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Narnia! It's okay if I pretend it's about the bacchanalia.
Sufjan Stevens! It's okay if I pretend it's about Narnia. I actually love Sufjan Stevens. But he is totally singing about Narnia, if only because he is singing about Jesus. Class, raise your hands if you love Sufjan.
I have a playlist called 'foraslaaaan' (not related to the community) of songs I like to listen to when I fic. I will put this music up for ya'll someday. 'Clothes of Sand' by Nick Drake is totally Aslan's song for Susan, and I like listening to Massive Attack when mulling over Edmund. Edmund: what is it about him that recalls creepy trip-hop? I dunno, but I like it.
The LWW soundtrack is totes better than the PC soundtrack. LWW's music is pretty (omg 'Evacuating London'), but PC's music is jarring and doom-ish and kind of a mood-killer. Well, considering the movies, this isn't surprising. Also, 'Wunderkind' > 'The Call'.
Speaking of Narnia.
in-between seasons. Again for the kink meme.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liminalliz's prompt: Edmund/Jadis. pg13.
You inhale memories to exhale dreams, and at night Edmund sees her face, feels her cold fingers on his skin. She is promising him everything all over again, and he reaches for her.
It's just a dream, says Edmund-of-England, in his head. It's only in your mind. But Edmund-of-Narnia is silent; he knows that, here, shadows are more than an absence of light, and signs are meant to be followed.
Sometimes he sleeps little, but sometimes he sleeps the most out of all of them, and cannot be roused until his siblings bang on his door, yelling his name.
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"If only," Phillip whinnies, "there is a way to make oneself wake up from dreams."
"But I never realize it's a dream," says Edmund, and is secretly relieved for it. He doesn't want to discover that maybe he would choose to stay asleep.
"Trust in the Lion," says the Horse. "The Witch's hold on you will lessen in time."
It is the end of autumn: the leaves are falling, and the Dryads' songs are brittle and melancholy. A chill wind blows from the north and Edmund shivers.
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"Son of Adam," Jadis laughs, "do you fear me?"
Edmund replies, "I do not fear what I've already conquered."
And she laughs again, and he hates it. The Witch floats closer to him and Edmund lets her hold his face in her hands. Her breath is icy on his lips.
"Then," she says, "what are you doing here?"
Sufjan Stevens! It's okay if I pretend it's about Narnia. I actually love Sufjan Stevens. But he is totally singing about Narnia, if only because he is singing about Jesus. Class, raise your hands if you love Sufjan.
I have a playlist called 'foraslaaaan' (not related to the community) of songs I like to listen to when I fic. I will put this music up for ya'll someday. 'Clothes of Sand' by Nick Drake is totally Aslan's song for Susan, and I like listening to Massive Attack when mulling over Edmund. Edmund: what is it about him that recalls creepy trip-hop? I dunno, but I like it.
The LWW soundtrack is totes better than the PC soundtrack. LWW's music is pretty (omg 'Evacuating London'), but PC's music is jarring and doom-ish and kind of a mood-killer. Well, considering the movies, this isn't surprising. Also, 'Wunderkind' > 'The Call'.
Speaking of Narnia.
in-between seasons. Again for the kink meme.
liminalliz's prompt: Edmund/Jadis. pg13.You inhale memories to exhale dreams, and at night Edmund sees her face, feels her cold fingers on his skin. She is promising him everything all over again, and he reaches for her.
It's just a dream, says Edmund-of-England, in his head. It's only in your mind. But Edmund-of-Narnia is silent; he knows that, here, shadows are more than an absence of light, and signs are meant to be followed.
Sometimes he sleeps little, but sometimes he sleeps the most out of all of them, and cannot be roused until his siblings bang on his door, yelling his name.
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"If only," Phillip whinnies, "there is a way to make oneself wake up from dreams."
"But I never realize it's a dream," says Edmund, and is secretly relieved for it. He doesn't want to discover that maybe he would choose to stay asleep.
"Trust in the Lion," says the Horse. "The Witch's hold on you will lessen in time."
It is the end of autumn: the leaves are falling, and the Dryads' songs are brittle and melancholy. A chill wind blows from the north and Edmund shivers.
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"Son of Adam," Jadis laughs, "do you fear me?"
Edmund replies, "I do not fear what I've already conquered."
And she laughs again, and he hates it. The Witch floats closer to him and Edmund lets her hold his face in her hands. Her breath is icy on his lips.
"Then," she says, "what are you doing here?"
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I have massive amounts of love for both the LWW and the PC soundtrack, although I have to admit I like "The Call" better than "Wunderkind." Have you heard the "Music Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia" CD? It's maybesortakinda mostly Christian pop/rock, but pretty interesting nonetheless. (I actually have all three CDs on the same playlist; it's one of the playlists I put on when I'm writing and am getting distracted by whatever else I'm listening to, especially since I'm now on "listen carefully for fanmix music!" mode. *sigh*)
My Edmund playlist is surprisingly well-rounded. *thoughtful* And vaguely folk-like. (Compared to Peter, who's CRAZY and whose playlist reflects that. Also, I have a Peter/Narnia playlist. *stares into space*)
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Yanno, when I first started attaching to Narnia, it was mostly folky and atmospheric things, mostly instrumentals. I couldn't reconcile electric guitars and guys who can't sing with Narnia, it felt too anachronistic. I don't have character playlists, but my general Narnia playlist is still mostly soft introspective songs, 'cos I (oh le sigh) write soft, introspective fics. Like, these are how I want my fics to sound.
If you like folk-like and Narnia, check out the song 'Bridges & Balloons' by Joanna Newsom because it is ABOUT NARNIA: http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/joanna_newsom/bridges_and_balloons-lyrics-902934.html
I think it is from Susan's point of view. WHAT DO YOU THINK
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Most of what I listen to is of the folk/soft rock type, at least right now, so it's been what I've been associating with Narnia. (Although there are songs where I just imprint so strongly on, like this song (http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/does_it_offend_you_yeah_lyrics_39733/you_have_no_idea_what_youre_getting_yourself_into_lyrics_71399/dawn_of_the_dead_lyrics_773476.html), which is the ultimate Peter post-PC song, that when it came on in Borders all I could do was stand in the store and try not to cry. BECAUSE I AM JUST THAT PATHETIC. Also, this (http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/celtic_woman/the_voice-lyrics-980308.html) is totally my Peter/Narnia ballad, or my Narnia seduces Peter ballad.)
I have the Decemberists' version of that song! It came from my favorite Narnia fanmix ever. Although it's never really been a Pevensie song for me, for some reason. *frowns* Lucy, maybe.
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"I'm Still Here" (http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/tom_waits/im_still_here.html) by Tom Waits (omg <3 Tom Waits) = Pevensies/Narnia, or maybe Pevensies/Aslan. ALL Pevensies. Even Susan. This song already breaks my heart to begin with, but attached to PEVENSIES oh my. MY HEART. "Sweetness Follows" (http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Sweetness-Follows-lyrics-R-E-M/A8250F6990C8739D48256894001F6194) by REM = SUSAAAAAAAAAAN.
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*runs through Narnia-related playlists* "Perfect" (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/alanismorissette/perfect.html), Alanis Morissette -- Aslan and Peter and Susan, oh my God, in PC. "The Gambler" (http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/The-Gambler-lyrics-Kenny-Rogers/97FD2791E39C726448256951000BE2A7) -- I have the Mike Doughty cover -- which is so very much pragmatic Edmund, and "the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." And "New Thing Now" (http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/colvin-shawn/new-thing-now-10540.html), Shawn Colvin, because OH MY GOD PETER AND NARNIA AND CASPIAN AND OH MY GOD.
*cough* I could do this for a while. And you already saw my Susan mix, of course.
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You Will Be My Ain True Love (http://www.lyrics007.com/Alison%20Krauss%20Lyrics/You%20Will%20be%20My%20Ain%20True%20Love%20Lyrics.html) by Alison Kraus, I think it's flexible in its application. There's violent images of battle, but it also talks about a deeply loyal love, and that's all Pevensies. Also it sounds like both a prayer and a blessing. But it has made me think of Peter/Narnia on more than one occasion. *nudge*
WAAAAA CLOTHES OF SAND BY NICK DRAKE. I will just post lyrics here and now thank you very much BECAUSE OMG CHECK IT OUT:
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand
Who has taken you far from my land
Who has said that my sayings were wrong
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me.
Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies
To see the earth through painted eyes
To look through panes of shaded glass
See the stains of winters grass.
Can you now return to from where you came
Try to burn your changing name
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winters night.
Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me.
AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT
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YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU ARE RIGHT.
Bitches in Toyko (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/stars/bitchesintokyo.html) by Stars for Peter/Narnia/Aslan! (Worst title ever, but oh my God.
And I Want It Back (http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/colvin-shawn/i-want-it-back-10535.html), Shawn Colvin, bitter PC Peter!
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*suddenly wants to write a Wild West AU*
Oh thank god it wasn't just me. Cacti and wide open prairie and tumbleweeds and everthang. Susan running the saloon (and she has a huge rifle) and Peter being the sheriff, Edmund is deputy and the best goldurn poker player this side of the Rockies. Miraz is a corrupt railroad baron. OH MY.
Tom Waits!: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EURVEN16
all the trees of the field will clap their hands (http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/sufjan_stevens_lyrics_4540/seven_swans_lyrics_14685/all_the_trees_of_the_field_will_clap_their_hands_lyrics_170419.html) by Sufjan Stevens. Pevensies (minus Susan) post-PC, or maybe at the point of the train crash. The feel of the song, soft and acoustic and hopeful, just feels like it would be good for the train crash, in that sad and beautiful way. They are going home. OR it works equally well as a Susan-at-the-end-of-her-life song, if she's going back to Aslan.
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Lucy the cowgirl who can work a range as good as any man, Caspian the industrialist's son whose parents have just died and who now has to come out west and take the reins his father has been trusting to his brother...
If I Were Brave (http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/colvin-shawn/if-i-were-brave-10536.html), Shawn Colvin = Susan, yes/no? (Shawn Colvin is totally my Narnia singer to, like, an enormous extent.)
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And someone always answers like a martyr
Is it something you should know, did you never do your best
Would you be saved if you were brave and just tried harder
THIS part is def Susan. The martyr line especially strikes a chord, 'cos Susan doesn't let anyone make a martyr out of her. She tries her best and tries to be brave, but her siblings mistake her bravery and effort for, you know. Forgetting Narnia.
ZOMG and Sheriff Peter is like, "Think you know the lay of the land, city slicker?" And Caspian gets all indignant, 'cos he was raised in the comfortable knowledge that he is going to (and thus is capable of) taking care of business here. But Peter knows these types, strolling into town all fancy and high-falutin'. Edmund spits tobacco juice on the ground and turns to his brother, and says, "I give him three weeks, tops."
Without taking his eyes off Caspian, Peter says, "Two."
"Two and a half."
"How dare you!" Caspian sputters.
The Pevensie brothers mount their horses. The sun glitters off of Peter's sheriff badge.
Peter adds, "And stay away from my sister."
And the sheriff and the deputy gallop off into the sunset.
EXPAT!EDMUND IS MADE OF WIN
omg totally
He goes to places that seem like other worlds: places that are awash in color, places that are so hot and clammy he thinks he sweats nonstop, places that are so noisy his ears ring, places that are so quiet that it's easy pretend he is the only one alive. The desert reminds him of Calormen, and the Pacific reminds him of the eastern sea. Edmund becomes the ultimate third-culture kid. None of these places are Narnia, and sometimes this is a relief, especially when he forgets the shape of the absence in his heart: is it Narnia? Is it his siblings? Is it being king? Once, he went on safari in Africa and saw a pride of lions. His companions oohhed and ahhed but Edmund was silent, and he just watched the animals, and felt the loneliest he'd been in years.
He moves often.
He is not afraid of change.
AND OF COURSE he goes to the South Seas, to find that portal the Telmarine ancestors used to get into Narnia.
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And Miraz has a vendetta against the sheriff, of course! And Peter gets sloppy or gets betrayed and gets caught, so he's tied to a chair in Miraz's headquarters, and Miraz puts his gun in Caspian's hand and tells him to shoot Peter. Caspian freezes, fingers curled loosely around the handle of the gun -- it feels so much heavier than he imagined. Peter stares at him with flat, cold blue eyes, and doesn't say anything at all.
"What are you waiting for, boy?" Miraz says against Caspian's ear. "Don't be a baby."
Caspian's sweating so much he can barely keep his grip on the gun; he raises it, barrel shaking wildly, and points it at Peter's chest. But he can't bring himself to shoot, not with Peter looking at him like that. He doesn't think there's ever been a human emotion in Peter's eyes, and there isn't now, but it doesn't mean he's not human.
It takes a long time. Miraz says something, several times, but Caspian doesn't hear it. He finally lowers the gun. "I can't do it," he says. "I won't murder for you."
"It's too bad," Miraz says, and the gunshot goes wild because Peter throws the chair sideways suddenly into one of the men standing by him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. There's a knife suddenly in his hands and he saws frantically at the ropes binding him while Caspian struggles with Miraz, trying to wrestle the gun out of his uncle's hands.
*cough* There is a possibility I skipped over the story and went straight to the dramatic close, where of course, Peter turns to Caspian and says, like it physically pains him, "Do you want a job?" "A...job?" Caspian repeats, sick to his heart with the realization he's lost everything. "Doing what?"
"Well," Peter says, "Narnia's growing, and it's getting a little hard for Edmund and I to keep up with everything." (The town is called Narnia, of course, and Susan's saloon is Cair Paravel.) "I could use another deputy."
"Or," Edmund adds, "you could go and beg Miraz for your trust fund back."
"I don't want charity," Caspian says stiffly.
"It's not charity," Peter snaps. "It's damn hard work and I'll be working you like a dog. If you're lucky, you might even get shot again."
"Oh," Caspian says, hand going to the bandage on his arm where the bullet grazed him. "Then yes, I would like the job."
*cough*
Yesyesyes! Although now I'm kind of wondering what each of the Pevensies would be like if they'd been the one left behind. Workaholic!Peter? My Peter's either career military or turns to mercenary work -- I don't know if they had Blackwater-equivalents in the fifties-sixties, but that's what he'd be doing. For the rest of his life. Because it's the only thing he's ever been really good at, and if he's being paid for it, then he doesn't have to pretend to be doing it out of patriotism, because he's not. England isn't his country, and he doesn't feel anything towards her at all.
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AND AND AND so like one of the battles is totally Miraz drawling, "I hear the deputy is quite an accomplished poker player."
"The best in in the Southwest!" Lucy pipes up indignantly. Susan puts a hand on her shoulder and grips tightly.
"It's alright, Lucy," says Edmund, and looks at Miraz's smug smile with, like, A STEELY GLARE. "Three card brag, seven card stud, five card draw, Texas Hold 'Em. You name it."
"I'll cut you a deal," Miraz announces. "Come to my house for supper tonight, deputy. It will be better fare than the likes of which you usually tuck into, I'm sure. We will play a little poker, and we will play for the land."
"If I win, you git your goons and your fancy talk and your snake-oil negotiations and you leave Narnia," says Edmund. "You never come back again."
"But of course," Miraz replies. "But if I win..."
"You won't!" Lucy cries out.
Susan snaps, "Lucy!"
"I'm going too!" Lucy says fiercely. "I'll play poker with you, I'm not afraid."
"No," says Susan. "I'll go." And Edmund and Miraz are, like, taken aback.
"Su--" Edmund begins.
"Far be it from me," Miraz exclaims, completely underestimating her, "to deny such a lovely lady the pleasure of partaking in a little fun, hmm?" He grins unctuously at Susan, who glares at him. "Come to my house tonight, Ms. Pevensie. We shall have a lovely time." He adds, "Leave your rifle at home."
When Miraz and his retinue leave, Susan pours a drink for all of them and says, "Miraz didn't say I couldn't bring my pistol."
At Miraz's house Susan and Caspian flirt a bit and Edmund has to be like, "Sis! Focus!" But someone in the card game is being a cad and of course it ends with a lot of gunshots and people falling through windows.
Aslan... is a coyote?
I have a hard time getting a handle on Lucy, because I don't usually write her. I just know she never quite stops believing, and she misses magic. She only has the memory of the memory of magic, but how does magic feel? When she realizes she can't remember, it breaks her heart. But she never stops believing: in Aslan, in Narnia, in herself, in the world.
At the same time, I am toying with the idea that the Pevensies understand that Aslan = Jesus, and that Christianity is the way to go. So they go to church. Lucy adores it, talks about how Jesus does look like Aslan, look at his hair, etc. Edmund appreciates its solemnity, and Susan appreciates its ceremony, and Peter goes because it is his duty as Aslan's Knight. But it bores them sometimes. They pinch each other to keep awake during services. Edmund says once, "It is rather like being back at court when Peter gives one of those overlong speeches," which makes Lucy giggle and Peter smile wryly, and Susan tells him off for blaspheming. Lucy takes to wearing a crucifix; she wears it proudly. Edmund and Susan stop wearing theirs; Susan because it feels like a hollow symbol, and Edmund because he doesn't need a trinket to believe. Father Christmas never gave him a gift and he turned out alright, didn't he? The Pevensies sometimes talk about the differences between the lessons of the Bible and the lessons of their lives in Narnia, trying to reconcile the differences. Edmund knows how to distill signs and symbols, and he recognizes the value of true lies, but Susan is not as good at this as he. These discussions stay with her. She thinks about them when she is alone, when she can't sleep. She misses the echo of marble and living by the sea.
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And Peter is a Civil War vet; their parents were killed in the war and after Peter came home, he took his siblings out west to get away from the destruction wrought by the war and ended up in Narnia by accident when their wagon broke down or something. Some of the locals (the Beaver family! A nice old couple who've lived in Narnia a while now) recognized him as a good guy and begged them to stay and help free them from the White Witch's hand; Peter and her pet sheriff, Maugrim, got in a fight and Peter killed Maugrim. And Aslan is maybe the governor of the territory and he hauls the White Witch off to prison?
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OH MAN CACTUS!DRYAD
En route to the west:
The Pevensies stood on the bank of the river, eyeing the waters critically. The sun beats down on their necks, and they are hot, and dusty, and tired.
Peter is the first to speak. "I think we should ford the river."
Edmund says, "No, we should caulk the wagon and cross the river."
"I think," says Susan, "we should pay that Indian to ferry us across."
Edmund shakes his head. "We need to save our money for supplies at the next stop."
"Susan may have point," says Peter. "Besides, we already have enough food. Ed shot that buffalo a few days ago, though for some reason he could only bring back 198 pounds of it."
"But we need medicine," Edmund protests. "Lucy's already caught dysentery twice."
"Three times," calls a weak voice from the wagon.
Maybe Aslan is the town judge!
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