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the handmaids... of FATE!!!! (...fate!... ate!... ate!..)
300 words of Aslan and the dragon straight chillin' after a hard day's night of smiling omnipotently and being generally inscrutable.
The Handmaids of Fate
Narnia/Merlin. Aslan, the dragon. G.
“We meet again, old friend.”
"We meet again, old friend," said the dragon, and the lion responded with a deferential nod.
"I trust you are well," said Aslan.
"As well as can be, in these conditions."
"One does what one can."
"Always. How is your charge?"
"He is learning fast. The High King of Narnia is strong in his faith. Your magician?"
"Perhaps not as faithful as your king."
The lion nodded. "Give him time. Soon he will learn the fine line between choice and duty, and learn it well. Between these two things, one can find one’s destiny, but one must have patience and faith."
"Destiny," intoned the dragon, "is indeed a difficult thing to escape."
"It might also help," Aslan added, "if you refrain from trying to bend his heart so."
"Surely I don't know what you mean."
Aslan only smiled, and it was a gentle and indulgent smile.
"Surely," the dragon went on, flicking its tail, "whatever it is you think I am doing is nothing quite like sending the wolves after your queen for the sole purpose of giving your king a chance to rescue her."
"Brother," said Aslan in a benevolent sort of way, "you misread that situation."
"How difficult it is," gushed the dragon, "to divine the hearts of gods, whose intentions are like the raindrops fallen to the sea, simultaneously vanishing and becoming something bigger than themselves."
"Gods have no intentions," said Aslan. "they only carry out the will of the Deep Magic."
"Who, then, carries out the will of gods?"
And to this, the great lion was silent, but the dragon did not begrudge him for it. They both knew the way of silence and circumvention, that sometimes the lack of an answer was the best answer of all to give.
"Who knows," Aslan eventually said, "the Deep Magic of will?"
The dragon nodded gravely. "Who, indeed."
The Handmaids of Fate
Narnia/Merlin. Aslan, the dragon. G.
“We meet again, old friend.”
"We meet again, old friend," said the dragon, and the lion responded with a deferential nod.
"I trust you are well," said Aslan.
"As well as can be, in these conditions."
"One does what one can."
"Always. How is your charge?"
"He is learning fast. The High King of Narnia is strong in his faith. Your magician?"
"Perhaps not as faithful as your king."
The lion nodded. "Give him time. Soon he will learn the fine line between choice and duty, and learn it well. Between these two things, one can find one’s destiny, but one must have patience and faith."
"Destiny," intoned the dragon, "is indeed a difficult thing to escape."
"It might also help," Aslan added, "if you refrain from trying to bend his heart so."
"Surely I don't know what you mean."
Aslan only smiled, and it was a gentle and indulgent smile.
"Surely," the dragon went on, flicking its tail, "whatever it is you think I am doing is nothing quite like sending the wolves after your queen for the sole purpose of giving your king a chance to rescue her."
"Brother," said Aslan in a benevolent sort of way, "you misread that situation."
"How difficult it is," gushed the dragon, "to divine the hearts of gods, whose intentions are like the raindrops fallen to the sea, simultaneously vanishing and becoming something bigger than themselves."
"Gods have no intentions," said Aslan. "they only carry out the will of the Deep Magic."
"Who, then, carries out the will of gods?"
And to this, the great lion was silent, but the dragon did not begrudge him for it. They both knew the way of silence and circumvention, that sometimes the lack of an answer was the best answer of all to give.
"Who knows," Aslan eventually said, "the Deep Magic of will?"
The dragon nodded gravely. "Who, indeed."
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okay, not really, but you know what i mean.
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but you might as well at this point, and soon you truly will!
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"we only think that there are many roads in life, many choices," mused xavier, "and it is only when we look behind us when we realize there has only been one choice all along."
the oracle stared at him, cradling the phone. "sooooo," she said, "does that mean you want cheese or pepperoni?"
I WISH THIS WAS A REALITY SHOW
THIS MAY BE A PROBLEM SEEING AS THEY'RE NOT REAL
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i would SO watch it. and it would EPIC in it's hilarity.
"A person's age is immaterial" dumbledore insists, "it is only when he thinks and feels that he is ageing that he actually becomes old."
"you know," gandolf says, "no matter how many times you say that, it isn't really going to make you any younger."
oh, and sorry it took me so long to reply, i thouhgt i had replied to this but it turns out i ,well, didn't.
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they can have confrontations about how they've had it, THEY'VE HAD IT, with lion fur all over the sofa, especially since the oracle is allergic to cats, and aslan is all like I AM NOT A TAME LION and the oracle is liek WHATEVS BITCHFACE I'M VOTING YOU OFF THE ISLAND and nobody likes the dragon because he eats all the food and has a creepy homoerotic fixation
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you know xavior is all complaining that's it's his turn to make dinner. "you know, i'm really busy today. i have a showdown with my archnemisis/lover eric, so i'll try to be home in time -" "do or do not," yoda interupts, "there is no try."
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omg
can you imagine him in the video confessional all like, "roommate drama. dirty dishes. aslan shedding." he SIGHS and shakes his head. "a jedi wants not these things."
WHY IS THIS NOT A SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
OMG SOMEONE WRITE THIS. SOMEONE DO IT. omg.
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i am just imagining them all sitting around playing board games. thier favorite is scrabble, because the speak in riddles the entire time and it's the only one xavior is allowed to play because he is banned from everything else. "do you have any two's?" "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY THIS GAME ANYMORE, XAVIOR!" and even when xavior doesn't play, they always acuse dumbledore of rigging the deck.
for real, I NEED IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
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to divine the hearts of gods, whose intentions are like the raindrops fallen to the sea, simultaneously vanishing and becoming something bigger than themselves
Teehee!
mortals toying with the hearts of gods
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THE STORY WHERE ASLAN AND THE DRAGON ARE BUDDIES WHO BICKER ON AN ADVENTURE
with nothing but cheesy one-liners to guide them
OR the one where they are roommates, and every argument about whose turn it is to do the dishes or take out the trash devolves into, like, YOU KNOW, "i did the dishes last time," aslan points out, "and things never happen the same way twice."
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GASP. BESTEST EVER. THESE WORDS ARE LIKE CANDY FOR MY BRAIN.
OH THE PETTY RIVALRIES OF FICKLE GODS
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and thanks!
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OH HEY SO in sociology class today my professor was talking about the trajectory of fields and the role of whateversomeshit AND SUDDENLY WAS LIKE, "so engineers are kind of like magicians" and was like WHAT and I THOUGHT OF YOU LIKE BURNING
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EVEN YOUR PROFESSOR SHIPS THEM.
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These two should not be allowed to drink together. THAT WOULD BE BAD!
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And thanks! :D
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And I've always loved the Dragon, so I believe you translated his voice very well in this small ficlit.
the last part, I would have liked Aslan to say something like "We carry out the will", but that would be...yeah.
thank you for creating such a wonderful crossover between two wonderful characters!
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