Queen Susan the Gentle

CHARACTER NAME: Susan Pevensie
CHARACTER SERIES: Chronicles of Narnia


Brief Background: Susan grew up in England late 1920s-40s, though she doesn't remember that. She was 12 years old in 1940 when her younger sister Lucy discovered a wardrobe that took the two of them and their two brothers, Peter and Edmund, into a magical land called Narnia, largely populated by fantastical creatures and Talking Animals. Due to a prophecy (and much to Susan's chagrin,) the four Pevensie siblings got involved in a war between the Narnians and their tyrant "Queen," a witch named Jadis. When they won, the Four were crowned Kings and Queens and Narnia.

It's been 15 years since then. Narnia is well and truly Susan's home. She has only the faintest memory of any other. She has fought, bled, wept, and worked for Narnia and is a loving Queen that seeks the best for her subjects. Though she'll be perfectly pleasant and incredibly helpful on the Danaë, she's going to want to get home as soon as she can and will do everything she can to help that. Also, I headcanon that in Narnia she's at least a little responsible for the espionage network, given that she's known for her caution and practicality, so her behavior initially on the Danaë is going to reflect that-- She won't be introducing herself as Queen Susan of Narnia, or even Susan Pevensie. She'll just be Susan, or, if pressed, "Lady Susan of the Horn." Again, she'll be very kindly & sweet! Just also very cautious and suspicious because new place, new people, and vastly different technological advances than what she knows.

[OOC]

Backtagging: Yes. I'll be doing the same.
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Fourthwalling: No, please.
Offensive subjects/triggers: Please do a warning for car accidents/self-harm. Those're my only two hard rules. Otherwise, check in if they're meandering towards more explicit sex content. Sometimes depending on my headspace I may need a bit more time/a heads up with anything in the depression/suicidal ideation/abuse (esp. emotional) range.

[IC]

Hugging this character: Not if she doesn't know your character well, and even then with the empathy bond, probably less so. The most intimate you can expect during acquaintanceship is probably a touch to the hand/shoulder, if that.
Kissing this character: It'll take some warming up to the idea! She's very conscious of her rank and even though she's hiding that rank, it's still on the mind.
Flirting with this character: Oh, definitely. She'll probably flirt, too, regardless of gender.
Fighting with this character: Not averse, but let's plan it out! I imagine this is most likely in the case of sparring lessons or some Planet Induced Shenanigans.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Mild injuries through broken bones is fine! Again, let's plan it out.
Killing this character: Nope-- except in memes/things not in game-canon
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character/Empathy bond details:  Generally she gives off a very calm vibe, at least on the surface. Depending on how intense the other emotion(s) she's feeling, they'll might drift through, especially if there's any physical contact. For particularly strong feelings, there might be a memory or two that rolls through .I'll usually discuss in prose with it being an option for your character.

As for telepathy/mind reading, I'm chill with your character picking up those surface thoughts and I'll probably do a similar thing of saying in prose what they'll find. Deeper things, let's discuss. She won't be too keen on the fact that someone can read her thoughts, though, and might ask for shielding lessons.

Warnings: I mean technically she and her siblings were child soldiers? That was a while ago from when I took her from, though, but it might come up. More importantly, a year before the canon point she's taken from she had a dalliance with a guy that turned out to be an abusive Epic Ass. It resolved before anything really awful could happen & before she was really properly committed/in a relationship and all, but it was a bad time and it shook her confidence and comes up sometimes, esp. if interactions with men drift towards romance.

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Taking him to interact with other Narnian children is not an unusual thing. He's young enough that their company is still pleasant; is still happy enough to be able to play. And it's a way of helping him love this land better, though she doubts he needs it so much now.

What is unusual is the thoughtful furrow in Susan's brow that she does her best to hide as they cheerfully bid the young Narnians farewell and head back to the Cair. What is unusual is the more circuitous path they take back to the castle, winding not entirely aimlessly through the trees towards a calm little clearing.

Her hand squeezes Mordred's slightly as they approach the destination she has in mind.

"Do you like spending time with the other children, Mordred?"

Years of waiting to make a move had led to this. Months of waiting as her body grew had led to this-- this beautiful, infinitely precious moment where she gets to say hello to her son at last.

She's exhausted beyond belief. She's overjoyed beyond all measure.

She's going to be beaming as she waves her sibling over with a hand.

"Come. Meet your nephew."

They had written to Peter, of course, soon after the Battle at Anvard had concluded and Rabadash was sent on his way back to Calormen. They hadn't expected much of a response other than the 'message recieved' one-- time was short for letter-writing in the North. They all knew that.

But Susan also knew that her brother would likely want to have words with her when he returned. So, when he did return and the feast celebrating his return had ended, Susan found herself waiting on the balcony staring into the night.

When she hears her brother's footsteps behind her, she lets her shoulders slump just slightly.

"Go on, then. Say 'I told you so.'"

Because he had told her so. And she had failed in her promise to him.