Summary: These tunnels didn't carry the icy cold of winter, but even the mild chill and damp of a dreary autumn twilight could leech a body's grip on life, given enough time. Susan wasn't certain, but she thought she and Lucy had been down here at least three days -- perhaps as many as five. (1,636 words)
Note: Written for
violsva, in response to the prompt: Hurt/comfort, anyone in Narnia (including OCs), cold/hypothermia/frostbite, please! It is also a fill for the
ladiesbingo square hurt/comfort.
In early 2015, I made passing mention of the time Susan and Lucy fell down a well and spent a fortnight wandering an abandoned mine infested with Cruels and Boggles and the People of the Toadstools. Today I finally present a small portion of that story. :)
( Whilst You and I Keep Ourselves Warm )
November was not a great writing month for me, alas, but I triumphed in the end! ...Even when the story unexpectedly decided it wanted to be songfic, what even. *hands*
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In early 2015, I made passing mention of the time Susan and Lucy fell down a well and spent a fortnight wandering an abandoned mine infested with Cruels and Boggles and the People of the Toadstools. Today I finally present a small portion of that story. :)
November was not a great writing month for me, alas, but I triumphed in the end! ...Even when the story unexpectedly decided it wanted to be songfic, what even. *hands*