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I started this fic some time ago partly out of a fit of "OMG NARNIA DESTROYS MY SOUL WITH ITS DESPAAAAIR D-: i must write something happy before i STAB SOMEONE". So. This is not the Aslan's Country of Where No Carnation Fades or Hereafter.
The title is from Sufjan Stevens's song of the same name, which I can't not think of as a "Susan returns to Aslan's Country" song. Hear/download it here [lyrics]. OH SUFJAN STEVENS, WITH YOUR JESUS ANGST, AND YOUR CURMUDGEONLY SONGS OF GRACE. There's a part of me that wants Susan to just move on and forget this whole stupid Aslan business, but, there's also a part of me that wants Pevensie reunion cuddles at the end of all things. Forsooth these two fates of Susan tear me asunder.
all the trees of the field will clap their hands
Narnia. Susan. G. 1251 words.
Susan, and the end and beginning of everything.
( and i heard from the trees a great parade / and i heard from the hills a band was made )
The title is from Sufjan Stevens's song of the same name, which I can't not think of as a "Susan returns to Aslan's Country" song. Hear/download it here [lyrics]. OH SUFJAN STEVENS, WITH YOUR JESUS ANGST, AND YOUR CURMUDGEONLY SONGS OF GRACE. There's a part of me that wants Susan to just move on and forget this whole stupid Aslan business, but, there's also a part of me that wants Pevensie reunion cuddles at the end of all things. Forsooth these two fates of Susan tear me asunder.
all the trees of the field will clap their hands
Narnia. Susan. G. 1251 words.
Susan, and the end and beginning of everything.
( and i heard from the trees a great parade / and i heard from the hills a band was made )
