Oh, Susan! She's interested in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.
“If ever they remembered their life in this world it was as one remembers a dream.”
On the last day, when Aslan drew her and Peter aside, she did not cry. Her throat closed up and her heart clanged so loudly in her ears that she missed half of what he said.
Too old to return to Narnia?
You shoved me back into this wretched unformed child’s body, lion-god, and made me a thousand years a widow, and now I am too old?
If Susan had been standing next to the White Witch, before the Stone Table, looking down at Aslan bound and muzzled, she would have asked to wield the knife.
Peter was keeping his chin up and saying all the right things. Susan sank her teeth into her lower lip and thought that she would have given everything she had not to come back to Narnia this time.
Aslan looked at her as he spoke. He knew what she was thinking, of course. He always did.
Susan didn’t care. If he was going to go around refusing to be a tame lion, he could hardly fault her for refusing to be a tame woman.
Lucy was coming up, with Edmund beside her. She gritted her teeth, and swallowed her rage. It would not do Lucy a great deal of good to see her god gut her sister with one of his gigantic paws. And she’d be damned if she cried in front of him. She had cried for him once already, cried and worked her fingers bloody prying a muzzle from his dead jaws, and this was how that vigil was repaid.
She would be glad to never see Narnia again. The languid erasing of her memories could not come quickly enough. There was nothing left for her here.
#holy shit #trying to format my thoughts about this #on the one hand part of me feels deeply uncomfortable #deeply uncomfortable!!! #given allegory and metaphor and the fact that aslan is always going to be everything good in the world #on the other hand #susan #precious susan vicious susan #susan who of course is angry about being torn away from what she loves most #susan who of course feels betrayed by someone she loved most #what did you think was going to happen#when you give someone the world and then expect them to hand it meekly back#bad end au where susan becomes the next white witch #bad end au where susan takes over the world #good end au where no one ever tells anyone that they’re too old for narnia #no one is too old for narnia #liking makeup does not make a person too old for narnia (via oceanlied)
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age
You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does! You, him, your father; Narnia would be better off without the lot of you.
Mrs. Beaver: It’s the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?
Susan Pevensie: Smaller.
-The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, 2005.