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love

Life. 

I feel like I don’t need to explain~ If you ever loved someone in your life, or if you have ever been loved, I think you’d know what I mean. 

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In My Arms | Old!Digory and Mabel

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I'll love you forever,

But the mother grew old. Once upon a time her hair was as dark as a Mourning Cloak’s wings, but time lightened it a that of a lark’s feathers and then to a faint silver. She once had tight curls that twirled and twisted in every which way, each individual ringlet it’s own tornado, and now the tempest of her curls were tamed. Age exchanged her vivid, spring crown to a crown of loose, wintry waves. A cane, depending on the weather, became her left leg. And the world of the new baby was becoming more and more antique. The Great War was over, and the world, at the same time, boomed in a golden roar. The invention of blue notes, improvisation, polyrhythms, syncopation and the swung note was so alluring, even to old, old fingers. Even so, the same childhood never songs changed--each still dripping with end of the Edwardian era glamour: 

I'll like you for always,

The older lady sat more often. She laid down more often. Her joints and bones kept her up less often. But by the grace of God, a light blossomed in her eyes every morning. And her baby kept by her side until he gently woke her. 

As long as I'm living

A mother took her son's hand and very slowly swung it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held it, she sang: 

my baby you'll be.

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Most beautiful woman.

...

-hugs her little boy so tight- 

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Best mother ever.

....

((do you hear Mabel's heart sing? singing the song of motherly pride))

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((for the blushing thing)) I love you.

-blushes a little but waves- 

Hello, Darling. 

You know that I love you more than life itself. 

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His father’s head on his chest was something new. A new sensation ran over the boy’s body and he frowned, but then he was ruffling his father’s few hairs. “We are humans, father, we are not perfect.” Digory smiled when his nose was pinched, “ I can’t tell you what will happen in the future because I’m not a prophet, but I don't need to be one to tell you that I’ll never forget or abhor you, father. You’ll always be my hero and one day I’ll make you proud!” He hugged the man.

John smiled, the gesture soft and genuine, and he hugged his son back. Although it was comforting feeling to be reassured, at the same time, he couldn't help but felt ashamed to be experiencing it. He was the father yet he felt like the child. Still, he didn't stop it--if it was Digory, he was always going to be taken care of. And you should do the same, he told himself.

"I'm already proud of you," he whispered. "Humans may never achieve perfection, but, by Jove, you are the closest out of all of us to reach it. You're a wonderful boy who has never given me grief and you're always so willing to learn and explore every--" Looking down at Digory, he smiled and said, "And what have you been up to lately, son?"

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“Narnia’s time and Earth time are different. I don’t… know really how they work but what I know is that the time you spent in Narnia has no effect on the time on Earth at all. You can be in Narnia for minutes or hours or years and when you get back everything will be just like when you left,” He explained./ It was a huge compliment coming from his father but Digory knew it was kind of things grown ups say to kids to comfort them, “Do you think I’ll be like you one day?” He had to ask.

"By Jove." The expression flew from the man's lips that were slackened in surprise. He had presumed that time travel differently between Earth and Narnia, but he had never thought that it would be so entirely independent of each other. John fingered his mustache, his body stooped just slightly.

"Do you think I'll be like you one day?"

John started. Like him? Just what was he? An outcast. A failure. A man that could not refuse the future that was pushed down his throat. He mentally shook his head. But his son, his blessed son, didn't see him as that. Kneeling down so that he could look up at Digory, he said with a smile, "You'll exceed me, son. Truly, you will."

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Digory frowned, “It was not really like a science fiction,” He started, “ The creatures were not aliens or something like that,” he said, remembering some science fictions books he had read. And them all had aliens living in other worlds./ Digory opened his mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ , “But father… I saw!” he replied before the hug, but then smiled, closing his blue eyes, “You will, you are the smartest person I’ve known.”

John nodded in avid agreement to his son's words. "I certainly hope there weren't any creatures of that sort! But you did mention traveling through space--and perhaps time as well considering how time travels differently here compared to how time travels back on Earth--so it may suggest that the ideas portrayed in science fiction really may have some truth in them."

The man started and laughed nervously when he realized that he rambled. As quickly as it came, his frame loosened again when he felt Digory relax in his arms. The fundamentals behind muscle contraction may not have been discovered yet, but he was certain that the boy's muscles were at a relaxed state. He held on to his conclusion and chuckled. "Ah, but the smartest person I know is not me. He's right here." John slackened his hold on his son and tickled him on the sides.