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NO PSYCH FIC HERE, SORRY
This is how I got my name, but now I'm reading Psych fic and it's is giving me a nominal crisis. It's $15 for a rename token so FUCK THAT, and I don't want to go through the hassle of making a new account. I can just change my name without changing my account, I guess, but dammit, all these options just sound like giving in so I will do NONE OF THEM. I will stand my ground. TAKE THAT, PSYCH.
AND NOW... a drabble dump!
Susan knows he can do much more than he shows her, and a host of suitors and lovers have taught her to recognize when someone is in her bed for more than mere caresses. She doesn't press him – Susan trusts he will reveal himself in time.
So it is that one day he tells her, “I hear you are in possession of a pair of rings…”
And she falters.
This was a deleted scene from 'Salva Veritate'. Cut because I didn't want to reason out why Tom doesn't just kill Susan in the first place.
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"Oh sister, what cares have we about the games little boys play?" Lucy giggles, and Susan replies, "No care, none."
"Well," says Edmund. "Carry on, then." He steps aside and watches his sisters stumble arm in arm through the corridor and turn the corner, their breathless laughter fading. He shoots Tumnus a sidelong glance. "How much did they drink?"
"As much as I did, sire," Tumnus replies affably.
Edmund frowns. "What have...? Did they...?" He hesitates. "They haven't been...?"
"Nothing I wouldn't have done myself, sire."
Edmund leers at him, but the faun is scrutable.
"...I'm going to bed," Edmund finally says.
"A wise idea," Tumnus agrees. "Good night, your majesty."
"Shut up, Tumnus."
Originally commentfic from when I was challenged to write Susan/Lucy because I never have.
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She goes to places that seem like other worlds: places that are awash in color, places that are so hot and humid she thinks she sweats nonstop, places that are so noisy her ears ring, places that are so quiet that it's easy pretend she is the only one alive. The desert reminds her of Calormen, and the Pacific reminds her of the eastern sea. Susan is at home everywhere because she is at home nowhere. None of these places are Narnia, and sometimes this is a relief, especially when she forgets the shape of the absence in her heart: is it her siblings? is it Narnia? is it being queen? Once, she went on safari in South Africa and saw a pride of lions. Her companions oohhed and ahhed but Susan was silent, and just watched the animals, and felt the loneliest she'd been in years.
She moves often.
She is not afraid of change.
Originally commentfic and originally Edmund, back from when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bedlamsbard and I were AUing what if it was the other Pevensies who got left behind instead of Susan. But I think it's kind of appropriate for Susan too.
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Takes place the night after Edmund catches Susan and Peter in bed.
As they run through the passageways, they think three steps ahead. Lucy didn’t call out to Peter to stop. She didn't need to. She was deciphering his movements from the echo of his steps, and he was doing the same to her.
The passages were dimly lit, and he stumbled in the sections where the torches had gone out altogether. He did not stop. Susan’s rooms weren’t that far off from here, and he should, as with all things, just see this through to the end.
Next to the secret door that lead into Susan’s wardrobe, Lucy waited, leaning against the wall.
“That was a good chase, wasn’t it?” she said, smiling softly.
Trying not to pant and stumble as the blood rushed to his head, he managed, “Yeah.”
“It was fun.”
Peter tried leaning against the wall also, but this just made him dizzy. He stood straight again. Lucy offered him a skin of water and, after only hesitating a little bit, he took it and gulped.
“Ed’s told me lots of things to say to you,” said Lucy. “I won’t repeat them all.”
“Thanks.”
Cair Paravel having secret passageways is one of my favorite bits of fanon, but I cut this scene because I realized I had no idea what Peter and Lucy are going to say to each other."
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Deleted scenes from 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak':
Peter kisses her forehead. "Keep Edmund out of trouble."
"I know for a fact you told Edmund to keep me out of trouble," Susan smiles.
"Trouble from Queen Susan the Gentle? Never." They embrace, and he says, "Have a safe trip. We'll miss you."
Susan cups his face in her hands, whispers, "I'll try to miss you when I have time."
And Peter laughs. "Be off with you!"
Everyone finishes up their farewells and finally it really is time to go. As they leave the gates of Cair Paravel, Susan spots Peter watching from his balcony and points him out to Edmund.
"Doesn't he have better things to do?" asks Edmund.
"Just wave, you curmudgeon."
"He won't see us, you know," he mutters.
But they wave anyway and, to Susan's delight, Peter waves back.
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It's still Edmund and Susan, but the first line is a response to Bedlam's response to the previous drabble, which was, "Why such a curmudgeon, Ed?"
"I am not."
"You are. Come here. Share this wine with me."
"We've just entered the desert, and wine only further dehydrates you."
"Come here, you curmudgeon."
"Stop calling me that!"
"I'll stop calling you that when you stop acting like it."
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Susan wakes at dawn and Edmund is not lying next to her. She wraps a cloak around herself, and emerges from the tent into the chill air and the blue light of almost-morning. There are footprints in the sand that lead from the tent to the top of a nearby dune. She hesitates -- Edmund has always liked solitude more than she does -- but she finds herself stepping in his footprints anyway, following them, following him.
"Su," Edmund greets her.
"Is this a late night for you or an early start to the day?" she asks.
He doesn't answer her. They stand side by side and watch the sun rise in silence, except for when Edmund asks Susan if she slept well, and she replies yes, yes she did.
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"I am happy. Quite happy, actually.” She kisses his cheek, as if to prove it. Edmund responds by tugging hard on her braid, and she shrieks. Wine spills everywhere and Susan finds herself on the losing end of a tickling fight, laughing and gasping and indignant and demanding that Edmund stop.
“That is no way for a king to behave,” Susan snaps, when Edmund finally does stop.
“I am your brother as well as a king, and I may tug your hair whenever I like.”
She glares at him. “No, you may not.”
Edmund just chuckles, uncowed, and pours them both more wine: a peace offering. She accepts, and they move on.
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After the dance, they bow to the crowd and each other. Edmund offers Susan his arm, and as they walk back to their seats, Susan says quietly, "Nicely done, brother. You only messed up twice." And smiles at their hosts.
later--
Susan laces their fingers together, but Edmund soon finds out this is a trick for getting them onto the floor one more time. "I've already fulfill my dancing quota," Edmund reminds her, but Susan just laughs and says, "Don't be such a baby." He puts his free hand on her waist, she puts hers on his shoulder, and then she stands on her toes to kiss his cheek. "For luck," she smiles. "Thank you," says Edmund, and also kisses her forehead, and adds, "That's for impending revenge."
The music starts, and they dance.
"Wreak your revenge if it pleases you," Susan grins. "You don't frighten me, Ed."
"I know," Edmund replies. "It's frustrating."
AND NOW... a drabble dump!
Susan knows he can do much more than he shows her, and a host of suitors and lovers have taught her to recognize when someone is in her bed for more than mere caresses. She doesn't press him – Susan trusts he will reveal himself in time.
So it is that one day he tells her, “I hear you are in possession of a pair of rings…”
And she falters.
This was a deleted scene from 'Salva Veritate'. Cut because I didn't want to reason out why Tom doesn't just kill Susan in the first place.
+
"Oh sister, what cares have we about the games little boys play?" Lucy giggles, and Susan replies, "No care, none."
"Well," says Edmund. "Carry on, then." He steps aside and watches his sisters stumble arm in arm through the corridor and turn the corner, their breathless laughter fading. He shoots Tumnus a sidelong glance. "How much did they drink?"
"As much as I did, sire," Tumnus replies affably.
Edmund frowns. "What have...? Did they...?" He hesitates. "They haven't been...?"
"Nothing I wouldn't have done myself, sire."
Edmund leers at him, but the faun is scrutable.
"...I'm going to bed," Edmund finally says.
"A wise idea," Tumnus agrees. "Good night, your majesty."
"Shut up, Tumnus."
Originally commentfic from when I was challenged to write Susan/Lucy because I never have.
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She goes to places that seem like other worlds: places that are awash in color, places that are so hot and humid she thinks she sweats nonstop, places that are so noisy her ears ring, places that are so quiet that it's easy pretend she is the only one alive. The desert reminds her of Calormen, and the Pacific reminds her of the eastern sea. Susan is at home everywhere because she is at home nowhere. None of these places are Narnia, and sometimes this is a relief, especially when she forgets the shape of the absence in her heart: is it her siblings? is it Narnia? is it being queen? Once, she went on safari in South Africa and saw a pride of lions. Her companions oohhed and ahhed but Susan was silent, and just watched the animals, and felt the loneliest she'd been in years.
She moves often.
She is not afraid of change.
Originally commentfic and originally Edmund, back from when
bedlamsbard and I were AUing what if it was the other Pevensies who got left behind instead of Susan. But I think it's kind of appropriate for Susan too.+
Takes place the night after Edmund catches Susan and Peter in bed.
As they run through the passageways, they think three steps ahead. Lucy didn’t call out to Peter to stop. She didn't need to. She was deciphering his movements from the echo of his steps, and he was doing the same to her.
The passages were dimly lit, and he stumbled in the sections where the torches had gone out altogether. He did not stop. Susan’s rooms weren’t that far off from here, and he should, as with all things, just see this through to the end.
Next to the secret door that lead into Susan’s wardrobe, Lucy waited, leaning against the wall.
“That was a good chase, wasn’t it?” she said, smiling softly.
Trying not to pant and stumble as the blood rushed to his head, he managed, “Yeah.”
“It was fun.”
Peter tried leaning against the wall also, but this just made him dizzy. He stood straight again. Lucy offered him a skin of water and, after only hesitating a little bit, he took it and gulped.
“Ed’s told me lots of things to say to you,” said Lucy. “I won’t repeat them all.”
“Thanks.”
Cair Paravel having secret passageways is one of my favorite bits of fanon, but I cut this scene because I realized I had no idea what Peter and Lucy are going to say to each other."
+
Deleted scenes from 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak':
Peter kisses her forehead. "Keep Edmund out of trouble."
"I know for a fact you told Edmund to keep me out of trouble," Susan smiles.
"Trouble from Queen Susan the Gentle? Never." They embrace, and he says, "Have a safe trip. We'll miss you."
Susan cups his face in her hands, whispers, "I'll try to miss you when I have time."
And Peter laughs. "Be off with you!"
Everyone finishes up their farewells and finally it really is time to go. As they leave the gates of Cair Paravel, Susan spots Peter watching from his balcony and points him out to Edmund.
"Doesn't he have better things to do?" asks Edmund.
"Just wave, you curmudgeon."
"He won't see us, you know," he mutters.
But they wave anyway and, to Susan's delight, Peter waves back.
+
It's still Edmund and Susan, but the first line is a response to Bedlam's response to the previous drabble, which was, "Why such a curmudgeon, Ed?"
"I am not."
"You are. Come here. Share this wine with me."
"We've just entered the desert, and wine only further dehydrates you."
"Come here, you curmudgeon."
"Stop calling me that!"
"I'll stop calling you that when you stop acting like it."
+
Susan wakes at dawn and Edmund is not lying next to her. She wraps a cloak around herself, and emerges from the tent into the chill air and the blue light of almost-morning. There are footprints in the sand that lead from the tent to the top of a nearby dune. She hesitates -- Edmund has always liked solitude more than she does -- but she finds herself stepping in his footprints anyway, following them, following him.
"Su," Edmund greets her.
"Is this a late night for you or an early start to the day?" she asks.
He doesn't answer her. They stand side by side and watch the sun rise in silence, except for when Edmund asks Susan if she slept well, and she replies yes, yes she did.
+
"I am happy. Quite happy, actually.” She kisses his cheek, as if to prove it. Edmund responds by tugging hard on her braid, and she shrieks. Wine spills everywhere and Susan finds herself on the losing end of a tickling fight, laughing and gasping and indignant and demanding that Edmund stop.
“That is no way for a king to behave,” Susan snaps, when Edmund finally does stop.
“I am your brother as well as a king, and I may tug your hair whenever I like.”
She glares at him. “No, you may not.”
Edmund just chuckles, uncowed, and pours them both more wine: a peace offering. She accepts, and they move on.
+
After the dance, they bow to the crowd and each other. Edmund offers Susan his arm, and as they walk back to their seats, Susan says quietly, "Nicely done, brother. You only messed up twice." And smiles at their hosts.
later--
Susan laces their fingers together, but Edmund soon finds out this is a trick for getting them onto the floor one more time. "I've already fulfill my dancing quota," Edmund reminds her, but Susan just laughs and says, "Don't be such a baby." He puts his free hand on her waist, she puts hers on his shoulder, and then she stands on her toes to kiss his cheek. "For luck," she smiles. "Thank you," says Edmund, and also kisses her forehead, and adds, "That's for impending revenge."
The music starts, and they dance.
"Wreak your revenge if it pleases you," Susan grins. "You don't frighten me, Ed."
"I know," Edmund replies. "It's frustrating."
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Susan is at home everywhere because she is at home nowhere. None of these places are Narnia, and sometimes this is a relief, especially when she forgets the shape of the absence in her heart: is it her siblings? is it Narnia? is it being queen?
I love this! Oh, Susan. I keep thinking, well, someday I will get tired of reading about Susan but it has not happened yet. (I had a long talk once with someone about how Susan is the only one of the four who can forget, because the others are too tied up in Narnia. Although possibly book!Peter, I think, might have been able to do it.)
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I think this is my favorite part. Even though she kind of should be
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susan holds her own. or tries to.