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afterimages [this side of the looking glass] . a narnia fanmix. peter & susan after the fall.
Instead, I will demonstrate my feelings through SONG.
I kept on coming across songs that would fit better on a Susan mix part two (augh Susaaaan). And there is maybe a Morgana mix in the making? Anyway, here are a handful of songs and corresponding microdrabbles about Peter and Susan, post-PC. Rated PG13 for implied incestuous sexings.
click to download ZIP file
1. The Ditty Bops, "Growing Upside Down"
just as the summer melts winter's ice
temptations come to tempt you twice
It's like a picture climbing out of their heads to bend their bodies to its will. She'll wait for him to meet her gaze and recognize the moment with her. When he doesn't, she won't know how to feel.
2. Devendra Banhart, "Autumn's Child"
raise your head, autumn's child
you sweet young thing
There is relief and there is dread, and there is Susan with her eyes closed and her lips parted and her fingers curling in his hair.
3. Tori Amos, "Way Down"
gonna meet a great big star
gonna drive his great big car
gonna have it all here on the way down
"What time will you be back?" Peter asks.
"When the cock crows, Father," says Susan, rolling her eyes. She kisses his cheek and slips out the door.
4. Sufjan Stevens, "Holland"
in the summer heat, I might
As she buttons up her blouse, she asks, "What is it?"
He shrugs and looks away. "Nothing," he replies, and says something inconsequential about the weather as she reapplies her lipstick.
5. Fiona Apple, "Never is a Promise"
you'll never hear the message I give
you'll say it looks as though it looks I might give up this fight
They accuse each other of the same things: childishness, tendencies towards flights of fancy, forgetting what truly matters.
"The point is that we're here," she says.
He says, "We're here, but that is not the point."
And it begins all over again.
6. Ben Folds Five, "Selfless, Cold, & Composed"
you don't owe me to be so polite
you've done no wrong
get out of my sight
She gives him the same smile she uses on the people she wants to impress and the people who want to impress her, and he wonders, When did it come to this?
7. Telepopmusik, "Stop Running Away"
all we need is peace of mind
"You ought to come out with us, Peter," she says. "You love to dance."
He shakes his head. "I used to."
"Nonsense," she laughs, and he lets her take his hand and waltz him twice around the kitchen, the steps familiar and the song only in their heads.
8. Nickel Creek, "When In Rome"
grab a blanket, brother,
so we don’t catch cold from one another
I wonder if we’re stuck in Rome
At the funeral, she thinks, I should have known.
9. Joanna Newsom, "Bridges & Balloons"
oh my love, it was a funny little thing
to be the ones to have seen
She allows herself to remember from time to time: the weight of a crown on her head and the assurance of prophecy, the constancy of love. She allows herself a few regrets, because she is only human. Her dreams still tease her sometimes, but then she wakes and the morning is pouring in through her window, and she does what she must.
I kept on coming across songs that would fit better on a Susan mix part two (augh Susaaaan). And there is maybe a Morgana mix in the making? Anyway, here are a handful of songs and corresponding microdrabbles about Peter and Susan, post-PC. Rated PG13 for implied incestuous sexings.
click to download ZIP file
1. The Ditty Bops, "Growing Upside Down"
just as the summer melts winter's ice
temptations come to tempt you twice
It's like a picture climbing out of their heads to bend their bodies to its will. She'll wait for him to meet her gaze and recognize the moment with her. When he doesn't, she won't know how to feel.
2. Devendra Banhart, "Autumn's Child"
raise your head, autumn's child
you sweet young thing
There is relief and there is dread, and there is Susan with her eyes closed and her lips parted and her fingers curling in his hair.
3. Tori Amos, "Way Down"
gonna meet a great big star
gonna drive his great big car
gonna have it all here on the way down
"What time will you be back?" Peter asks.
"When the cock crows, Father," says Susan, rolling her eyes. She kisses his cheek and slips out the door.
4. Sufjan Stevens, "Holland"
in the summer heat, I might
As she buttons up her blouse, she asks, "What is it?"
He shrugs and looks away. "Nothing," he replies, and says something inconsequential about the weather as she reapplies her lipstick.
5. Fiona Apple, "Never is a Promise"
you'll never hear the message I give
you'll say it looks as though it looks I might give up this fight
They accuse each other of the same things: childishness, tendencies towards flights of fancy, forgetting what truly matters.
"The point is that we're here," she says.
He says, "We're here, but that is not the point."
And it begins all over again.
6. Ben Folds Five, "Selfless, Cold, & Composed"
you don't owe me to be so polite
you've done no wrong
get out of my sight
She gives him the same smile she uses on the people she wants to impress and the people who want to impress her, and he wonders, When did it come to this?
7. Telepopmusik, "Stop Running Away"
all we need is peace of mind
"You ought to come out with us, Peter," she says. "You love to dance."
He shakes his head. "I used to."
"Nonsense," she laughs, and he lets her take his hand and waltz him twice around the kitchen, the steps familiar and the song only in their heads.
8. Nickel Creek, "When In Rome"
grab a blanket, brother,
so we don’t catch cold from one another
I wonder if we’re stuck in Rome
At the funeral, she thinks, I should have known.
9. Joanna Newsom, "Bridges & Balloons"
oh my love, it was a funny little thing
to be the ones to have seen
She allows herself to remember from time to time: the weight of a crown on her head and the assurance of prophecy, the constancy of love. She allows herself a few regrets, because she is only human. Her dreams still tease her sometimes, but then she wakes and the morning is pouring in through her window, and she does what she must.