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be_themoonSooo. I like Legend of the Seeker! Or at least, parts of it. I like Merlin and Supernatural better, I think, because they consistently turn out really good episodes, but about half of Legend of the Seeker's episodes are at least watchable, and there's several quite good ones. Also, Richard is very cute. *wisenod*
I need to wriiiite. But what?
If you give me prompts from shows/books I like, there's a possibility I'll write them. <333
I need to wriiiite. But what?
If you give me prompts from shows/books I like, there's a possibility I'll write them. <333
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:15 am (UTC)How about a private moment between Arthur and Morgana before Morgana leaves Camelot for good? Or maybe the beginnings of the Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot thing. Or Merlin/Morgana, the student surpasses the master! OR EDMUND/JADIS, recidivism!
Sorry, I got carried away.
Edmund/Jadis, recidivism. <333 I might end up doing Merlin/Morgana too. XD
Date: 2009-04-14 03:11 pm (UTC)The relief that follows isn't completely unexpected.
*
He still dreams about her sometimes, all ice and snow. He carries her touch within him always, and here in Narnia it is harder to shake off, to remember for the second time she does not hold me.
This is the familiar pattern, the blame he held within for so long, the way only Peter and Lucy can burn it away from him, the way when Susan looks at him she is almost the same because she knows she would have done the same.
But Peter isn't burning bright enough to make the shadows go away, and Edmund isn't sure even now he wants him to.
*
This is Narnia. The endless circles, the way everything turns into itself, the taste of sunshine in your mouth not enough to dispell the touch of ice that burns your body, the way math doesn't add up because 11 + 15 should not equal 11 again.
And the way he can remember Turkish Delight even now, and the way her furs were never really warm.
Narnia is reaching back and never really knowing what you're going to find, and looking forward and knowing that it is just the same.
Narnia, despite it's cruel circles, is home.
*
He expected this, he realizes as he sees Peter staring at her. He expected her to try at least once more for them, because she is bound to Narnia's circles to.
He stabs and drives the blade home, but he knows Narnia.
This circle will come around again, he thinks, and he doesn't feel disappointed, only ready.
Re: Edmund/Jadis, recidivism. <333 I might end up doing Merlin/Morgana too. XD
Date: 2009-04-14 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-14 06:49 pm (UTC)ALSO, AHA. YES, Seeker is just 'YAAAY FANSERVICE!' and I'm sitting there all amused.
Also, I do not know if this is an addendum or something else entirely. *shrugs*
*
He doesn't even realize that he's been carrying the tension with him this whole voyage until they are in Aslan's country and she still isn't there and that's not right because there are circles, things are supposed to remain the way they were and always have been.
He fights down the panic and bottles it up, and he is more tense than he has been before because at least he knows Jadis and that he will defeat her, and that even if she returns she brings with her only the familiar.
The unknown enemy is the one that scares him, and so he welcomes the first snow back in England with all the intensity of the anger he once felt for her.
This is a circle, too, he thinks, and is content.
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Date: 2009-04-17 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 06:19 pm (UTC)Also do you have an ff.net account because someone on there named Lassiter posted the awesomest Edmund/Jadis fic. SO PRETTY.
... I need to stop rambling.
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:04 pm (UTC)Regarding that fic:
1. If you're interested in the DVD commentary for it, it is here. My first and so far only commentary, that!
2. Soapboxing via cracked out outtake. Edmund as ruthless neoliberal.
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Date: 2009-04-19 04:48 pm (UTC)DVD commentary, WIN. Also, hehe, Edmund as ruthless neoliberal. *pats Edmund* He's so adorable sometimes, even when he's being scary.
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:51 am (UTC)so much plot, so little space. Character deaths, drunkenness, gore.
Date: 2009-04-14 02:56 pm (UTC)They're on their way to the Cair within an hour, two of the Royal Guard their only escort.
There's no news when they get there, and no one to gree them.
*
Susan, Lucy thinks, would drink with Peter, and they'd end up falling asleep together, forgetting everything for one blissful moment. Edmund would be able to pull him together, keep the wounds from gaping so openly. She can do neither, only watch as he tries to drown himself in the whiskey he found in the Professor's study.
When he offers her some, she sits down and upends the bottle, draining it, and then considers.
"More," she says, holding out her hand, and they drink together, wearing their wounds like a matched set in a horrible dream.
This will all be over when we wake up, she tells herself, but she doesn't pinch her arm.
Their mother arrives the next morning, frantic.
They have nothing to tell her.
*
Susan blows her horn, but there is no answer. She winds it at sunrise, at sunset, at high noon. She tries it at all three on every day of magic, at the solstices, the new moons, the full moons. For months all Narnia hears it, and then she stops.
They hang Rhindon in the small treasury, with Peter's shield beside it, Lucy's cordial and dagger facing it across the room. Susan leaves her bow and quiver in the treasury, but she hides her horn, and Edmund doesn't find out where. They seal the door with magic and don't go back.
The Telmarines invade within the year.
*
Peter's nightmares get worse after he's sent back to school against his mother's wishes. No one can soothe him, and when his roommate tries Peter comes within a hair's-breadth of breaking his neck.
For the first few days, he hears Susan's horn often, but within three weeks it stops sounding, and he has not even that small comfort.
Technically he's not an alcoholic. Wine here isn't really strong enough to get him drunk.
*
Part 2
Date: 2009-04-14 02:56 pm (UTC)When Edmund wakes up, everything is dark around him. He can hear shallow breathing beside him, and the echoing ring of Susan's horn like a remembered ringing in his ears.
"Susan," he whispers, and stretches his hand into the darkness, finding hers. It's smaller than he remembers.
"I'm all right, Edmund," she says. "I shouldn't be, though. We were dying."
"I was dead," Edmund points out wryly. "And I think a few years older." He looks upwards. "Stars," he says. "Let's wait for dawn and see where we are."
They sit in the darkness and wait.
*
Peter can feel the earth shifting beneath his feet, and the air burns into his lungs with all the cruelty he has come to expect of Narnia.
He looks along the beach and then up to the cliff, holding Lucy's hand tight in his own, and his heart stops because up there on the cliff, framed by the blue sky and the white ruins, are two people who have been waiting for him to come home.
He runs, and Lucy follows.
The two people wait, as they have for a lifetime or two.
*
They don't know what to say, so they pretend this is all normal, but when the first forced chatter dies down, Edmund squares his shoulders.
"Peter, I think someone blew Susan's horn and it called us back. All of us," he adds, looking around the circle. "Susan and I died however long ago it was when the Telmarines invaded."
Peter just nods, his eyes drinking them in.
"Peter," Edmund says, and his voice breaks. "I don't think Susan and I have long. The horn's magic can't keep us here forever." Peter bites his lip, anger and loss in his eyes, and then all four of them are hugging, a mass of tangled arms and limbs and bittersweet joy.
*
"I won't survive this battle," Edmund says as he sharpens his sword, not able to look up.
"I know," Peter says. "I figured it out too. Once the battle is won-"
"=Susan and I are released," Edmund says.
They don't have anything else to say.
*
Lucy doesn't have to look at Peter to know that he won't survive the battle either. None of them will, she thinks, and is surprised to find she can think it calmly.
They belong together.
*
Caspian finds the first body five minutes after he starts looking. Susan's lips are bright red with blood, her hair matted and her eyes closed. A mace has crushed her chest, and Caspian knows even before he checks that there is no pulse.
"My lord!" someone calls, and Caspian follows the voice to where two great cats hold the last guard over the body of Edmund, his throat slit and his eyes closed.
They find Lucy in the river, carried over in the last rush to battle the remains of the Telmarine army.
They find Peter last, four arrows in his chest and at least five other wounds on him. His hair is crowned in blood, but like the others, his face looks at peace.
Re: Part 2
Date: 2009-04-15 01:10 am (UTC)haha i was thinking more "edmund doesn't die and get to go to narnia at the end of the last battle" but THIS. THIS IS BETTER. guuurl you need to write more now, kthx.
THANK YOU, BB.
ugh now i want to write edmund getting left behind. BRB PLOTTING.
Re: Part 2
Date: 2009-04-15 01:35 am (UTC)Yayyy! I'm glad you liked it. I almost want to turn it into a 'verse, but OMG the angstttt. It would be too much for me. Nonetheless, I'll probably end up writing bits and pieces of it.
Especially the one stuck in my head where, y'know, Edmund and Susan die. Awww... *pets darlings* Also the one where someone calls Edmund High King and he FLIPS and SHIT HITS THE FAN.
DO ITTT. DO IT DO IT. I WILL READ. <333