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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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