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"when it was difficult to let go", narnia, pevensies, pg
It's one thing to waste time doing something enjoyable and eventually realize you're fucked, but it's that much more frustrating when you're wasting time doing something distinctively UNenjoyable. Like being bewildered at your statistics homework and hoping that staring at it in horror will eventually make it comprehensible. So, ON TO MORE ENJOYABLE THINGS.
Seeing as I have no time to do a cumulative recs post, let's try one rec per post, chipping away at it and such. And All Our Yesterdays is Peter/Susan in England, trying to keep it together and falling apart, as a Peter/Susan in England is wont to do.
I am planning to do a couple of drabble-dumps at some point, but I think this one is long enough to merit its own post.
five times in england when it was difficult to let go
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lettersandliars, who knows who didn't start the fire. Pevensies post-LWW. Pevencest if you squint.
1. in london, the first time the train came to take them away to school (back from the countryside, from the refuge of each other and the quickly fading memory of another life). the train doors slide open but the pevensies stand rooted to the platform, as if unsure or maybe unwilling, because stepping on that train means facing all sorts of things they didn't have to, didn't used to have to. edmund cracks a joke about algebra professors, susan wonders aloud whether the weather will improve, and lucy holds on tight to peter's hand as the crowd moves around them, and no one will remember later who says "can't miss the train now" but it's peter who moves as if in response. he kisses lucy's forehead and embraces susan, and the girls attack edmund with hugs until he's red with embarrassment and peter exclaims, "come on!" and they jump onto the train as the doors slide close. they watch their sisters shrink into the distance as the train picks up speed, lucy waving frantically, susan standing straight-backed and still.
and then they are gone.
2. when they can't sleep, especially the first few weeks after the return.
3. when they can't sleep, especially after the first few weeks after the return, when they don't feel as comfortable seeking solace from each other in the middle of the night, not anymore, not here. it comforts lucy to think that maybe this isn't a sign of disintegration, that maybe they all just need to be alone, to mourn in their own way.
4. the first time it snows in england after the return, and lucy says, "it's just like--"
"no it isn't," edmund snaps, so lucy talks about something else instead, but she sidles closer to him on the sofa and rests her head on his shoulder as she does.
5. when susan tells lucy about her first kiss with robert cowan from st. thomas and makes her promise not to tell. but lucy tells peter and edmund finds out, so susan gets angry and edmund makes merciless jokes about robert as lucy, wide-eyed, claims, "but i didn't tell anyone! just peter and edmund!"
peter says to susan, "it's not your first kiss though."
susan doesn't hear him, or acts like she doesn't, tells them they are all very immature people who need to learn to respect other people's privacy. her voice is rising, edmund starts yelling back, lucy is agitated, but out of habit they hold their tongues when peter tells them to.
"susan can do as she likes," peter finally says. "it is a new age after all, after the war."
susan, still flustered, looks at peter, unsure of what to say, of what to do. "thank you," she manages, with a slight bow of her head.
"my lady," peter replies without thinking, bowing his head as well.
Seeing as I have no time to do a cumulative recs post, let's try one rec per post, chipping away at it and such. And All Our Yesterdays is Peter/Susan in England, trying to keep it together and falling apart, as a Peter/Susan in England is wont to do.
I am planning to do a couple of drabble-dumps at some point, but I think this one is long enough to merit its own post.
five times in england when it was difficult to let go
Narnia ficlet for
lettersandliars, who knows who didn't start the fire. Pevensies post-LWW. Pevencest if you squint.1. in london, the first time the train came to take them away to school (back from the countryside, from the refuge of each other and the quickly fading memory of another life). the train doors slide open but the pevensies stand rooted to the platform, as if unsure or maybe unwilling, because stepping on that train means facing all sorts of things they didn't have to, didn't used to have to. edmund cracks a joke about algebra professors, susan wonders aloud whether the weather will improve, and lucy holds on tight to peter's hand as the crowd moves around them, and no one will remember later who says "can't miss the train now" but it's peter who moves as if in response. he kisses lucy's forehead and embraces susan, and the girls attack edmund with hugs until he's red with embarrassment and peter exclaims, "come on!" and they jump onto the train as the doors slide close. they watch their sisters shrink into the distance as the train picks up speed, lucy waving frantically, susan standing straight-backed and still.
and then they are gone.
2. when they can't sleep, especially the first few weeks after the return.
3. when they can't sleep, especially after the first few weeks after the return, when they don't feel as comfortable seeking solace from each other in the middle of the night, not anymore, not here. it comforts lucy to think that maybe this isn't a sign of disintegration, that maybe they all just need to be alone, to mourn in their own way.
4. the first time it snows in england after the return, and lucy says, "it's just like--"
"no it isn't," edmund snaps, so lucy talks about something else instead, but she sidles closer to him on the sofa and rests her head on his shoulder as she does.
5. when susan tells lucy about her first kiss with robert cowan from st. thomas and makes her promise not to tell. but lucy tells peter and edmund finds out, so susan gets angry and edmund makes merciless jokes about robert as lucy, wide-eyed, claims, "but i didn't tell anyone! just peter and edmund!"
peter says to susan, "it's not your first kiss though."
susan doesn't hear him, or acts like she doesn't, tells them they are all very immature people who need to learn to respect other people's privacy. her voice is rising, edmund starts yelling back, lucy is agitated, but out of habit they hold their tongues when peter tells them to.
"susan can do as she likes," peter finally says. "it is a new age after all, after the war."
susan, still flustered, looks at peter, unsure of what to say, of what to do. "thank you," she manages, with a slight bow of her head.
"my lady," peter replies without thinking, bowing his head as well.
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(i've just realized i've never written anything about edmund that wasn't golden age. i don't want him to be sad and homesick!)
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<333 MOAR PLZ
man, all i do is write about their homesickness. my default fic mode is mopey. hmm, and about memory, that word (and 'remember') comes up a looooot in my narnia fics.
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ahaha, i am wayyyy long-winded. my favorite words are 'warm' and 'sleep' and 'sun' and i am very obvious about it.
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lucy and the mundaneness of her fierce love <3