I stopped doing anything productive as soon as I got back to the dorms for a late dinner. I should've been asleep a few hours ago and all caught up on Lost, but alas this is not so. TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY.

Okay, drabbles! And then I sleep, I swear. All the titles are Sufjan Stevens song titles, because why not? Bed, you have seen these all before.

size too small
edmund, post-lww
( he himself has been the betrayer once )

all the trees of the field will clap their hands
susan, post-tlb
( the past is not preserved in dreams )

we won't need legs to stand
pevensies, knowing aslan by another name
( by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there )

I am in a hotel on Long Island and the hallway consistently smells of weed.

Narnia drabble dump! Actually, these are deleted scenes from previous fics. I have a Notepad file of deleted scenes to be used in future fics, but sometimes they just get dumped in a post such as this.


From to know these songs and to sing them (Peter/Susan, PG13). I didn't initially know how to end the fic, so I kept on drabbling, hoping to meander to some sort of conclusion. This is one of those drabbles.
( they talk about mundane things )


From remember me as a time of day (Anna Popplewell/Susan Pevensie, though this scene is Anna/Will. PG13). I needed to write one more scene in the 'real world' to bridge the Cair Paravel scenes. This was written, and eventually rejected maybe because it wasn't crack enough.
( war-making suits you )


From the root goes deep/on all that came before (Trumpkin, G). I'm rather fond of the Lucy and Trumpkin POVs here. I don't have a special affinity for Lucy and Trumpkin, so the writing's more straightforward and, I feel, tighter. I like the insight their POVs give. This was cut because it would just be unnecessarily belaboring Trumpkin's point, his point being that these Sons and Daughters are full of it up to the eyes.
( try to force the hand of the universe )

Hey flist, there are a couple of TV shows that look awesome and maybe I need to download them. What are your thoughts on: Waterloo Road, The Tribe.

In other news, likecharity's prompt was 'Peter/Susan/Edmund'.

Slightly different from the version I posted on the meme. I cut some things out, added some things in, and here it is.

this room has many windows
Chronicles of Narnia. Susan/Peter/Edmund. PG13. Warning: incest.
Set years after PC but before that thing. "There is a difference between forgetting who you are and forgetting what you do."
ETA: Now with bonus missing scene.

( this room has many windows )

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Someone posted a link to the German premiere of Die Chroniken von Narnia: Prinz Kaspian von Narnia and it is bizarre. The ground opens up and out gallops a MAN ON FIRE on a horse. He runs around the arena, being ON FIRE, and then he runs offstage for some reason. Presumably because he is ON FIRE. I DO NOT KNOW. Then scores of knights appear and they all fight each other, um, to the death? I'm unclear as to why. They all just die, including the horses. They have trained the horses to lie down on the ground in a death-like position. I DO NOT KNOW. MOVING ON.

I don't usually do Narnia RPF, but I've been smoking some crack, so it's alright, and this is only half RPF anyway. Title is from the Explosions In The Sky song of the same name.

remember me as a time of day
Chronicles of Narnia. Anna Popplewell/Susan Pevensie, Anna Popplewell/Will Moseley, implied Will Moseley/Peter Pevensie and EVERY OTHER COMBINATION. Rated PG13 for implicit sex and explicit crack.
In which there are dreams.

( remember me as a time of day )

Warning! Spoilers for C.S. Lewis's The Last Battle EVERYWHERE.

This is my trope. This fic was almost a Harry Potter crossover because I wanted to splice that trope with a permutation of the I Wish It Were Real trope. Thank god that didn't work out! And then I was going to have Edmund and Caspian wander around Aslan's Country's various afterlifes in a sort of crossover extravaganza, but then Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie -- who were only supposed to be there for a scene or two -- kind of stole the show.


Hereafter
Chronicles of Narnia. PG. Edmund, Caspian, and the Pevensie parents, and Susan, at the edges. Big heaping thanks to alice_pike and a flower for bantha_fodder.
Edmund and Caspian set out to explore Aslan's Country, and get sidetracked.

( Hereafter )

Much thanks to boogalooed's encouragement and girlgroovy3's firm hand. Unlike CS Lewis, Disney, and Walden Media, I neither own nor have any rights to the Chronicles of Narnia. The title is from the poem 'Two Countries' by Naomi Shihab Nye.

feather lost from the tail/of a bird
Chronicles of Narnia. Ensemble. Caspian/Susan. PG.
The lines tangle between Peter and Caspian. Four missing scenes: archery practice, Lucy left behind at the How, flying to the castle, and the aftermath of Jadis.

( The silence is awkward, but their glares are proud. )

( I watched it a second time and my brain ralphed all over the place. ) And, a second viewing also lets me see that, Lucy aside, it is Peter who misses Narnia most. Not for the same reasons though, and that's really what spurred this fic.

The last time I wrote this much in a single night, it counted for academic credit and was due the next day. Save for this prologue (which takes place before Prince Caspian), the fics are missing scenes from the movie. The forthcoming numbered chapters are only there for the sake of chronology -- 'Hidden Pictures' can be read as an anthology of one-shots that stand alone.

This chapter borrows from the apparently much-beloved "Pevensie takes up fencing but it ISN'T THE SAME" trope. The chapter title is from the poem 'Do Not Accept' by the enormously talented Yehuda Amichai.


Hidden Pictures
Chronicles of Narnia. PG.
Set some time between returning and returning yet again.

( Peter’s fist connects with the boy’s face and the sound of it isn’t nearly as loud as he wants it to be. )