*pets your poor dead brain*

This gave me happies. Danke muchly. :D

Yay! You're very welcome, and I'm glad you like it. :)

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