procrastination prompts

[bedlamsbard]

Wow. I can't believe my mindset is currently at, "If I can't have all this crap packed in an hour, I don't deserve to live."

Again: I cannot possibly need all these clothes.

Also: I cannot guarantee when or if any of these will be written, but I'll take prompts for commentfics becauuse I really am just in that sort of mood. (And because for some reason they're easier to concentrate on than, uh, actual fic.) Narnia only, please.

Comments

Re: er, I don't think you requested this, but -- warsverse background, *not* warsverse

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I just really wanted to write slash, and Caspian's...Caspian. And one of these days I shall have to write angry Peter/Caspian. *cough* Er. Thank you?

*scowls* I don't remember where I left off. And I don't remember what post it was, either, so I can't go look it up. And it's not on my computer anywhere, because that was before I started putting commentfics in KeyNote.

*offers teeny bit of Peter/Edmund instead*


When he wakes up, back aching from the stone floor, it's to find Peter beside him, face down in the tangle of blankets he's pulled off his bed. Edmund pushes himself up on one elbow, staring at the bruises on Peter's back, palm prints and fingerprints that are still dark and ugly.

He didn't put them there.

There are more bruises on Peter's arms and thighs, and for the life of him, Edmund can't remember if they were there last night or not. They're too small to be from his hands.

"Pete," he says, quiet and reluctant, since he doesn't want to wake his brother up but he has to.

Peter's eyes snap open, fingers clenching as he reaches for a knife that isn't there. A moment later he winces, but when he looks at Edmund his eyes are -- marginally -- saner.

Re: er, I don't think you requested this, but -- warsverse background, *not* warsverse

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, you're welcome and THANKS SOME MORE. If it got lost in the flailing of my comment, what I meant to express is that I like the Peter/Edmund you wrote, which is cool, because I don't like a lot of the Peter/Edmund I read. I DO want to like it, though! Gah. Post-battle P/E, reaching out to wipe blood from the other's face. Minotaur blood tastes strange. Battle in the veins, the rarefied air cleansed of so much life. The clarity is fleeting; soon it is drowned by the buzzing of flies, the stench, the carrion birds. "I can't wait to go back to Cair Paravel," the High King mutters.

OR LIKE. Peter's study is locked but those secret passageways, you know? Edmund appears in his study like some ghostly apparition, 'cept not a ghost, just a brother, but Peter has grown used to it. "I wish you wouldn't do that," says Peter, not looking from treaties and maps and notes. "I am getting the distinct feeling you are just showing off." Edmund brings news from the North; his spies have sniffed out the seeds of insurrection. The brothers talk in low tones in the dim light, and Peter just raises his eyebrows and leans back in his chair, contemplating the map and juxtaposing the new information. "This changes everything," he says, and Edmund says, "Yes, I thought it might. Are you so hasty to judge my interruptions now?"
Peter says, not without a smile, "I still think you are showing off. Are you expecting a reward?" And because Peter has been poring over papers for hours, he says, "Let us share wine--" but when he turns his head, Edmund is gone.
What a show-off.
The High King returns to his work. Edmund will return when it is time. He always does.

OH PETER. I will make you sleep with EVERYONE.

Re: er, I don't think you requested this, but -- warsverse background, *not* warsverse

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

EEE Peter/Edmund!

OH PETER. I will make you sleep with EVERYONE.

Even Lucy?

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

Even Lucy.

Re: FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Oh, I remember that! Uh, now.

What about Caspian? You haven't done Caspian yet, have you? *encourages*

What about Aslan?

Re: FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

Caspian was actually one of the first ones Peter wanted to sleep with! Not that it worked out. That was the first Narnia fic I ever wrote, back when I thought I was going to be writing buttloads of Peter/Caspian. Reading it now, I can sort of see Peter/Susan subtext... kind of like shipped Peter/Susan before I even knew I ship Peter/Susan.

PETER/ASLAN. That I have not ventured into. I have thought about a Lucy/Aslan... Hmm. I'm going to put these on percolate.