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'aqua vitae', narnia, peter&susan
What the shit is this? It's got something called The Royal Journals, which I'm having trouble not finding cute, but also King Peter's Inbox, which is... I don't even know. Pevensies&Co. write each other emails. I am not even going to capslock that. I will, however, capslock ARAVIS CHATBOT.
Maybe I'll just drabble-dump for a while, 'cos I've a number of them. And I did stay up all night last night comparing and contrasting anomie and alienation for ten pages (anomie/alienation theirloveissodisconnected) AND finishing my stats midterm. That means this afternoon I get to do whatever the hell I want.
So, this next one is from when Bedlam and I commentficced her (not-technically-)AU back and forth. It's a flashback to the Golden Age, so it works on its own. It does borrow her idea of Peter developing an immunity to Lucy's cordial.
Aqua Vitae
Narnia. Peter&Susan in the Golden Age, irritable and worried and faithful. PG.
Even the cordial brought its own subtle poison: delusions of grandeur, pretensions of immortality, the excuse to always do what is Right instead of what must be done. It is dangerous for someone to think they can never die, and it was no surprise that Peter developed the strongest immunity to the cordial. When Susan found out, she was understandably far from reassured, but when she told him to be careful in the tone that meant she Meant It, he would just feel miffed and put upon.
You worry too much, he would reply.
Only because you don't worry enough.
Are you joking? I worry all the ti--
Never about the important things, however.
You would think that, of course.
What do you mean, 'I would think that'?
And they would fight some more, driven by the inevitability of duty and love, letting themselves be angry at one another. Sometimes it ended with reconciliatory kisses, sometimes with the sound of doors slamming, but most times it was a draw. Still, when Peter returned home from some battle, some siege or other, Susan had to resist the urge to run to her brother and throw herself into his arms. She knew he would have embraced her back, but she was a Queen of Narnia, not some clingy child, and someone had to keep a level head.
Maybe I'll just drabble-dump for a while, 'cos I've a number of them. And I did stay up all night last night comparing and contrasting anomie and alienation for ten pages (anomie/alienation theirloveissodisconnected) AND finishing my stats midterm. That means this afternoon I get to do whatever the hell I want.
So, this next one is from when Bedlam and I commentficced her (not-technically-)AU back and forth. It's a flashback to the Golden Age, so it works on its own. It does borrow her idea of Peter developing an immunity to Lucy's cordial.
Aqua Vitae
Narnia. Peter&Susan in the Golden Age, irritable and worried and faithful. PG.
Even the cordial brought its own subtle poison: delusions of grandeur, pretensions of immortality, the excuse to always do what is Right instead of what must be done. It is dangerous for someone to think they can never die, and it was no surprise that Peter developed the strongest immunity to the cordial. When Susan found out, she was understandably far from reassured, but when she told him to be careful in the tone that meant she Meant It, he would just feel miffed and put upon.
You worry too much, he would reply.
Only because you don't worry enough.
Are you joking? I worry all the ti--
Never about the important things, however.
You would think that, of course.
What do you mean, 'I would think that'?
And they would fight some more, driven by the inevitability of duty and love, letting themselves be angry at one another. Sometimes it ended with reconciliatory kisses, sometimes with the sound of doors slamming, but most times it was a draw. Still, when Peter returned home from some battle, some siege or other, Susan had to resist the urge to run to her brother and throw herself into his arms. She knew he would have embraced her back, but she was a Queen of Narnia, not some clingy child, and someone had to keep a level head.
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now i wonder, 'cos in this way ppl see my first draft, and as i was looking over the aslan's country fic, i began to change things in it. making the edmund/susan and lucy/susan even less overt than it already is, for example. like, there's definitely cases where i've read my friends' first draft and their final drafts, and found myself preferring the first draft because it felt more organic. i wonder if this becomes a case of that sometimes.
but seriously, i am happy that you are enjoying the commentfic seemingly as much as i am. i am greatly enjoying these things, and i recommend everyone indulge in commentfic, 'cos you don't overthink them as much, y'know? you just dash them off in a height of passion, and there it is.
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you just dash them off in a height of passion, and there it is.
yes, exactly! i recently (accidently) tried it (on the stardust/narnia crossover in fact). i was trying to express an opinion but i couldn't do it without dialog and then at the end of it all i looked at my comment and thought "i cant believe i just wrote that." and then i felt like a huge imposter because i didn't mean to infringe upon the awsomeness, i was just throwing out ideas. *facepalm* (i seem to be doing alot of facepalming lately, *sigh*)
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thanks. <3