movie: chronicles of narnia


Peter: it’s been a year
Me: yeah, okay

She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far round his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane. “Aslan, Aslan. Dear, Aslan,” sobbed Lucy. “At last.”
—  C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian