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[be_themoon]

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.

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[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

OH, PEVENSIES. Every single one of you is way too pretty to be allowed. Also, I love how sibling-like they really are in real life. They really got that dynamic down. Way to rock the casting, Andrew Adams.

ALSO. Skandar Keynes. You are waaaay to young for me to crush on you the way I do. I officially designate you "Jailbait Pevensie."

And the bad guys in this series? Better than all other bad guys. Jadis and Miraz and Sopespian all fascinate me.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

I know, honestly. They're all so pretty and they act so much like siblings, and I want Will and Anna to be in VotDT! D: (In note of which I ADORE your icon. *pets it* SO CUTE.)

OMG SKANDARRR. He is, isn't he? SUCH JAILBAIT. Have you ever read the O11 Narnia revisionism that bedlamsbard and lassiterfics did? It's really amusing.

I KNOWWWW. SUCH AWESOME BAD GUYS. They're all backstabbing, manipulating creeps who are yet almost as fascinating as the main characters. I really didn't mind having scenes with them interspersed, because they were just so GOOD.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Also, when I say amusing, I mean amusing in a Pevencestuous, touch-my-siblings-I-break-you-slowly, the-mafia-is-trying-to-kill-them-all sort of way. Of course. :P

[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

I think I've read almost everything lassiterfics has written for the Narnia fandom, but that doesn't sound familiar. Link?

And awesome bad guys are key to any good story. True fact.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

I actually found it through bedlamsbard and her Fic Roundup 2008 (which is http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/355889.html there, and you'd be surprised as to how much commentfic she's written with Lass). The O11 AU is http://lassiterfics.livejournal.com/74630.html?thread=951942 that link.

They've also written an awesome Narnia/Stardust LB revisionism commentfic together, adn Bed and I are writing Merlin/Narnia commentfic.

They corrupted me, obviously. XD

[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

Haha, oooh I have totally witnessed the Merlin/Narnia commentfic. Good times were had by all. I even participated in Merlin/Obama family commentfic. I mean, what?

Off to go be corrupted more. ;)

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Which Merlin/Narnia commentfic are you referring to? 'Cuz Lass and her did TWO. And she and I are doing one too. And that's not counting random bits, I think. O.o

YAY CORRUPTION! (also, hehe Merlin/Obama family commentfic. ... OMG, NOW I WANT TO READ IT. Linkkk?)

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Also, you have awesome icons. <333

[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

I feel like I should say thank you, but I didn't make any of the good ones.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Finding the right icons is hard work. XD I wibble so much over it.

[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

EOWYN.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

YES. I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

PRETTY ICON.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

OH I KNOW. THE TUMNUS' LULLABY IS SO FREAKING SAD. THAT AND WHEN THE GATE DROPS ON THE REST OF THE SOLDIERS AND THEY TURN AROUND TO KEEP FIGHTING. OH GOD. ♥

I am thinking of rewatching them too. OH SKANDAR. *flails*

Hahahahaha, Sopespian and Edmund meeting would be hilarious! Sopespian would totally be outmanuevered and outmanipulated by someone younger than himself and Edmund wouldn't even break a sweat. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.

(Edmund runs his finger along the rim of his goblet, feigning deep thought. "You've heard the stories, then? I thought as much. I think Lucy would have enjoyed that." He nods toward Sopesian's face. "Susan would be more secretive, but Lucy would have more fun."

What is wrong with these children? Sopespian thinks. What kind of devil-.

"Oh, and then there's Peter," Edmund throws out. "The stories? They don't even compare.")

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

*dies* SO SAD. *sniffles*

SOPESPIAN/EDMUND IS LIKE... AN OTP OF SOME SORT. Except not romantically, because Sopespian's too old and also quite straight and also kind of hates Edmund. I don't know what kind of OTP it is, just that it is.

(Sopespian regains his voice and says very firmly, "I'm afraid, Edmund, that you aren't going to change my mind."

"Oh, quite the contrary," Edmund almost purrs, leaning in closer. "I will change your mind. It's what I'm best at. It's why I'm known as Silvertongue." He reaches one finger out and taps Sopespian's wine goblet on the side. "And I have lost what compassion I may have held once, Telmarine. Your people destroyed this land, brought it to ruin, the land my siblings and I built out of our own blood and bone. Narnia wants revenge. Who am I to stop her, when I feel the same urge?" He spreads his arms open a bit and then looks at Sopespian calmly, his face eerily blank of emotion.

Sopespian can feel his mask of control slipping and curses mindlessly in his head.)

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

I know! I want to watch it tonight, but I have yet another Biology test to study for. :(

Hahah, it can be a...politically-outmanuevering-non-romantic-OTP. Y/Y?

(Edmund leans back into his chair, resettling himself. His goblet is still quite full, while Sopespian's is almost empty, drained out of nervousness. He sizes up the man opposite him: built averagely, his dark beard fringed with grey, his Telmarine armor a revolting grey-green that he supposes are the lord's colors.

Sopespian, Edmund decides, as he watches the man struggle to regain his countenance, is rather like Rabadash. Oh, he isn't Calormene and he isn't courting Susan (though if he were to, Edmund would run him through, to hell with diplomacy and Silvertongue and finesse, except he isn't Peter), but he has a sort of weasel-like quality to him, and weasels are nothing but trouble.

Edmund stares down at the deep purple contents of his goblet for a moment, and then meets Sopespian's eyes. "I will be direct, Sopespian. Where do your loyalties lie?"

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Ick, biology. I'm sorry. *pats*

YES/YES.

(Sopespian feels vaguely like a trapped rabbit under the steel gaze of the young boy before him. He's a boy, nothing more, he reminds himself, and swallows the last of his wine to gain him some time and courage.

"My loyalties lie with myself," he says coolly, and the small smile that plays over Edmund's face sends shivers up and down his spine.

"Then I'm sure you'll be more than happy to accept the proposition I have in mind," Edmund says. "As a benefit to yourself. Call it a generous gift, if you like."

"What are you offering?" Sopespian can't help but ask.

"Your life," Edmund says, and his gaze bores through Sopespian's head like a drill.)

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

I know. :( History is much cooler.

HURRAH.

(The boy, the devil-child, Sopespian amends internally, looks almost bored, slowly swilling the wine around in his goblet.

"I know the kind of man you are," Edmund drawls, not bothering to meet his gaze, "And I know that you have designs for power. It's all in your eyes, you know, and you should probably get better at hiding it. Really, asking was a formality."

Sopespian knows that he's been backed into a corner, and though Edmund is half his size physically, he makes no room for escape. "You offer me my life. What do you gain from my life?")

Yes, I am cutting it off right there, because my brain has suddenly reached a block.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

HISTORYYYY.

("Your cooperation," Edmund says very calmly. "You see, Sopespian, Miraz is a much more dangerous man than you, in the end. Heartbreaking, isn't it? But he has the throne. You could never have the throne, not the true throne. And there he sits on it. It must be such agony for you to watch." Sopespian scowls furiously at him.

"What would you know?" he says. This boy must not know he has the upper hand. "You're just a boy." Edmund laughs.

"I have lived two lives in two worlds, and built an entire nation with nothing but blood and sweat and bone and my siblings," he says. "I have made treaties and dealt peace, and brought down lords far mightier than you, Lord Sopespian. And now I am offering you your life, not out of any kindness, but because we need you to do a job. Be grateful.")

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

YES.

(Sopespian can do nothing but sit and stare (hopefully with his mouth closed). This boy, this pale, dark-haired boy, was a king? Oh, he knows the fairytales, but they're just that. Fairytales. Fantasies.

Impossible, he thinks, as a small part of his brain remembers the stories of the High King and his family. He remembers one of the maids telling him about the great, golden High King, when he was very small.

But what kind of mad scheme was this? Four children, the eldest of whom was more than half his age, ruling a country?

"Don't look so suprised, Sopespian," Edmund says. "All myth is part-truth, and in our case, myth is truth.")