Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

Lavender and Sea Salt

Really, Caspian blamed all of this trouble on Edmund. After they had pulled two royals and their….interesting cousin out of the water, Caspian had gone to check on Edmund, leaving Lucy to settle in his cabin.

Alright, so maybe he had noticed how beautiful she had grown. How her hair looked radiant, even when drenched in sea water. How her freckles didn't make her seem child-like, but rather whimsical, like some nymph. How clear her eyes still were, bluer than the ocean the he had pulled her from. Yes, he had noticed how lovely she was. But this was still all Edmund's fault.

He had walked into the male bunkers they would be sharing with the rest of the crew to see Edmund sitting on his hammock, staring at a locket- or the portrait inside the locket. "Edmund?"

"Oh, yes. Hello Caspian." Suddenly, Edmund was blushing a bit. Caspian smirked and sat down next to the young man. "Who is that?"

Edmund blushed harder, but smiled. "Her name is Abigail."

"You fancy her?"

"Yes." Edmund nodded. "She's just…so lovely. She's funny, kind and smart. And Caspian…oh, never mind, you'll laugh at me."

"I won't Edmund, I promise."

"She…smells like sunshine." Edmund smiled down at the locket, "I don't know how but she does."

Caspian nodded, though he was unsure of what Edmund was talking about.

He was about to find out.

....

The scent of lavender mingled with the salty tang of the sea. That's what Lucy smelt like. Caspian kept telling himself he never would have noticed if it hadn't been for Edmund telling him about Abigail.

But that's all he could smell when Lucy was around. He could tell when she was approaching, even when he couldn't see her coming. Whenever he went into his old cabin, now hers, the smell invaded his senses. He could smell it in his sleep when she entered into his dreams.

This was all Edmund's fault.

....

There came a time when he had to stop blaming Edmund. Yes, he had pointed out the idea of someone smelling a certain way but he hadn't pointed it out on Lucy. That was all Caspian's noticing. He realized after they had been separated by those horrific slave traders, when he worried about Lucy, worried that someone else would be close enough to notice the scent of her hair, of her skin….it made his stomach clench for reasons he didn't want to think about.

After they had defeated the slave traders, when he knew she was safe. When he was able to hold her close and let her scent invade his senses once again. That's when he realized he had to stop blaming Edmund and just admit he was in love with Lucy.

Deeply and maddeningly in love with her auburn waves, gentle blue eyes, soft smile, the sound of her giggle, her caring, lovely soul. And her scent of lavender mixed salty tang of the sea that never escaped his mind.

....

He had expected her to taste like lavender tea, or the salt of the sea.

He had wandered on deck, unable to sleep, only to find her sitting against the mast, staring at the stars. She beckoned him closer; how could he not sit next to her and let his brain go numb from her scent. They spoke quietly in the moonlight-then he couldn't resist any more and he pressed his lips to her warm, inviting smile.

While her scent completely overwhelmed him, he couldn't help but notice she didn't taste like she smelt. She tasted of sweets, of wine and candy. And when she kissed him back, she tasted of heaven. And they sat on the ship deck for hours, kissing and whispering to each other until Caspian was certain her smell and taste of her skin would never leave his mind.

That's when Edmund walked up on deck sleepily, freezing when he saw his sister and his friend wrapping in each other's embrace. Lucy saw her brother from the corner of her eye and pulled away blushing. Caspian blushed when he saw Edmund and stuttered the first thing that came to his mind,

"This is your fault you know!"