Sometimes Ed thinks that being practical is nothing more than an easier way to dress up world-weary cynicism; she has never been able to be anything but practical, realistic, but sometimes she wonders if she might sleep better at night if she had Lucy's bright-eyed faith.
"We aren't going back, Lu," Ed says quietly, and digs her nails into her palms until the hot tears threatening her eyes are forced back; she may be a queen in exile, but she is a queen nonetheless, and she will not behave with anything less than the dignity befitting her royalty.
Lucy looks at her with such breathtaking compassion, and says to her, "Ed-love, I refuse to believe that Narnia is closed to us; I refuse it," and her conviction is so strong, and her hand so tender cupped around Ed's chin, that Ed thinks she might let herself believe, if only for a moment.
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on 2009-12-17 05:08 am (UTC)"We aren't going back, Lu," Ed says quietly, and digs her nails into her palms until the hot tears threatening her eyes are forced back; she may be a queen in exile, but she is a queen nonetheless, and she will not behave with anything less than the dignity befitting her royalty.
Lucy looks at her with such breathtaking compassion, and says to her, "Ed-love, I refuse to believe that Narnia is closed to us; I refuse it," and her conviction is so strong, and her hand so tender cupped around Ed's chin, that Ed thinks she might let herself believe, if only for a moment.