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MORE FLAILING ABOUT MERLIN. Who incidentally has huge ears.
So, I watched the first four episodes online, can't yet find a working version of the fifth episode and MAN. I WANT THE LANCELOT PRETTY, NOW. Apparently he was Isaac from Heroes?? I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE, EPISODE FIVE. I will find you and your little dog too.
I wasn't part of the Xena and Hercules generation, but I kind of feel Merlin is this generation's answer to that. To anachronistic adventure fantasy starring a duo drowning in their own hoyay, that is. EVERYONE, COME JOIN THE MERLIN FLAILPARTY.
BED, this shit is kind of up your alley. I hope you watch it.
Hey, cape aside, that's like Pete and Ed's armor Arthur's wearing?
"Is it my imagination or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?"
"It's not totally horrible all the time." ESPECIALLY WHEN WE DO IT, all night long.
"I wouldn't lie to you." ...already? That was fast, guys.
This is episode two and already we have a "Merlin and Arthur against the world!"
The background music of Merlin and Arthur's breakup scene is hilariously histrionic, wtf.
"The heart cannot truly hate THAT WHICH MAKES IT WHOLE"? Are you kidding me. WOW.
Arthur is SO PRETTY. So pretty. UNGH I WANT.
Arthur/Morgana! I want to like it. But something about it is annoying. Though I am a big fan of how she can make him do anything she wants. ARTHUR. Twisted around so many people's little fingers. Like MERLIN'S. And even his father, in the 'I just want him to be proud of me' sort of way.
I am, like, in love with Arthur's panicked facial expressions whenever Merlin does something stupid and noble. WHICH HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. Arthur has to step in and verbally abuse Merlin while saving his ass, barely concealing his panic and fear and anger and LOVE. AT THE BANQUET, after Merlin makes his wild accusations, Arthur's all like let me handle this 'cos I already know how he ticks apparently. WELL THEN. And Arthur's THE FIRST AT HIS SIDE WHEN MERLIN FALLS TO THE FLOOR.
Only four episodes in and Arthur's already like, "I will go to the ends of the earth for you, Merlin! I will risk life and limb. FOR YOU."
CALLING ARTHUR'S NAME IN DELIRIOUS FEVER? WHAT SWEET NECTAR IS THIS?
WTF DINOSAURS?? Well, I guess not, but it sure as hell looked like a spinosaurus.
OH MY GOD, Merlin sending Arthur that glowing ball of light thing. Lost in delirious fevered sleep and MOANING and his first instinct is to SAVE HIS ARTHUR-KING. SAVE YOURSELF ARTHUR-KING, don't mind my dying self, and Arthur's like OH I MIND IT VERY MUCH for who will I make out with then, WHO WILLunDRESS ME.
OMG I JUST DIED. "FASTER FASTER ARTHUR" INDEED. That was PROBABLY A FLASHBACK TO A FEW DAYS AGO.
Harharhar, his father being all like, "Why do you care so much?" YEAH ARTHUR, WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH.
"Yeah, it was nothing," INDEED. You're not fooling anyone, Arthur-king. YOU TWO ARE TOTALLY LOVERRRRRS.
So, I watched the first four episodes online, can't yet find a working version of the fifth episode and MAN. I WANT THE LANCELOT PRETTY, NOW. Apparently he was Isaac from Heroes?? I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE, EPISODE FIVE. I will find you and your little dog too.
I wasn't part of the Xena and Hercules generation, but I kind of feel Merlin is this generation's answer to that. To anachronistic adventure fantasy starring a duo drowning in their own hoyay, that is. EVERYONE, COME JOIN THE MERLIN FLAILPARTY.
BED, this shit is kind of up your alley. I hope you watch it.
Hey, cape aside, that's like Pete and Ed's armor Arthur's wearing?
"Is it my imagination or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?"
"It's not totally horrible all the time." ESPECIALLY WHEN WE DO IT, all night long.
"I wouldn't lie to you." ...already? That was fast, guys.
This is episode two and already we have a "Merlin and Arthur against the world!"
The background music of Merlin and Arthur's breakup scene is hilariously histrionic, wtf.
"The heart cannot truly hate THAT WHICH MAKES IT WHOLE"? Are you kidding me. WOW.
Arthur is SO PRETTY. So pretty. UNGH I WANT.
Arthur/Morgana! I want to like it. But something about it is annoying. Though I am a big fan of how she can make him do anything she wants. ARTHUR. Twisted around so many people's little fingers. Like MERLIN'S. And even his father, in the 'I just want him to be proud of me' sort of way.
I am, like, in love with Arthur's panicked facial expressions whenever Merlin does something stupid and noble. WHICH HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. Arthur has to step in and verbally abuse Merlin while saving his ass, barely concealing his panic and fear and anger and LOVE. AT THE BANQUET, after Merlin makes his wild accusations, Arthur's all like let me handle this 'cos I already know how he ticks apparently. WELL THEN. And Arthur's THE FIRST AT HIS SIDE WHEN MERLIN FALLS TO THE FLOOR.
Only four episodes in and Arthur's already like, "I will go to the ends of the earth for you, Merlin! I will risk life and limb. FOR YOU."
CALLING ARTHUR'S NAME IN DELIRIOUS FEVER? WHAT SWEET NECTAR IS THIS?
WTF DINOSAURS?? Well, I guess not, but it sure as hell looked like a spinosaurus.
OH MY GOD, Merlin sending Arthur that glowing ball of light thing. Lost in delirious fevered sleep and MOANING and his first instinct is to SAVE HIS ARTHUR-KING. SAVE YOURSELF ARTHUR-KING, don't mind my dying self, and Arthur's like OH I MIND IT VERY MUCH for who will I make out with then, WHO WILL
OMG I JUST DIED. "FASTER FASTER ARTHUR" INDEED. That was PROBABLY A FLASHBACK TO A FEW DAYS AGO.
Harharhar, his father being all like, "Why do you care so much?" YEAH ARTHUR, WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH.
"Yeah, it was nothing," INDEED. You're not fooling anyone, Arthur-king. YOU TWO ARE TOTALLY LOVERRRRRS.
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I'm definitely holding any and all Merlin-Narnia crossover-y thoughts I've been having against the two of you, even though mine go in a very different direction.
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Commentfic is a wonderful thing! No shame to be had there. Of course, I'm the worst at finishing fic EVER and commentfic fulfills neatly my need to write without forcing me to get my crap together.
I have been daydreaming some Merlin/Narnia crossover, but instead of Golden Age Narnia its stuff where Merlin lives forever and winds up knowing the Pevensies (or at least one or two of them) in the 1940s. Everyone I've mentioned this to so far has given me a funny look. Not sure I blame them!
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OOH, that sounds interesting! 'cos merlin has seen things change over a thousand years and the pevensies, in their own way, have too. it's not that they're necessarily living in the wrong era, but that they are painfully aware of transience -- nothing stays. even their own bodies aren't the right shape. "it is a strange way to achieve eternal youth," susan would tell merlin, "and such a strange and heavy price."
edmund tells him, "the only thing that's been constant across the worlds is my family, and even then it's not the same." and merlin finds himself envying edmund this, because merlin doesn't even have that. he sees lucy's unwavering faith and misses gwen, susan's beauty and quiet anger and is reminded of morgana, and peter is so much like arthur during the last brittle days before camelot fell that merlin aches with his absence. but merlin has been reminded of his friends by all and sundry for a thousand years now, and this is no different; his body may stay the same, and epochs may erase themselves, but his memory grows and grows, swirling with memories of memories and thoughts of thoughts.
IN OTHER WORDS I ENCOURAGE YOU. do it! do iiiiiiiiit. *cheerleads*
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"Miss Pevensie, Rhys Emerson. I was a friend of your brother - of Peter." That follows, she thought vaguely. He looked roughly Peter's age, her own age. "I am so sorry for your loss. Your brother-" She might've imagined the hitch in his voice, a tiny pause easily ignored, "-well. He was a king among men." His lips quirked slightly, as if at a private joke.
Susan's eyes snapped to his, gaze suddenly sharpening at this deviation from the standard script. His eyes were a startling blue. "Yes, he truly was." Her lips felt frozen in a polite shape, something approximating the intersection of politeness and grave stoicism, and her voice sounded far away to her own ears. "Tell me, have you known Peter long?" There was something, she could not quite place...
"Oh, yes." The man nodded. "We served together, in the War."
"Ah," She nodded too, as if it meant anything at all. That explained the uniform. "Of course."
He nodded again. She wondered if anyone has ever been nodded to so often as at a funeral. "Miss Pevensie." He extended a hand to her.
"Mister Emerson." She took it, expecting to shake. Instead, he lifted it and bent his head, grazing his lips over her knuckles. His breath was warm through her gloves.
"Milady." He caught her eye and let go, head remaining bent in acknowledgement for half a beat before he straightened to walk towards the door. Susan gazed after him a moment before shaking her head and turning back to greet the next person, retreating back behind her veil and murmuring the appropriate polite and demure responses.
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i am glad to be an enabling hand in any and all merlin/narnia crossovers.
I thought that would be it, but apparently I was wrong. *SHAKES FIST*
"Out with it, Margaret, whatever you've come to say." She didn't turn, just stared at jet beading and waited.
Molly sighed. "It's- Nothing, Sue, nothing. I just wanted to see... how you were holding up. To check on you."
Susan's shoulders slumped. Molly meant well, she knew, and it wasn't helping anything to treat her poorly. She turned and crossed the room, guilt clear on her face.
"I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't mean to snap. It's just- it's hard. It's been a long day." Molly nodded understandingly, concern melting into sympathy. Susan thought she might break if one more person were sympathetic to her today, break apart or throw something or scream.
Molly reached for her hand, patting it awkwardly. "I know, Sue. And of course I'm here for you, whatever you need."
Susan pasted a smile onto her face and hoped it looked right. She couldn't be sure, grief and hours of remaining polite in the face of an overwhelming urge to scream or to sob or to somehow lash out had left her muscles aching and not a little numb, and now she didn't trust them to respond properly.
"Thank you, Molly. You're a good friend, and probably better than I deserve right now." Molly made as though to interrupt, and Susan held up a hand to forestall her. "No, really, I've been - I'm being - wretched, absolutely wretched, and after you've opened your home to me."
"Well, I couldn't let you stay in that--" Molly interrupted indignantly.
Susan smiled again, more genuinely this time. "I know. But I do appreciate it, and I want to make sure you know that. I just..." She shook her head vaguely. "I think if one more person offers me their condolences tonight I might just scream."
Molly's expression dissolved into understanding. "Of course, dear." She patted Susan's hand again, but this time it was less like she was treating Susan as if she were made of porcelein and more like normal, and her tone returned to its usual brisk efficiency. "Well, we can't have that. Why don't you come into the kitchen and I'll heat something up, and we can talk about Jimmy and Priscilla and Thomas's dog."
And this, Susan reflected as Molly puttered around her tiny kitchen, setting the kettle on and heating up the shepherd's pie a well-wisher had left earlier that day, was why it was good to have friends. Molly might sometimes be too catty, and Luce had always thought her rather frivolous (Susan's breath caught at the thought, shied away, but she forced herself to finish it anyway), but she could be counted on to be there when you needed her, with a smile and a non-nonsense approach and a ridiculous anecdote about the time Janet's aunt's parrot got loose and decided to nest in Angela's curls.
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The silence had stretched comfortably as she watched the rain streak down the glass, the lights of the city wavering strangely, like viewing it underwater, or through a fishbowl. It reminded her of ghost stories when she was young, younger than Lucy when- She cut that thought off sharply, replaced it fixedly with the first thing she thought of: "The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling".
Beside her, Molly shifted, stirring her from her reverie. "So, I meant to ask..."
"Yes?" Susan was glad enough of the interruption. Her own thoughts were minefields these days, treacherous and untrustworthy, liable to turn on her suddenly when she least expected it.
"That young man today, the one who kissed your hand?" Molly's tone held a wealth of questions.
"Oh, him." Susan was not. thinking. about. the funeral. Instead she thought about the quirk of his odd half-smile, the blue of his eyes, the way he'd described Peter as a king. "I d'know. Was a friend of Peter's, apparently. From the War."
"Ah." Molly stretched; Susan could hear her back pop. "Was a strange thing to do at a funeral, like. Do you think he was trying to pick you up?"
Susan shrugged, still thinking. A king among men, he'd said. "I shouldn't think so. Just a bit odd. You know Peter's friends." No, Molly didn't, and truthfully Susan didn't either; so much of his life had been inaccessible to her as they'd gotten older, school and the War and university all things they had not shared, full of experiences they could never have in common. Perhaps it was no wonder they had grown apart...
But Molly was nodding agreeably, as though of course they knew all about Peter and his cohorts, strange beasts whose actions couldn't be accounted for. Or maybe, Susan thought, perhaps her friend was simply being a good friend and going along with whatever Susan said. Perhaps she should think a bit less.
She put it from her mind, then, and resolved not to think any more about it for that night at least.
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is susan going to recognize magic? is it going to be merlin/susan? are they going to commiserate about PROPHECIES and DOOMED GLORY?!
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I'd say Merlin was out to collect them all, but he totally failed at that if so. ;)
Oh man, I make no guarentees that there will be more of this. It's sort of. Yikes.
Also it means I'll be up to my eyebrows in research forevermore and needing Britpicking something AWFUL.
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