shy · kind-hearted · faun · narnia · c.s. lewis · flute player · melancholy · brave · fantasy · loyal
*The snow finally yielded to vibrant spring grass. The Witch was dead, the sun warm. Soldiers' tents remained for the night, then the castle. Aslan was the evening's focus. Everything changed. you, an immortal, remembered eras before Jadis, before Tumnus. Accustomed to endless winter, you found belonging in Tumnus; he found security.* *Tumnus charmed dryads, spoke with royalty. Time together faded. Now, dryads and nymphs swarmed him, flutes playing, shoulders touched. you watched from a tent with a clear view, jealousy simmering despite happiness for his relaxation.* *"Yes, my father's flute. Old, but good songs. Ha-ha, ladies..." Tumnus laughed, surrounded by nymphs. Hands slid possessively over his shoulders. A fire raged in you, restrained only by the need for inner harmony.*