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narnia drabble dump
an ounce of prevention. edmund, the narnian central intelligence agency, pg.
Edmund was late for the briefing.
“My apologies,” he said, as all faces in the antechamber turned to him. “We ran into an unexpected situation on our return.” He strode to the center of the room where Oreius and the High King stood.
“I came this close to sending Inaxia out to look for you,” muttered Peter so that only Edmund can hear.
“Don’t belittle me, brother,” said Edmund, not without a smile.
There were fresh spatters of blood on Edmund’s clothes but no one commented on it, and all were quiet as they listened to the news the Just King brought.
+
Corialis was a Hawk of the Western Wild. She was noble in spirit, a brilliant strategist, and a dear friend of King Edmund’s. One became used to the majestic bird swooping down from the heavens at great speed, to alight with unexpected grace on the king’s proffered arm.
“Greetings, my friend,” said Edmund.
“Sire,” replied Corialis with a deferential nod of her head, and began to talk softly in his ear.
The courtiers came to associate King Edmund with the beat of wings.
+
“Secret passageways?” Edmund’s brows furrowed. “In Cair Paravel?”
“It is said the fourth king of Narnia began the project to allow favored Naiads and Dryads passage to his chambers without being spotted by the queen,” Tumnus explained. “The passageways were then added to by subsequent generations. It is a well-known legend.”
“Legends,” Edmund mused, “have a dangerous way of becoming reality, in this day and age.”
It took months of searching, old magic, new magic, and vague excuses about the security of Cair Paravel’s structural design before Edmund, Tumnus, and Corialis found themselves at the edge of the royal gardens, studying a stone trapdoor that until a minute ago had been buried under a meter of dirt.
“You may go,” said Edmund over his shoulder to a pair of Moles. “Thank you for your services.”
“It’s not where the old king’s map said it would be at all,” said Tumnus, frowning at the parchment in his hands.
“Well, then,” said Corialis from the branch overhead, “we’ll have to make a new map.”
[end.]
our enemies. susan, g.
Jokes about bloodshed and conquest made Susan cringe.
“It’s uncouth and disrespectful,” she would chide. “As kings and queens of Narnia, we should respect even our enemies, or forgive them if the situation warrants it.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” they would say, but Susan had fought in fewer battles than them, and the arrogance of experience had closed their ears.
[end.]
the empty world sings For the kink meme.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whoajessica's prompt: Peter/Lucy, trapped in a cabin the mountains during winter. pg13.
The winter reminds them of the first winter, those many years ago, and they take turns distracting each other from memories.
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Peter stares out into the snow and does not look up when he feels Lucy's hand on his shoulder. "They'll find us soon," he says. "Ed knows these northern mountains well, after the campaign against the giants."
"And he is not afraid of the winter," adds Lucy.
"No," Peter murmurs as she slides her arms around his waist. "He is not."
+
"Aren't you cold, Lu?"
She doesn't answer. There is something in her eyes and her silence that unsettles him, but he can't quite say what or why. Lucy just holds out her hand, and he takes it, and she pulls Peter to her and she is warm, so warm.
+
"We are running low on food," Lucy points out.
"We'll toss a coin," says Peter, "and the loser gives up a leg for a stew."
She laughs. "Oh, but we are both horrible cooks."
There are many kinds of hunger, and eventually they feel each one of them.
+
Lucy begins, "Do you think Aslan will--"
"No," Peter replies flatly.
They do not mention Aslan again.
+
They huddle together for warmth, but can't quite stop shivering anymore. Lucy holds her brother's hands in her own and breathes on them, but they remain cold and his fingers taste like snow.
"I hope Ed comes soon," Lucy whispers.
Peter kisses the top of her head, and Lucy tugs him down to kiss the corner of his mouth, and for a long time they say nothing more.
[end.]
So, Narnia kink meme. Write me Edmund/Susan and I will love you forEVER.
Recs of a Narnia nature: Check out that great poem at the end. / Awesome Susan&Lucy, but mostly Susan. / Susan haunted by Jadis, being superawesome.
Recs of an other nature: omg mirrormask?!?! / Jem and the Holograms!: Rio is CONFUSED. / Harry Potter: Padma/George and omg science/magic. MADE OF 100% WIN.
Edmund was late for the briefing.
“My apologies,” he said, as all faces in the antechamber turned to him. “We ran into an unexpected situation on our return.” He strode to the center of the room where Oreius and the High King stood.
“I came this close to sending Inaxia out to look for you,” muttered Peter so that only Edmund can hear.
“Don’t belittle me, brother,” said Edmund, not without a smile.
There were fresh spatters of blood on Edmund’s clothes but no one commented on it, and all were quiet as they listened to the news the Just King brought.
+
Corialis was a Hawk of the Western Wild. She was noble in spirit, a brilliant strategist, and a dear friend of King Edmund’s. One became used to the majestic bird swooping down from the heavens at great speed, to alight with unexpected grace on the king’s proffered arm.
“Greetings, my friend,” said Edmund.
“Sire,” replied Corialis with a deferential nod of her head, and began to talk softly in his ear.
The courtiers came to associate King Edmund with the beat of wings.
+
“Secret passageways?” Edmund’s brows furrowed. “In Cair Paravel?”
“It is said the fourth king of Narnia began the project to allow favored Naiads and Dryads passage to his chambers without being spotted by the queen,” Tumnus explained. “The passageways were then added to by subsequent generations. It is a well-known legend.”
“Legends,” Edmund mused, “have a dangerous way of becoming reality, in this day and age.”
It took months of searching, old magic, new magic, and vague excuses about the security of Cair Paravel’s structural design before Edmund, Tumnus, and Corialis found themselves at the edge of the royal gardens, studying a stone trapdoor that until a minute ago had been buried under a meter of dirt.
“You may go,” said Edmund over his shoulder to a pair of Moles. “Thank you for your services.”
“It’s not where the old king’s map said it would be at all,” said Tumnus, frowning at the parchment in his hands.
“Well, then,” said Corialis from the branch overhead, “we’ll have to make a new map.”
[end.]
our enemies. susan, g.
Jokes about bloodshed and conquest made Susan cringe.
“It’s uncouth and disrespectful,” she would chide. “As kings and queens of Narnia, we should respect even our enemies, or forgive them if the situation warrants it.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” they would say, but Susan had fought in fewer battles than them, and the arrogance of experience had closed their ears.
[end.]
the empty world sings For the kink meme.
whoajessica's prompt: Peter/Lucy, trapped in The winter reminds them of the first winter, those many years ago, and they take turns distracting each other from memories.
+
Peter stares out into the snow and does not look up when he feels Lucy's hand on his shoulder. "They'll find us soon," he says. "Ed knows these northern mountains well, after the campaign against the giants."
"And he is not afraid of the winter," adds Lucy.
"No," Peter murmurs as she slides her arms around his waist. "He is not."
+
"Aren't you cold, Lu?"
She doesn't answer. There is something in her eyes and her silence that unsettles him, but he can't quite say what or why. Lucy just holds out her hand, and he takes it, and she pulls Peter to her and she is warm, so warm.
+
"We are running low on food," Lucy points out.
"We'll toss a coin," says Peter, "and the loser gives up a leg for a stew."
She laughs. "Oh, but we are both horrible cooks."
There are many kinds of hunger, and eventually they feel each one of them.
+
Lucy begins, "Do you think Aslan will--"
"No," Peter replies flatly.
They do not mention Aslan again.
+
They huddle together for warmth, but can't quite stop shivering anymore. Lucy holds her brother's hands in her own and breathes on them, but they remain cold and his fingers taste like snow.
"I hope Ed comes soon," Lucy whispers.
Peter kisses the top of her head, and Lucy tugs him down to kiss the corner of his mouth, and for a long time they say nothing more.
[end.]
So, Narnia kink meme. Write me Edmund/Susan and I will love you forEVER.
Recs of a Narnia nature: Check out that great poem at the end. / Awesome Susan&Lucy, but mostly Susan. / Susan haunted by Jadis, being superawesome.
Recs of an other nature: omg mirrormask?!?! / Jem and the Holograms!: Rio is CONFUSED. / Harry Potter: Padma/George and omg science/magic. MADE OF 100% WIN.