lucy pevensie.
wide-eyed with a heart made full of fright. your eyes follow like tracers in the night and the tightrope that you w a n d e r everytime. you have been found wanting. sheltered, you better keep the wolf back from the door. she wanders ever closer every night and how she waits b e g g i n g for blood. i promised you everything would be fine. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5584352"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");
cayde.
the dwarf sat down with a loud THUD against the grass. he didn’t mean for it to be so loud, but he really had no coordination. not like the pevensie girl. ❝ i suppose it will be any time now. aslan said everything went smoothly, did he not? ❞ he paused for a moment, reaching down to pick up a smooth rock and tossed it towards the river. his smile only grew when it skipped across the water’s top successfully. ❝ what’s on your mind then, lucy? is it not going to be at ease until you see louis with your very eyes? ❞
THERE’S A GENTLE SIGH THAT escapes her lips at his questions, her uneasiness used to unsettle her faith in the great lion. it was appalling, really. lucy’s eyes drop to the glistening water that shifted with each misplaced pebble in its depths. ❝ i suppose not. although, perhaps i ought to have more faith in aslan. ❞ it wasn’t like her to doubt him as much as she was doing now. ❝ m’sorry, i don’t mean to be a burden. ❞
HE SPUTTERS – TAKEN BY SURPRISE. he should’ve seen it coming. well , heard it coming. noticed the attack. “ no fair ! ” he shouts with a laugh. ralph follows his first instinct , leaning in and aiming the splash at where he thinks lucy is. he’s always been afflicted with awful aim. he hopes he manages to ring true.
TRY AS SHE MIGHT, LUCY couldn’t hold in her laughter for the life of her when ralph completely missed. it wasn’t his fault, as the entire camp knew of his condition. ❝ you always know how to cheer me up, ralph. ❞ her arm comes up to wrap around his shoulders, chuckling softly. ❝ have you eaten yet ? ❞
FINGERS TWISTED THE SMOOTH RIVER STONE around as her eyes focused mindlessly upon the soft blur of the small white veins running through its surface as it flipped and turned in her grasp. maybe if she’d known sitting around waiting was the main activity in aslan’s camp, lyssa may have just shown her face when a plan had already been set into action. but she doubted her time would have been put to better use, though sun-baking in a warm spot in her true form without interruption was a tempting thought. instead she found herself lounging lazily hidden behind a level of leaved branches up on a branch, waiting for gods know what.
without much attention payed, she tossed the stone up into the air. but just as her finger tips brushed against its smooth surface, her fingers were too slow to wrap around it and though there was a slight scramble to attempt to catch it, it was sent to the grass covered ground below. twisting on the branch, lyssa came to lay stomach down upon the branch as her head peaked over the edge; and though she hardly expected it, her eyes caught sight of the top of someone’s head instead of the green grass below. “ oh—heads up. ” a bit late there. “ it’s raining river stones. ”
IT SEEMED LIKE ALL THEY would be doing now was waiting. waiting for aslan’s signal, to begin this dreaded war. if it were up to him, they would already be storming the white witch’s castle. good thing it wasn’t, then. he’d happily waited aside king peter, ready to comply with any order given to him. except, there wasn’t. to which, cayde found himself having more free time than usual. his fingers itched for his sword, to give in to a little practice. but instead, what draws his attention is the light pebble that drops onto his head. it draws a deep grunt from him as his eyes peer into the try at the new voice. there’s amusement behind his eyes, underneath the blatant irritation. ❝ do you often aim for peoples’ heads ? ❞
nysa’s own gentle nature had instantly drawn her to the young girl, hence how she and apparently a fair few others found themselves lingering nearby lucy to wait out the return of the rescue party. a soft almost musical hum leaves her lips as she settles herself down on the grass too, hoping that somehow she found nysa’s calm presence at least a little bit reassuring, the silent need was what had drawn her away from the crowd and down to the riverbank anyway. “i wish i had the answers you seek” nysa finally settles on, offering a warm smile accompanied by her soft glow “time is relative, it is hard to judge when as old as i am, but, we have waited centuries for you to come and for that i can be sure that aslan will do everything to make sure you are all reunited again.”
THERE’S GENTLENESS IN THE BEAUTIFUL woman’s voice that draws lucy’s attention away from the singing river. there’s a smile that appears on her lips at the validation that the young girl sought. of course, she had faith in aslan, probably more so than her siblings. though, it didn’t persuade her judgment of time. ❝ i have faith in aslan, ❞ the words are said with so much conviction, it almost seems to rumble from her body. ❝ i’m so sorry, you seem to know me but i’ve yet to get your name. ❞ her sentence trails off as she waits patiently for the woman’s name.
ALTHOUGH THEY’D MET RECENTLY , ralph had found it easy to recognize the voice of the daughter of eve. she had a pretty voice. nice , smooth. “ very soon , i’m sure. ” ralph answers with a wicked , confident grin. the chipmunk-boy comes to settle in the grass next to lucy , relishing in the feeling of grass tickling his bare feet. he doesn’t share the view she has , but enjoys the sound of the light currant streaming past them. “ have faith in aslan. ”
FAITH. SHE KNEW IT WAS lacking with the growing worries of her brother but to be told to have faith in aslan, only made it all the more clearer. ❝ i suppose you’re right, ❞ lucy caves, offering him a much more genuine smile as her fingers tug at the stems of green. ❝ i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to spoil the mood, ❞ a hand reaches out to splash some water on the boy. ❝ there, all better ! ❞
A SOFT SIGH ESCAPES HIS LIPS as he hears what his sister has to say. if he was to be honest, it was something that could not escape his thoughts. the tone at which she spoke only made them more compelling, more surreal. if only mother and father could see them now. ❝ of course, lu. louis and tirian will be fine. in fact, i’m sure they’ll return soon. ❞ if he could not remain the upmost of optimistic, he hoped he could keep lucy more hopeful than himself.
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT HER BROTHER’S appearance that she draws comfort in, always has. lucy’s hand pats against the grass softly, encouraging him to take a seat with her. ❝ why must it take so long then, peter ? ❞ the smile gradually morphs into a frown of worry. her next words are whispered out in fear that there may be truth to it. ❝ what if we were too late ? ❞ the thought of her brother never returning was not something she thought would happen. ❝ what if this war tears us apart ? ❞
what do you say when an entire country declares you will be crowned as one of their kings? you accept , of course , despite the clear reasons to refuse . in fact , the cons outweigh the pros . but one pro in particular wins your favor , a pro by the name of louis that you’ve known for quite sometime . now people bow at your feet and talk of a prophecy that will save their land . are you enough to fulfill their wishes ? peter leaves the large tent that houses his sleeping quarters in hopes of finding his siblings . he gazes down the rows of tents and lets out a quiet sigh , turning to the nearest bystander . ❝ i … i hate to disturb you , but can you point me in the direction of … ❞ peter pauses , ❝ or , point me in the direction of a mapmaker ? ❞
HIS CHILDREN HAD TALKED ABOUT the prophecy to come. how the children of adam would join them in the great war. it was from that day, the day the stars foretold of their future, that cayde had sworn his sword & his life down for the high kings and queens of narnia. his hand is gripping the sword tightly as his other works to sharpen its point. his head picks up, just a little when he recognizes the voice. there’s a slight dip of the head in recognition and respect. ❝ of course, sire, ❞ he halts his movements, abandoning his sword with a look towards his fellow. ❝ what is it you seek a map for ? ❞
☾ ( jason momoa, cismale. ) ━ announcing ( cayde ), the ( thirty eight | three hundred and ninety eight ) year old ( centaur ). the trees have often said they’re known for being ( + courageous )and ( + unwavering ) but also have the tendency to be ( - impulsive ) and ( - reclusive ). they’re known as the ( lionhearted ) around narnia. ( nana, nineteen, est, she/her. )
BACK W MY BABY SON CAYDE ! not rly a baby but ... a son, yes ! here’s a few bullet points about him !!
cayde is heavily based off of oreius from the first narnia movie who was the general of aslan’s army !
he is one of the oldest centaurs, if not the current oldest, and is the LeaderTM of them ! he doesn’t really call himself a leader or anything like that, more of a father figure to his people & a fair representative in aslan’s army
as stated in his wc, he has the tendency to adopt orphaned centaurs, which most notably gives him the nickname as “father” !!!
similar to most centaurs, he has a Thing for the stars. always fond of staring up at them but never really having the time to relish in them + the studies of them. so really , he doesn’t know much about the stars besides that they’re Pretty
cayde is one of the most Loyal bastards narnia has ever seen, he is willing to die for the cause, that much is Said ! willing to die for any of the pevensie children, even if he hardly knows them & definitely willing to die for aslan’s cause
his piece of jewelry is a silver beaded bracelet ! while training, he tends to take it off as he’s not really keen on his human form.
that’s it about my cutie boy ! pls come plot w him
HANDS EMBEDDED INTO THE DEEP grass that surrounded the great river, lucy’s head picks up at the sound of footsteps. there’s a gentle smile against her lips that doesn’t quite reach the eyes, despite the appearance of a friend. word had been that a team of narnians sought out to rescue louis & tirian from the white witch’s hold. & even with as much faith as she had in aslan and the army, it was hard not to have doubts. ❝ when do you think they’ll return ? do you think they can save them ?? ❞
♔ ( lily collins, cisfemale. ) ━ welcome ( lucy pevensie ), the ( twenty four ) year old daughter of eve. the trees have often said they’re known for being ( + benevolent ) and ( + altruistic ) but also have the tendency to be ( - naive ) and ( - impulsive ). they’re known as the ( effervescent ) around narnia. ( nana, 19, est, she/her. )
hi friends !! i’m nana and i’m so Happy to be here ! this is my sweet Smol lucy pevensie ! she’s gonna be pretty much canon for the most part but in case you haven’t seen or read the series, here’s a breakdown !
BACKGROUND
lucy is the youngest pevensie, with quite the imagination + naivety
she’s the original pevensie child that founded narnia, who, because of her age and vivid imagination, her siblings didn’t believe her
she visited a few times without her siblings to see her friend, tirian ( avan jogia fc ), who will be taking the role as her “mr. tumnus” ! ( aka the person who shows her the ropes of narnia and gets her in the Know about the prophecy )
but upon having to use the wardrobe as a last resort, she finally manages to bring all four of them through into the magical world of narnia !
what was supposed to be a happy little visit to tirian soon turned into a fight for their life as their youngest brother, louis, vanished/was captured by the white witch
so this is the Reason they’re stuck in narnia !
PERSONALITY
as stated above, even at her prime age of 24, lucy has the tendency to see the good in everyone, even if they are blatantly bad. her naivety and strong faith is one of the reasons she was the first to be susceptible to the magic of narnia
she’s got a quick mouth, very witty with remarks and about 0% of a filter on her mouth. also often a little too smart-ass for her own good.
brave, just like the rest of the pevensie children, there’s a courageous trait instilled in her as well. even with how young she is, she’s always eager to join the fight and help the narnians + her family
super loyal & super sweet, is her in a nutshell. loyal to the cause & sweet to all the narnians.
DIFFERENCES FROM CANON:
the canon lucy doesn’t know how to wield a sword or any sort of weapon that she could defend herself. aka, not a fighter.
while my lucy isn’t a fighter either, she’s not completely defenseless. she’s very good with a dagger and well, she’s a great runner lmao
honestly i think that’s about it ? i can’t really think rn and i’m not even supposed to be writing this but afkhjadls PLEASE PLOT W MY SWEET CHILD !
