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OH SNAP.

Yay for remembering that I'd actually named the distance between Arn Abedin and Cair Paravel in "Ere Yet We Loose the Legions"; I was going to end up killing something if I'd really had to write Peter, Tirian, and Eustace glowering at each other for six days, which is what I had it down initially as in Dust 7. It's three days ride in "Ere Yet We Loose the Legions", which Peter remarks to Eomer when he's making his decision to put up the Rohirrim for a few days.

*thoughtfully* This is going to be one of those chapters. Maybe I'm starting in the wrong place -- somewhere other than leaving Arn Abedin, I mean. Closer to Cair Paravel, where stuff actually starts happening. I've got a Peter POV and two Tirian POVs, and I switched back to Peter after the two Tirian false starts, but I'm pretty sure I do want the Tirian POV.

*sigh* This would perhaps work better if I didn't have to write a paper this weekend.

and then there was commentfic

In which Lass and I lock Peter and Edmund in a closet and there is porn.

Also magic. Mostly porn.

Because we are insatiable.

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*blinks*

Suddenly I desperately want the story where, for whatever reason, Edmund has to pretend to be Peter. I mean, I don't know plot or anything -- I think it takes place during the year and a half Peter is missing -- but I know it involves Edmund and Susan trying to do the diplomatic thing with someone who will only deal with the High King, and for whatever reason, they can't let him know that Peter is unavailable.

And the only image I have is Edmund standing in front of a mirror and adjusting Peter's crown, saying to himself, "I am the High King of Narnia."

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Suddenly I don't know what I want more: Peter as Lara Croft or the Pevensie version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith...

No, the latter one. Family reunions are the tensest thing ever, where Susan and Lucy sit on the one side of the table and Peter and Edmund sit on the other and they pick at their food and try to figure out ways of saying, "Hi, we kill people for a living. And what have you been doing with your lives, sisters mine?"

"How's work?"

"Oh, we're making a killing."

And then there is ASS-KICKING.

On the other hand, Peter could totally be Lara Croft.