
Watched LWW today from the battle to the coronation scene. This mostly involved me flailing wildly and going 'They're so prettty!' or alternatively 'Baaaad Jadis! Stop playing with Peter!' because she so totally was during that fight scene. It was all toying with him, I tell you. Just toying! And then when she saw Aslan she gave it a proper go finally.
Then I moved on to Prince Caspian, which I am now watching. Currently, I'm reduced to just going 'eeeeeee' and 'pretttyyyyyyy'. Or alternatively, when the bad guys are around 'baaaaaad.' Glozelle, on the other hand, I just shake my finger sadly at.
Also? Peter looking up at the ruins of Cair Paravel from the sea? 'My sexy face, let me show it to you.' THIS IS WHAT HE IS THINKING.
AND OMG THE PRETTYYYY. WHY SO PRETTY PEVENVIES?
Edmund as he pulls out sword to duel Trumpkin. 'HECK YES, I HAVEN'T HAD A REAL FIGHT FOR WAY TOO LONG.'
Ahahahaha, Sopespian. I REALLY, REALLY WANT HIM TO MEET EDMUND SOMETIME. Is there fic about this? Because I want to read it. AWESOME POLITICIANS MANIPULATING EACH OTHER AND BEING ALL ULTRA-POLITE AND NICE. "Interesting, isn't it, how so many of those who question Lord Miraz wind up mysteriously disappeared or dead?" Edmund says, toying with his goblet of wine.
"And what would that have to do with me, Lord Edmund?" Sopespian inquires politely. (He totally calls him lord, just to annoy him. But Edmund never gets annoyed. He responds by calling Sopespian just Sopespian. Sopespian seethes.) "I assure you, my support lies wholeheartedly with the rightful king of Narnia."
"And that is where the rub comes in," Edmund says. "Because is Miraz the rightful king of Narnia, or is Caspian?" He tilts his head. "Or are my brother and I?" He sets his goblet down. "So many possibilities, and who to choose," he says quietly, smiling widely. "I think you'll find, Sopespian, that when three kings go against one, the three end up winning, no matter how great the odds."
"Like I said," Sopespian says. "My support is to the rightful king of Narnia." Edmund leans back in his chair in satisfaction.
"I suggest you pick the rightful king of Narnia with great care," he says casually. "There's a reason my family and I held our titles, you know." Shadowmaster, Sopespian thinks, and he breathes in sharply. "Ah," Edmund says. "I see some of our more terrifying titles have survived." He takes another thoughtful sip of his wine. "Honestly, no matter how accurate the title was, I never enjoyed being called Winterheart. Lucy got Stoneheart, that one was much more poetic, really, and just as fiting." Sopespian pales.
OMG TUMNUS' FLUTE THEME PLAYING AS IT LINGERS ON HIS CARVING. *sobs*
... Annnd Mom's home. DANGIT, I WANTED TO WATCH THE REEEST.