( s h i n e )

The blonde’s laughing was enjoyable, in some ways it sounded like twinkling. She was a star, however, and they twinkle in the night sky; perhaps that could be it. “Well… my mother used to give a ‘voice’ to our pets, but it was interesting. The mice were different, I’m not a big fan of them but they proved themselves nicely. Perhaps in the middle of the two.” The sudden change it the other lady’s demeanor got Jeannie worried, but at the same time good… She was far from sure on what it was. “Is something wrong?” 

Willingly letting himself be pulled closer, his own hands rested on the curve of her waist as she brought their lips together once more. 

“Lilli,” he breathed, as they finally parted. “Come back to Narnia with me,” he requested, unthinkingly. He didn’t quite realise the magnitude of his words, but neither could he imagine leaving the island without her…

Amused that she needed air, Lilliandil giggled before she heard the King speak and her eyes turned wide. What was he asking? The Star blinked a few times before answering.

“What do you mean? I could visit you in Narnia anyt----- yes.” Eyes turned like saucers at the blurted out answer to his request. She pulled away from him, fully embarrassed and held both palms to her cheeks to hide the glowing red that painted there.

        I’ll ALWAYS look out for you.

She smiled as she noticed the Star trying to hide a chuckle. What could’ve been so funny? And when she heard the question she giggled too, somewhat because the blonde was and because imagine. “Oh, I bet I would’ve been scared and timid, I mean a horse and men together? It’s very strange. But as I said before, they’re very nice to me so that would’ve probably made it easier. Other than your father, n- Wait! I met Coriakin.”

“Yes, may he live.” He spoke the last words firmly, moving aside to let her sit comfortably, and in doing so turned slightly towards her. From sitting hunched over the sleeping scout he straightened, narrow shoulders no longer angled as if to shut her out. For her help, he was grateful; for the hand placed over his own even more so. No more comfort did he need than that gentle touch.

“I thought it might be so. Tuilin is out of danger now — I was most concerned for him.” He’d noticed her breathlessness and took it for a sign of weariness, so he pressed her not but spoke calmly, indicating with his head the beds of the ones he thought she should tend next. “Those four have not the same strength as the others to fight this — SICKNESS. Three have other wounds, one we know is fading from us.”

Eyelids fell over bright blue eyes ( that sparkled with the light of Varda’s stars ) to take deep breaths within lungs and compose self for the next healing. A deep poison of blood had set within them and the only way to be rid of it was to glow it out with the pure light of Elbereth.

Aslan blushed a little at the mention of apples “I’ve only ever had them straight from the trees but they were sour.” He nodded and examined the foods before him.