#narnia headcanon – @hacked-wtsdz on Tumblr

“Darling, what’s wrong?” He asks. You’ve woken him up with your screams and wild kicking. You cannot see his face, only the whites of his eyes that look terrifying in the empty darkness. There is tenderness is his voice, and concern. You know he loves you and you know that your nightmares scare him, though they aren’t that often. They aren’t nightmares at all, to be honest, it’s the ending that makes you wake yourself up with hoarse shouts. Is it still a bad dream if only the last part is bad?

“Susan,” he calls again. You can hear him breathe. “Susan, are you alright?”

Are you? More alright than ever before. And less. How could you ever explain it?

“Yes,” you whisper finally into the darkness. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just another nightmare.”

“Are you sure? You were shouting so loud…”

You smile unwillingly at the warmth in his voice. He loves you more than he loves anything but he does not understand. He will never understand. Nobody could but them…and they’re gone.

“Yes, I’m sure. I just…need a breath of fresh air.”

“Alright. But please don’t stay out for too long, it’s chilly outside.”

“Sure, my love. Don’t worry,” you answer, not knowing if you’ll keep the promise.

Sometimes you just want to run away.

To be barefoot and let your hair loose, to feel the cold air brush your skin with tenderness. To feel like a free little girl again. Like the one who made up those Narnia stories with her not-yet-dead siblings. Like the one who believed them to be more true than reality.

You grab your coat and step outside quietly. It’s a June night, fresh and cool, full of scents. Roses have bloomed already, and the earth smells of rain. You breathe it all in and then exhale slowly. Your head is throbbing with images you’ve never thought you’d see again.

In your dreams the sky is bluer than it had ever been in England. The sun is radiant and bright, it looks…younger than the sun you know. The air smells of peaches and bluebells. The air is warm, but not hot, with every breath it makes your smile wider. You can hear the softest ringing of the springs and the whisper of new apple leaves, and laughter. It’s higher than normal laughter, had you not heard it somewhere before already, you would have thought it no laughter at all.

A girl appears in front of you, but she isn’t a girl exactly. She looks too thin to be alive and too happy to be standing on her feet. She is as light as a feather and when she laughs, her hair shakes, and you realise that it’s not hair at all — but leaves. Tree leaves! She doesn’t scare you though, she just comes closer and takes your hands in hers, she spins you around, and you hear music.

That’s her laughter. The world around you is now nothing but hues and colours. Emerald green, baby blue, desert pink, dark brown, bright gold. You can only see her face clearly, her eyes are black and more beautiful than anyone’s you’ve ever met. They are more than alive. They are stars.

Suddenly, her laughter grows louder. It’s more and more high-pitched, now you’re certain she’s not laughing anymore. In fact, there is no her. Only a noise, long and scary. Is it…is it a train?

It’s a train! But the realisation doesn’t bring clarity, and it doesn’t bring relief either. You hear the noise grow and grow, until you cannot feel anything but it’s vibrations. The next thing you feel is a crush.

It deafens you. You have no senses anymore. You have no feelings. Only your eyes that see nothing at all.

And then see Lucy. The confusion in her eyes is similar to Peter’s, who is right beside her. Edmund’s face is sad and horrified. It’s as if he’d felt it too.

They all disappear in the emptiness seconds later. It can’t be filled. It can’t be lit up. It can’t be destroyed.

So you scream.

You scream at the top of your lungs, your scream is louder than a horn.

Why a horn? Where did that come from? You don’t know.

The darkness in front of you changes instantly. It isn’t cold and buzzing anymore. It’s warm and soft, and full of your husband’s voice.

But inside you’re still there. You’re still dancing with that forest nymph under the warm sun. You’re still dying in a train crush to the sound of a honk. You’re still in the disarming, mad emptiness.

The June night feels a bit more cold than it did some minutes ago. How could you explain this?

How could you even try to?

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The Pevensie’s Bedrooms

Peter’s room completely contrasts his regal and put together appearance. His bed is filled with the scrolls and documents he falls asleep reading. Dirty and clean clothes cover the ground because he doesn’t have time to pick them up in between meetings and banquets and sparring. He doesn’t have any rugs on the floors because they are just tripping hazards when hidden by the clothes. Although, he doesn’t particularly like that his walls are just a plain tan color, he doesn’t have the time to change that. However, Peter’s favorite part of his room is the handmade painting of all of them together that Lucy made for his birthday their first year in Narnia. Just looking at it makes him calm down.

Susan’s room matches her perfectly. It is pristine and beautiful. She made the walls blueish grey to capture the feel of their old home in London. Beautiful colored rugs cover almost every inch of her floor because she doesn’t like the cold feeling without them. A different book can be found on her nightstand every day and no one knows when she finds the time to read it. The only thing out of place is the tea tray sitting in the corner of her room that she has brought up every morning just in case Edmund has a nightmare. However, Susan’s favorite part of her room is the balcony. She rarely has the time for stargazing, but she loves the stars, and her balcony has the best view. Edmund had a soft blanket made for the nights she laid under the stars so she wouldn’t get cold.

Edmund tries to keep his bedroom tidy, but his efforts are always in vain. Books are found everywhere. There are books under the covers, in the pillow, shoved under the bed, in his couch cushion, in the pockets of his jackets, scattered on the floor…literally everywhere. His room is his safe haven so it’s kind of chaotic even though he doesn’t try for it to be. Maps of all the Narnian countries hang on his walls. And he keeps track of his siblings location when they are on voyages. He took the furthest room from his siblings so when he has nightmares they don’t wake up. However, Edmund’s favorite part of his room is the bookshelf Peter had made for him to place all his books on. It doesn’t have books on the shelves, but it was the though that counted. Instead, those shelves hold the gifts and trinkets he has received throughout his travels.

Lucy never cared about appearances and that was the same for her room. It matches her bright, fun, crazy personality and she loves it. The bed is never made and the floor is littered with her dresses. She is too tired to put them away after her nighttime dances and she doesn’t care enough to pick them up in the morning. Unknown to her two oldest siblings, Lucy keeps daggers hidden around her room. She does this partly to always have a weapon within reach, but mostly just to scare Edmund when she pulls one out randomly. However, Lucy’s favorite part of her room are the walls where she has the landscape of Narnia depicted. It took her months to hand paint them, but the outcome was worth it. Susan gifted her new brushes and paint every time her old ones were ruined…which was often.

The Pevensies could have the maids help clean, but their bed chambers have always been very private. To them, it is the one thing that is completely their own, so if they want it to be a mess or be tidy then that it will be.

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This is the reason why I love Tumblr. People just post stuff like this here, making the stories more alive and relatable with each au and headcanon. Whether or not this site was made for it, people have turned it into a place where they can fantasise about completely useless, unrelated to the real world stuff and not be judged for it.

Also, the details about Pevensies taking care of each other are so cute. Edmund making Susan a cozy blanket omg <3

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