Requested by @mastersurf Not sure if this qualifies as angst but writing this almost felt like it sorta might? Maybe? Just a little, nothing gut-wrenching lol Enjoy!
If only you had been a little more intuitive. If only you had remembered how bad he was at leaving things alone. You shouldn’t have listened to him when he told you to go get lunch without him and that he would catch up. You should’ve dragged him with you, refused to leave until you were sure he wasn’t going to do anything dangerous.
Maybe then you could’ve stopped it from happening. But you didn’t.
It was barely twenty minutes into lunch break when the deafening sound of a collapsing shack echoed throughout the glade. That was the second you felt your heart nearly burst out of your body.
Your feet couldn’t carry you nearly fast enough as you dashed over to the epicenter of the dreadful sound. You had expected to find the builders hurdled around what remained of the old, worn-down storage shack that everyone had long given up on trying to repair. But when you got there, you couldn’t find a single person.
While you were incredibly relieved that your boyfriend wasn’t there and didn’t need to be dug out from under the wooden wreckage, it was too soon to relax. The very thought made your fingers turn ice-cold, but there was no way he could’ve gotten out of this unscathed.
There seemed to be only one place he could possibly be now. The Med Hut.
With a deep groan and a hammering heart, you headed over to the medjacks. You were worried out of your mind for him, you had no idea how bad his injuries could be. But at the same time you felt so… so… angry.
That shack was a lost cause. The water damage from a particularly rainy week that had passed in the glade not that long ago was too severe. The wood had rotted, it was weak and easily breakable. Gally wasn’t supposed to go in there anymore, nobody was. It was beyond saving, doomed to collapse at any given moment, and you were going to let it. You and Gally had made that decision days ago. It had been agreed upon.
Yet, apparently, he had changed his mind.
Your thoughts raced - this was unbelievable. What did he think he could’ve done? Why would he go in there when he knew damn well how frail the thing was? He was always the one to put safety first, so why would he willingly put his own at such a risk? You didn’t have answers to any of those questions but you were determined to get them.
A stinging mixture of fear and fury flourished in your veins as you barged into the Med Hut, your eyes searching, frantically, for your boyfriend.
And there he was.
Sitting up right on the side of a cot as Jeff tended to the open cut on his cheekbone. It didn’t look like he had any broken bones that needed to be taken care of first, so that was a good sign, at least.
Gally’s eyes widened at your rapid entrance as he involuntarily jerked away from the medjack.
The baffled look on your face told him everything he was about to hear from you. His muscles tensed up with dread as he watched your features morph from concern to anger.
Your lips quivered, your breath leaving you in jagged pants as your gaze burned into him.
“What were you thinking?!”
You took a moment to perceive the state of him. Besides his arms being littered in scratches, a bit of blood on the corner of his mouth and the cut on his face, he looked perfectly fine. It was a relief for sure. Now you didn’t have to feel so bad about yelling at him.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” You demanded, taking a harsh step towards him as Jeff promptly stumbled out of the way before slipping out of the hut entirely, having decoded that as his cue to give you two a moment alone.
Gally shot up from the cot and though he remained still and silent, it almost looked like he was about to take a step back. His jaw clenched as he searched his mind for the right words, despite knowing there weren’t any.
“I thought I could find a way to fix it.”
“There was no fixing it, Gally! YOU KNEW THERE WASN’T! It was living out its FINAL shucking days!” You shouted, your limbs beginning to tremble as you tried, futilely, to subdue wave after wave of bubbling anger.
Gally frowned, deeply, his mouth clamping shut as he let you lash out at him. Something that was only possible with you. Other people’s displeasure had very little effect on him, if any at all. Yours, however, was a very different story. You were his girl.
His muscular arms crossed over his chest as he looked away from your penetrating glare, the foreign feeling of being backed into a corner permeating his strong bones.
“You said you were going to leave it alone! YOU PROMISED!“ Your voice was on the verge of cracking as you stepped even closer towards him, hot tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes “You could’ve been hurt, SO much worse than this!“
Your breath faltered, your chest tightening as you felt an impending sob creeping up “You could’ve… Y-You could’ve…”
Your words died in your throat as you recoiled from him. Shudders began to overtake your body as you buried your face in your palms, your tears finally spilling over.
How could he have been so careless? The hell were you supposed to do if something happened to him? You loved him, the mere thought of him getting hurt was enough to make your heart rip to shreds.
Gally watched, solemnly, as your delicate shoulders shook, quiet sobs escaping your mouth. Every inch of him wanted to rush over to you, wanted to touch you, but didn’t know if you’d allow it. He hated seeing you cry and knowing he was the reason made it a thousand times more painful.
He knew he shouldn’t have gone in there. It was a dumb impulse, a momentary lapse of judgement, and he was lucky to not have attained any serious injuries. If you had attempted to do the same thing, he would’ve probably lost his mind.
A few moments passed before your sobs gradually started growing quieter and only then did Gally finally bring himself to move.
Slowly, carefully, he got closer until he was right in front of your still slightly trembling form.
Though you couldn’t see how close he was, you soon felt it as his large calloused hands gently pried your palms away from your tear-streaked face.
“I’m sorry…”
His soft whisper reached your ears as you sniffled, meagerly. His grip on your wrists tightened ever so slightly, his head lowering until his forehead was pressed against yours.
“I’m sorry, Y/N…” Gally repeated on half a breath, your bloodshot eyes at last fluttering open as you met his wistful gaze.
A part of you wanted to stay angry at him, to pull away, leave and make him really comprehend how badly he’d screwed up. However, the bigger part of you, the one that could see every little flicker of his genuine emotion in a way nobody else could, believed that he already knew.
With one last choked whimper, you flung yourself into Gally’s arms, immediately feeling him encase you in a grip as tight as he could manage without crushing you. His warm breath washed over your neck, tickling your skin as you clung to him, relishing the fact that he was okay. He was okay, he was right there, fully conscious and mostly unharmed.
You shook your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion, cradling your head against his strong, broad chest.
“Why are you… so… stubborn?” Your exasperated whisper was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but he heard it, audibly.
The builder exhaled, heavily, as his lips brushed against your temple “Can’t always help it, baby.” He slightly drew back, attempting to meet your gaze “Hey…”
You looked up, finding his bluish-green eyes brimming with sincerity, staring into yours.
“It won’t happen again. I promise. Just please don’t shucking cry…” Gally breathed, pulling you closer into his warm embrace that felt like the only place you could stay wrapped up in for the rest of time.
Your hands clutched onto his shoulders as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his heart beating, serenely and steadily, against your own. “It better not.” - your mind echoed while all lingering tension gradually melted away from your body.
You knew he would keep his word this time. Gally wasn’t one for recklessness, and if he needed to be reminded why taking unnecessary risks was a bad idea, then today had surely done a fine job of that.
You would still keep an eye out, though. Just in case.
Hello, excuse me, coming through - I bring you more jealous Gally ♥️ Because I like it. It’s fun. Maybe I like it a little too much lol Enjoy!
The Safe Haven was growing more and more stunning every day. Thriving like the little patch of paradise it was. Neither you, nor any of your friends had ever seen anything like it, and now this place was your home. A hard-earned one, at that.
Though it was all very new, some aspects did call back to familiar times.
Much like it was in the glade, everyone did their part. Worked tirelessly and readily to make the place into something they always dreamed of.
The plantations were never at a shortage of people wanting to help in any way they could.
New huts and sheds were being built with such expert speed, it almost seemed like they were growing right out of the ground. Mostly thanks to your beloved boyfriend - the best builder the Safe Haven had to offer.
With Vince’s approval and encouragement, Gally had taken control over the construction of the place. He was in charge of what was being built, where and how. You were thrilled for him. He was back to doing what he loved, what his strong, hard-working hands were made to do. In the few months of being there, he had put together a sound team, and it was only growing.
There were plenty of newcomers, faces you hadn’t seen when you first arrived there yourselves. Every few weeks, Vince and a few others would venture out into the “old world” in search for more survivors and bring back whoever they could find.
And every other week a large bonfire was held, not only to celebrate everything that’d been accomplished, but also to welcome all the new arrivals. Another tradition that had apparently followed you all the way from the glade, not that you minded.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Vince and his friends had had a particularly fruitful trip, bringing back a whole lot of fourteen people. Most of them were young, around the same age as you and your friends, from what you could tell.
One of them had apparently taken an interest in becoming a builder as soon as they all settled in, and surely enough, he was swiftly pointed to Gally.
Though Gally tried to mask it, the spark of amusement behind his eyes was evident as he sensed how nervous the guy was to talk to him. His hand practically trembled, trying to keep a hold of the drink Gally had offered to help him relax.
“Ethan, is it?” Gally inquired, taking a seat next to him on the bench and taking a swig of the slightly bitter liquid sloshing in his mug.
The guy nodded, quickly, his eyes darting between Gally and the dancing flames of the fire “Y-Yeah, that’s me. I don’t know how much they told you - I just got here a few days ago.”
Gally scoffed with a light grin “Well they told me that much. Settling in alright?”
Ethan nodded once more “Yeah, this place is amazing. I never thought I’d end up anywhere like it…”
Gally hummed, taking another sip. He knew that feeling all too well, as did you, all of you. Whatever hell hole Vince had dug the new group out of, the Safe Haven had to be a drastic change of scenery to them.
“I take it, you’ve been here a while?”
Gally glanced over to Ethan’s question “Depends what you call “a while”. My friends and I got here about five months ago.”
“Wow…” Ethan exhaled with a small smile “You guys must have it all figured out by now, everyone knows what they’re doing.”
Gally grinned from the corner of his mouth “Pretty much.” He nodded towards a small group just a few feet away “You already know Frypan - he’s one of the reasons we don’t just have coconuts and bananas for dinner.”
Ethan let out a chuckle, finally beginning to ease up as Gally continued.
“The one next to him, with the dark hair, that’s Minho. He’s one of the Explorers. They do exactly what you’d assume from the name. Then there’s Thomas and Brenda, they’re at the armoury most of the time, but sometimes they join Minho on his outings and sometimes they even help me.”
Ethan listened closely, fascinated by the multitude of ways people could find a purpose for themselves. He still was certain he wanted to try and join Gally’s team, but it was nice to know that if he failed there, there were plenty of other options.
Then, the guy’s brows suddenly shot upwards as something else caught his attention. Or rather, someone. His eyes zeroed in on a young woman laughing chirpily at something Minho must’ve said and looking positively radiant in the warm golden glow cast onto her by the fire.
“Wait, who’s that…?” Ethan discreetly gestured towards the source of his momentary lapse of focus as Gally’s gaze landed on it as well.
The grip Gally had on his drink involuntarily tightened, his eyes flickering with something that shouldn’t have been prodded at.
Of course it had to be you. Would’ve been weirder if it wasn’t.
From time to time, Gally would catch a few other guys staring at you. Things like that couldn’t evade him in a million years. They were all newcomers - no one who actually knew Gally would be dumb enough to ogle his girl. He tried not to let it bother him. He knew you only loved him. However, more often than not, it couldn’t be helped. Gally was definitely the territorial type, especially when it came to you. Most of all, when it came to you.
Luckily for everyone involved, Gally was no longer quite as hotheaded as he was back in the glade. While he was still a force not to be messed with, he was much better at keeping his cool than he used to be.
Gally huffed under his breath, all trace of his kindling temper vanishing from his face as he spared Ethan a stoic glance.
“That’s Y/N.”
Ethan’s mouth broke out into a dopey grin as he eyed you up and down from the distance.
Gally held a short pause, fingers nonchalantly tapping on the side of his mug as he anticipated how quickly that stupid look was about to be wiped off the shank’s face.
“My girlfriend.”
“Oh…”
Gally bit back a smirk as Ethan’s expression suddenly fell, rapidly widened eyes darting to him in utter horror.
“OH…! I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t-I had no idea!” He stammered, frantically, visibly shrinking into himself.
Gally almost let out a laugh, swallowing it at the last second. He could practically see the poor guy’s life flashing before his eyes. Maybe back in the glade he wouldn’t have let something like that slide so easily, but Gally was more mature than that now. Or at least he hoped he was.
“It’s alright.” He snickered, placing an unintentionally heavy hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “You didn’t know. You do, now.”
Ethan nodded quickly, Gally’s leniency keeping him from sweating through his jacket. Still, he hurried to excuse himself.
“Definitely! Sorry, I-uh… I think I’m gonna go find my friends.”
Gally chuckled at the guy’s crooked attempt at a smile before he disappeared out of his sight.
The builder drew in a deep breath before taking another swig of his drink. It wasn’t surprising that it had happened again. But it was still annoying as all hell. Those new guys that kept showing up… He had no desire to have to approach every last one of them and state that you weren’t up for grabs. But they needed to know. No matter if they just got there last week or an hour ago.
Maybe a bit of a demonstration was in order.
Gally swiftly pulled himself up from the bench, leaving his mug behind as he strode towards you, every step echoing with purpose.
You grinned, brilliantly, at Gally’s fast approaching form, having veered away from the rest of your friends for a quick sip of water.
“Hey, where’ve you been? I was starting to miss you!” You let out a soft giggle as your boyfriend came closer. And immediately you noticed the strange glint in his eyes and the devilish smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Gally…?” You didn’t get to inquire further as his large hands scooped you up from the ground in one effortless motion, his lips crashing down on yours in a fiery kiss.
Only a short squeak escaped you before you melted into Gally, your legs wrapping around him as you returned his passion, your lips moving eagerly and seamlessly against his own. It wasn’t unusual for him to get pleasantly rough with you at times. He knew how to be that way without hurting you and he was well aware that you enjoyed that side of him. However, it was quite rare for him to handle you in such a manner in public. What could’ve brought it on…?
Finally you pulled back from the hungry kiss, your lips still tingling as you looked up at Gally, your face undoubtedly feeling hot to the touch.
“What’s gotten into you?” You panted, slightly, tracing a finger down his freckled cheek “People are gonna stare…”
Gally merely huffed, a grin curling his mouth “Great. Let them. Hope they get a good look.”
Your brows propped up at the unexpected response. It wasn’t typical for Gally to want that kind of attention on the two of you. Unless…
Realization paved your features as a breathy chuckle trailed from your reddened lips.
“Oh, I think I get what this is. Did you see some guy checking me out? Are you teaching someone a lesson, my keeper?” You grinned. Your sweet voice, dripping with underlying teasing, only added fuel to Gally’s inner burning.
His right hand gave your thigh a languid squeeze as he gazed deep into your glittering eyes.
“You just know everything, don’t you?” Gally husked, his lowered tone sending a tingle through your nerves.
“Well, not everything. But a lot. Especially if it has to do with you.”
Gally didn’t respond for a second. Only held you closer, admiring your smooth features as he lightly swayed you from side to side. He didn’t necessarily need to - you already knew you guessed right.
You shook your head, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone “Please tell me the poor guy’s still alive.”
Gally rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless “He’s fine. Got off with a warning.”
You snickered, bringing your arms around his neck. If he really wanted to show off the fact that you were his so badly tonight… very well. You could indulge him.
“Okay then… ” You murmured, your lips inching closer and craving to be back on his “Assert your claim, baby.”
Gally’s eyes flashed with determination and longing, his burly arms around you feeling like an impenetrable shield as his lips captured your own once again, swallowing your deep hum of satisfaction.
Your tough builder could get a bit possessive, there was no arguing that. It wasn’t a bad thing though, not to you.
Requested by anon. Shameless fluff, my teeth are rotting. Wouldn’t have it any other way lol Enjoy!
You and Gally were friends. That’s how it always had been, ever since he let you on his team of builders, and how you thought it always would be.
As staggering as it initially was that the rough and tough Keeper had warmed up to you, you welcomed it thoroughly.
You were comfortable in each other’s presence. Working alongside him was fun, with your lighthearted conversations and the multitude of inside jokes you had come to share. Having lunch together had become a fairly regular thing for the two of you and being in one another’s company throughout the day, even when work wasn’t involved, inevitably brought you closer.
You liked Gally very much. Admired him, even. He was strong, one of the strongest boys in the glade, which was saying a lot.
He took his job and responsibilities with utter seriousness and made sure to keep order in everything he did and everything his builders did. Whatever was made by him was sturdy, durable, safe and would probably last way longer than anyone would expect.
He was strict but he was fair. Sure, he could be a bit harsh with his criticism and you pitied any poor shank who’d find himself on the receiving end of it, but it was never undeserved.
Despite Newt’s opinion that the builders were much better with their hands than they were with their brains, you believed that was wildly false for Gally. He wasn’t dumb in any aspect. His sketches, designs and measurements were sometimes too complex for even you to understand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and he did it confidently.
As much as you enjoyed his work-focused and resilient side, his laid-back and genial one pulled you in even more. You loved seeing his boyish grins, hearing his deep laughs and snickers, watching the crease on his forehead disappear as you and him relaxed together after a long hard day.
It was also impossible not to notice how protective Gally was of you, and it wasn’t just because you were the only girl. It was because he cared. Though you already had a few months of experience working with the builders and could definitely be trusted to be left alone with your tasks, he would still keep an eye on you, just to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself.
He never let you carry anything he deemed too heavy, and every protest you had on the matter was ignored. It got a bit annoying at times, but you knew it was one of his ways of looking out for you and you couldn’t help but find it sweet.
While it was perfectly okay for him to occasionally lift you off the ground or deliver you a playful nudge, it was absolutely not okay for anyone else to try it. Whenever it looked like someone was getting a little too close, he would appear out of seemingly nowhere and immediately put a distance between you and whoever was pushing their luck. You didn’t mind it. You didn’t really want anyone except for Gally doing that kind of thing anyway.
You and him were close, you were thankful to have a friend like Gally.
Friend… He was your friend.
Just your friend.
The words that normally wouldn’t have a shadow of a doubt behind them, you now had to repeat to yourself, over and over again.
All because of one mere moment that had taken place a few days ago and refused to leave your mind since.
You and Gally had just finished putting together a new ladder and were about to head off to dinner when he suddenly stopped, his bluish-green eyes narrowing before a chuckle fell from his mouth.
“What?” Your brows propped up at him in questioning “Is there something on my face?”
He shook his head, a soft grin forming on his lips “No. Not on your face.”
And then his hand lifted, reaching to pull a spiral of sawdust out of your hair, his calloused fingers inadvertently threading through your soft locks as he did it.
It was a second. The lightest, most innocent touch. But it was at that second that you felt time stop.
You had no idea why that small gesture felt so… intimate, but it did. Your breath halted, an unfamiliar spark of warmth and excitement igniting deep within your chest as you felt blood rush to your face.
Like a gong booming through your head. Like something that had been forming, building up and simmering for months was ready to shine through, and Gally had just flipped the final switch.
His fingers were gone too quickly, the piece of sawdust floating to the ground as you momentarily locked eyes with him.
The piercing gaze that normally brought you only comfort and tranquility was now making your heartbeat quicken with an emotion you couldn’t say you had felt before. It was new, disorienting and a bit frightening. However, it was also intriguing, compelling and immensely difficult to resist.
“Hey, you alright?”
Gally’s deep voice swiftly brought you out of your trance as you managed a shaky nod before the two of you proceeded to go grab some food, all while you idly tried to ignore the hammering of your pulse.
That was the moment something in your and Gally’s relationship shifted.
Whatever that one touch of his had set off, you couldn’t shake it, and all you knew was that you wanted more of it.
The thought of romance had hardly crossed your mind before, but now every time you looked at Gally, you felt it filling your mind like a thick fog, disregarding anything your better judgement had to say about it.
Every warm feeling you had towards him had amplified, molding into something else, something beyond your control.
As you and Gally sat by each other’s side after dinner, stretching your muscles and talking about your plans for the next day, your eyes kept flickering to his face much more frequently than they used to.
His vibrant eyes, the curve of his brows, the faint freckles that dotted his skin, his lips that looked so inviting… He was handsome. Very handsome. How could you have not noticed that before…?
Your movements felt like they were being guided by some unseen force as you gingerly moved a little bit closer to him, your arm nearly brushing against his.
Gally stopped talking, his head tilting to look over to you in curiosity.
You stayed completely still, afraid to breathe as you awaited his reaction, your gaze fixated on the dancing flames of the fire you sat by.
By the sudden silence you figured he was taken aback by the closeness, but much to your relief, he didn’t seem opposed.
There was no telling what was running through his mind, what exactly he was feeling.
But when his arm moved, tentatively wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you into his side, you knew for sure what you were feeling.
The next few days passed quickly with you venturing into the new territory that laid before you and Gally.
Fleeting brushes of your fingers against his, soft nudges of your knee at lunch, your arm gently circling around his here and there.
Gally still wasn’t bold enough to initiate the contact that now felt doubtlessly more than friendly, but he never rejected or avoided it.
You realized that this was just as new to him as it was to you, so you were happy to take it at a steady pace. With every touch he returned, with every time the distance grew smaller, you felt your heart beating with unremitting hope.
Gally wasn’t pulling away. Whatever was happening between the two of you, he was leaning into it. Slowly, cautiously, but he was.
He wasn’t afraid to be alone with you.
You were on the watchtower, sitting by his side in comfortable silence, you feet dangling down as you watched the sun descend and disappear behind the giant maze walls.
He had invited you to hang out there with him before, more than once, but this time felt different.
He was close, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body as your head rested on his shoulder. Neither one of you wanted to speak first, afraid that it might disturb the serene quietude you were basking in together.
With bated breath, you trailed your fingers down to his hand, timidly tracing his rough palm before interlocking your fingers together.
Though Gally didn’t object, you could feel his form stiffen beside you, and that was enough for concern to flash across your features.
Was he uncomfortable and just couldn’t bring himself to tell you that? The thought of it worried you, you didn’t want to believe it, but you had to make sure.
Your head lifted from his shoulder as you looked up at him, searching his face for answers.
“Is everything okay…?”
Gally met your soft inquisitive gaze, giving you a firm nod “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
You shrugged, slight nervousness creeping through your veins “You seem a bit tense. I’m trying not to take it personally, but…”
Gally quickly shook his head, not letting you go on as his hold on your hand instantly tightened.
“No, no, no. It’s not you. I promise.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion “Then what is it?”
Gally huffed to himself, looking away as he struggled to find the right way to put it.
You weren’t sure what the problem was, but if you had to guess…
“Gally…” You tipped your head to the side, your eyes not leaving his face “Do you just… not like being touched?”
An unusually timid half-smile curved the corner of his mouth as he returned his gaze to you.
“I’m just not really used to it. Not like that.”
You felt your hand being given an indicative squeeze, signifying exactly what he meant.
Your features softened with an understanding smile. Of course he wasn’t used to being touched in any type of way that resembled affection. All he ever knew, just like all the other boys there, were casual claps on the back or competitive shoves in the fighting circle. This, what you were offering him, was entirely unfamiliar. He needed to be shown how nice it could feel to believe it, and you were more than willing to help him out.
Slowly, you withdrew your hand from his, only to inch upwards towards his face.
You paused there, your warm gaze lingering on his “May I?”
Gally’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his cheeks painting with pink. After a few seconds of thought, he nodded his head.
Tentatively, with all the gentleness in the world, you fingertips skimmed down his cheek in a delicate caress. A feathery light touch, but it was enough to make his mind float.
Gally’s eyes closed, his chest rising and falling evenly as he relished in the foreign but utterly pleasant sensation. A comforting warmth flourished through his body as your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, your soft palm resting on the side of his face.
He could get used to this. He could, for sure, get used to this, as long as you were the one giving him that warmth.
His breath caught in his throat as he suddenly felt a tender force press to his cheek, being gone before he could fully comprehend it.
Gally opened his eyes, finding your face just mere inches away from his, a sweet smile adorning your lips as you looked at him in a way he had never dreamed of being looked at.
The impression of your kiss burned on his cheek in the most captivating way as he reached up, his hand covering your smaller one as his heart thumped in his chest.
“You’re gonna kill me, greenie…”
His low whisper prompted a chuckle to escape your lips.
“You do know I haven’t been a greenie for about five months now, right?”
That didn’t faze the builder in the slightest, a charming grin brightening his face.
“Doesn’t matter. You’ll always be my greenie.”
A wave of heat flowed to your cheeks, your heart fluttering at his words.
Your hand lowered from Gally’s face to interlace with his calloused fingers once again, your head tucking into the crook of his neck as his muscular arm smoothly wrapped around your waist, bringing you into his hold.
One single thought occupied your mind, but in that moment, it was the only one you needed.
It’s 10 years today since the cinematic release of ‘The Voyage of The Dawn Treader’ & I can’t quite believe it. But I have kept some of my best friends in the world from these films and treasure so many incredible memories, so even though we may speak about the experiences less, I’m the luckiest… I have been able to take a piece of my Narnia with me!
I wanted to share some of those memories.
Eustace: “We spoke often of Narnia in the days that followed. And when my cousins left, after the war was over, I missed them. With all my heart. As I know all Narnians will miss them, until the end of time.
