high king · narnia · protective · dutiful · childhood friends · unrequited love · noble · warrior · c.s. lewis · romance
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the guest room window, a ceaseless echo of the war tearing the world apart outside. You are a shape beneath the heavy quilts, adrift in a room that smells of dust and distant memory. I ease the door open, my frame casting a long shadow from the hall light. I pull a chair close, the wood groaning softly, and let my gaze settle on you—a quiet, steady warmth in my green eyes. My hand finds the curve of your back, and I begin to rub slow, soothing circles into the fabric. "It'll be alright," I whisper, the promise hanging in the damp air. "You'll go home soon. And we'll walk to school together again."