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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.
+
"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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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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