Ive Always Been A Narnian Fan But Now That Im Older I Can Say That My Liking Of It Has Been Layering

I’ve always been a narnian fan but now that I’m older I can say that my liking of it has been layering and I can now understand a bit more the angst that the Pevensies felt. Because I too long for a place I cannot go back to and like Susan I’ve found myself often times asking myself if that actually happened or how much of that time was just in my head.

Just food for thought I guess.

For all his scars, Jason truly couldn’t understand how you were so adamant on calling him beautiful every day without fail.

You have been together for years, enough for him to note that you aren’t one to drop words without feeling them, however for all his brain capacity, he still couldn’t wrap his head around you looking at him; nasty J scar on almost the entirety of his left cheek or every other jagged line of terribly healed wounds gained over the years; holding his face between your hands as if he was made of glass before speaking the same set of words as every day of the last few years.

“You’re beautiful, Jason”.

He liked to think that after coming back from death and all the shit he has gone through since forever, there is a very small list of things that are still capable of surprising him but there you were, at the very top with your kind words; specially those. He sees himself in the mirror every morning before getting into the shower, there are days when the pain creeps up his back like a ghost summoned by those scars and in those instances he has to look away to avoid puking.

Then why? Why were you so hell bent on telling him that lie? Sure, he knew you didn’t consider it to be a lie per se or else you’d never say it; always honest to a fault; but how? You were the most amazing person he’d ever encountered, you were perfect in every way; fitting like a puzzle piece in his arms; so how could you in all your perfection, look at him and call him beautiful? Not handsome, beautiful. How could you choose such a word that would only begin to describe you, you were the beautiful one in his eyes, so why were you so generous by giving him a compliment that should only ever be used to describe the likes of you and not him; never a monster like him.

You on your part knew, you noticed every time how his eyes would open up just a millimeter in surprise to your words, nevermind that you had been saying them to his face for the last two years, but you couldn’t help it, he really was beautiful, those pretty green eyes full of fire and wit, a strong built that revealed him as a fighter, those scars that told a story of struggle unlike any other but that still weren’t enough to keep him down proving himself a true survivor and all that without mentioning how despite the way he went about delivering justice he had a good heart; you were well aware of the orphans he took care of and he was always so sweet to you.

He was beautiful, you just wished he could come to see it one day, but in the meantime you had no qualms on repeating it to him, maybe after a while of hearing it he’ll learn to believe it.

Nothings screams more of a problem than knowing I have to study and finish up some projects and the only thing I can think of is the fanfic I’m currently writing

With all this Hunger Games renaissance, this came to mind and I cannot brush it off

Hopefully I’ll manage to properly write this one out

More like overthinking it even months later

Person A: Why is it that only halfway through a conversation I realise that I've been oversharing all along?

Person B: Still better than realising it after the conversation is over and overthinking about it till 3 a.m.

You know what’s fucked up?

That everyone is out there saying that if the multiverse is real they hope there is a version of them that walked away at the first nasty thing you did.

And here I am wishing that if the multiverse is real there’s a version of you that stayed.