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[The Golden Compass] drabble: This Universe We Cannot Control
Title: This Universe We Cannot Control
Fandom: The Golden Compass
Notes: for the January 1st theme at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days. I'm late, like everything I do, so I can't crosspost this to the community. No spoilers for those who've only watched the movie.
Words: 483
Summary: The journey is not over yet, but Lyra and Roger find time to enjoy a spot of peace.
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Remembering Billy hurt. It made her want to hold on to Pan and never let go. The sight of Billy without his daemon had chilled her to the bones like no snow or cold weather could have ever done. To live without her daemon--she could never survive that. Why were they doing something so cruel? Because of Dust?
What was Dust?
She nuzzled closer to Iorek Byrnison's warm body, her quiet sigh coming out in white puffs. Roger's hand was entwined with hers, and together they kept quiet in the peaceful darkness that had descended upon them in the back of Lee Scoresby's balloon. They were far, far away from the ground, but Lyra had never felt safer in her life.The horrendous chill that had come over her felt like part of an entirely different world now that she was in the very real presence of her friend Roger. She had rescued Roger as promised and had no intentions to ever let him suffer such a gruesome fate. They were together again. They were safe. Roger was safe. She was bringing Lord Asriel what he needed. That was what the alethiometer told her. She belonged here and this was what she was meant to do.
"Lyra, are you awake?" came Roger's questioning voice.
Pan fluttered at the sound, his tiny wings of his moth form tickling her ears. She squeezed Roger's hand in response.
Roger squeezed back.
"I've been wondering," came his hesitant voice in the dark, just slightly louder than the biting wind. "How do you know where Lord Asriel is?"
Though she could not see his expression, Roger no doubt had on his puzzled frown, the one he wore whenever one of the scholars spoke with a word too big for Roger to understand.
"It's the alethiometer that I was entrusted with. It shows the truth," she answered. "Well, I heard from Mrs. Coulter first, but I checked."
And now, he'd wrinkle his nose. "Alethiometer? Where'd you learn such a big word? And you say you're not a lady!"
"I'm not!" She whispered fervently but inwardly glad for the revival of their silly squabbles. She had missed them. Behind her, her comfortable, white and fluffy pillow snorted at her denial. Did Iorek think of her as a lady too? She was no lady! She was nothing like Mrs. Coulter and her silken monkey. Mrs. Coulter, who stopped at nothing because of Dust. Cutting away a child's daemon couldn't be the right way! Lyra had the feeling that Lord Asriel had the answers. He was a scholar and was so knowledgeable about Dust, always experimenting. If only she could reach him, everything would make sense. There would be no more pointless Cutting then.
She pulled out the golden instrument, her finger resting on the cool surface. This was all it took.
She flipped open the lid, the magical glow from the compass illuminating her impish smile.
"Want me to show you how it works?"
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New year...I want to write more and improve. I want to dedicate at least an hour to writing, even if I can't finish anything in an hour. It'll be good exercise for putting my thoughts down.
Fandom: The Golden Compass
Notes: for the January 1st theme at
31_days. I'm late, like everything I do, so I can't crosspost this to the community. No spoilers for those who've only watched the movie.Words: 483
Summary: The journey is not over yet, but Lyra and Roger find time to enjoy a spot of peace.
-----
Remembering Billy hurt. It made her want to hold on to Pan and never let go. The sight of Billy without his daemon had chilled her to the bones like no snow or cold weather could have ever done. To live without her daemon--she could never survive that. Why were they doing something so cruel? Because of Dust?
What was Dust?
She nuzzled closer to Iorek Byrnison's warm body, her quiet sigh coming out in white puffs. Roger's hand was entwined with hers, and together they kept quiet in the peaceful darkness that had descended upon them in the back of Lee Scoresby's balloon. They were far, far away from the ground, but Lyra had never felt safer in her life.The horrendous chill that had come over her felt like part of an entirely different world now that she was in the very real presence of her friend Roger. She had rescued Roger as promised and had no intentions to ever let him suffer such a gruesome fate. They were together again. They were safe. Roger was safe. She was bringing Lord Asriel what he needed. That was what the alethiometer told her. She belonged here and this was what she was meant to do.
"Lyra, are you awake?" came Roger's questioning voice.
Pan fluttered at the sound, his tiny wings of his moth form tickling her ears. She squeezed Roger's hand in response.
Roger squeezed back.
"I've been wondering," came his hesitant voice in the dark, just slightly louder than the biting wind. "How do you know where Lord Asriel is?"
Though she could not see his expression, Roger no doubt had on his puzzled frown, the one he wore whenever one of the scholars spoke with a word too big for Roger to understand.
"It's the alethiometer that I was entrusted with. It shows the truth," she answered. "Well, I heard from Mrs. Coulter first, but I checked."
And now, he'd wrinkle his nose. "Alethiometer? Where'd you learn such a big word? And you say you're not a lady!"
"I'm not!" She whispered fervently but inwardly glad for the revival of their silly squabbles. She had missed them. Behind her, her comfortable, white and fluffy pillow snorted at her denial. Did Iorek think of her as a lady too? She was no lady! She was nothing like Mrs. Coulter and her silken monkey. Mrs. Coulter, who stopped at nothing because of Dust. Cutting away a child's daemon couldn't be the right way! Lyra had the feeling that Lord Asriel had the answers. He was a scholar and was so knowledgeable about Dust, always experimenting. If only she could reach him, everything would make sense. There would be no more pointless Cutting then.
She pulled out the golden instrument, her finger resting on the cool surface. This was all it took.
She flipped open the lid, the magical glow from the compass illuminating her impish smile.
"Want me to show you how it works?"
-----end
New year...I want to write more and improve. I want to dedicate at least an hour to writing, even if I can't finish anything in an hour. It'll be good exercise for putting my thoughts down.
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You should read the book if only for the ending! I thought the movie was great...except for the ending. It was abrupt and a little misleading. X3;