drive-by narnia fic, votdt, warsverse

[bedlamsbard]

Line that didn't make it into this, but which I'll try and use in Dust somewhere.

Caspian/Tirian: "But you call him 'king'!"
Edmund: "I also call him 'idiot'. Actually, on second thought, I use the two pretty much interchangeably."



"Just out of curiosity," Edmund says after Caspian's taken a mouthful of wine, "did you sleep with my brother before or after you tried to kill him?"

Caspian spits out his wine all over Edmund and himself. "I didn't -- I mean -- I --" he protests as Edmund pounds him helpfully on the back. He's torn between protesting one or the other. "I didn't try to kill him," he says at last, coughing.

"Right," Edmund says, sitting back and watching him through narrowed eyes. "You just tried to have him killed. Sorry; it's been a while and I've forgotten the little distinctions. So afterwards, then."

"I didn't --" Caspian protests again, but Edmund's gaze is knowing. "How did you know?"

Edmund snorts. "I've known my brother for a very long time. You, not as long, but Peter -- Peter I know. It's unmistakable. If you want to figure out who wants to kill him, look to see who he wants to get in bed. It's not fail-proof, but it's generally a pretty good indicator."

Caspian swallows down his vague panic -- Peter is gone, and by Aslan's own word he's not coming back -- and says quietly, "How long have you known?"

"Since before the duel," Edmund says. "You're damned lucky Peter's as good as he is, because if he hadn't been, you wouldn't have lived to see the battle start. And if he'd guessed, you'd be dead and rotting and Narnia would be his again, Aslan or no Aslan."

"Why didn't you --"

"Because I know which battles my brother can win," Edmund says. "And I trust him to know too."

Comments

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

*eyes them speculatively*

three cheers for your Edmund, as always.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Warsverse Edmund? Actually notices one hell of a lot more than Petaverse Edmund. For the record.

Also, Edmund is awesome.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

All your Edmunds are AWESOME.

*coughtheywouldbemoreawesomeiftheywereseducingCaspian*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Don't tempt me. *eyes you suspiciously*

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

I AM IN TOTAL AGREEMENT WITH THIS.

Hahahah, I miss Warverse Edmund. And I haven't seen Petaverse Edmund at all....but I wanna see. :D

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Petaverse Edmund is...interesting. Not what I expected at all. He's -- less composed than Warsverse Edmund? Something like that. A lot more aggressive. He reminds Caspian of Miraz. There's some of him here (http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/318135.html?thread=2446519#t2446519); he's certainly less diplomatic than Warsverse Edmund. (Ignore the fact that my blockquotes failed miserably.)

Hell, I miss Warsverse Edmund. I should get back to Dust.

[lyamainu.livejournal.com]

I love Edmund!

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Edmund: twice as much fun as a barrel of monkeys!

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

That depends on the monkeys.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Flying monkeys? *beams*

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

Yowza. Don't mess with Edmund.

Or Peter.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Really, it's just a wise decision in general not to mess with any of the Pevensies.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

shit, does edmund, like, have no choice but to be a badass.

i agree with comments above on the monkeys and on the peter/edmund/caspian.

peter/edmund/caspian: blade, tree, overcast, treasure. go!

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I read that as *overcoat*, and this happened:

The wind was biting and cold, and beyond the shelter of the tree, the rain fell in grey sheets. The two Kings huddled into each other and Caspian realised that their strange old-fashioned clothes are much lighter than his own.

'At least it's not my fault this time,' Peter muttered into Edmund's hair. The younger king chuckled and his gaze flicked over Caspian, who felt his face heat slightly. If they were lost this time, it was his fault.

'Do you remember that great fur coat of mine?' Caspian couldn't make out Peter's eyes: his hair was plastered to his forehead with the rain, and his face was turned slightly away. 'Wasn't it a gift from the king of Archenland?'

'Honestly, Pete,' Edmund elbowed his brother, 'right now I miss my school overcoat. Or my macintosh. A mac would be perfect right about now.'

'A mac-eeen-tish?' Caspian tried the new word out. 'What sort of garb is that?'

Edmund sighed wistfully. 'A waterproof coat. Say what you like about England, it has real waterproof coats.'

Caspian frowned. 'But we have waterproof cloaks, King Edmund. Did not your brother just speak of fur?'

Now it was Peter's turn to chuckle. 'Nothing in the world smells worse than wet fur which is just warming up. And besides, we wore fur rarely in our day, out of respect to the Talking Beasts. You'd best do the same.'

'Well, then, what do you make these maceenteeshes out of?'

'Rubber,' Edmund began, 'and coal-tar naptha. You do, er, something with them, and you put it on the coat- or is it on the fabric first? Pete?'

'Don't ask me,' Peter shrugged.

'What is rub-her?' Caspian felt rather out of his depth at the moment. He had seen coal-tar, once. Who would put that on a coat?

Edmund was snorting into Peter's arm. 'I guess the ladies Telmar haven't taught him much, have they, Pete?'

Peter's gaze came to rest on Caspian, his eyes twinkling with mirth as they appraised him from head to toe. 'I'm sure Susan can make up for any deficiencies in his education, don't you think, Ed?'

Edmund was definitely smirking now. Caspian thought that, if they had some private joke, it was evidently at his expense.

'Does Susan know how to make these, er, mocentashes?' he tried, again. Caspian had no sisters of his own, and his clothing was made by the palace maids, but perhaps Queens Susan and Lucy attended more closely to their brothers' welfare.

'I doubt it,' Edmund said, dryly. Now he, too, was looking at Caspian, his eyes drifting over Caspian's arms and chest and never quite meeting his eyes. Caspian looked back to Peter, who raised his eyebrow just a little.

At that point, Caspian realised he had a full circle fur coat wrapped around himself. He shrugged it off his shoulders and held it out to the two kings.

'Forgive me,' he said, a little too formally. 'My clothes are much warmer than yours. Please, take this.'

Edmund caught hold of the end of the coat as Caspian held it out, and Peter's hand came around to pull at the edge and unfold it. The brothers wrapped the coat around themselves, and held the near edge out.

'Why don't you come over here,' Peter suggested, and there was a hint of mirth in his voice.

'Much warmer with three of us,' Edmund concurred. The edge of his smile twitched as if he wanted to laugh, and he tucked himself back against Peter in order to make room for Caspian.

~

No treasure, but then the prompt wasn't even supposed to be for me :P.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

ashj'fd;
WHEN KINGS CUDDLE
this is adorable! you win!

perhaps Queens Susan and Lucy attended more closely to their brothers' welfare.
XD!

WHEN KINGS CUDDLE!

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I apparently am on a giant cuddle-fic binge at the moment. Screw porn, I shall carve out my fandom niche writing adorable cuddling scenes.

perhaps Queens Susan and Lucy attended more closely to their brothers' welfare.
XD!

I BLAME YOU. And Bedlam, but she ALSO blames you. Three months ago I wouldn't read write or countenance the faintest hints of 'cest....

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I HIGHLY APPROVE.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I'M GLAD TO SEE IT.

I owe you truckloads of commentfic anyway :P.

[agenttrojie.livejournal.com]

You are the cuddle-queen. I dub thee Queen Ineptshieldmaid the Snugglable. May you rule wisely and well. And keep making me snort beverages out of my nose with lines like 'Say what you like about England, it has real waterproof coats.'

BTW; nitpick; their strange old-fashioned clothes are much lighter than his own. ought to be 'were', not are :)

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I am delighted to accept this title :D. And I will do my best to ensure your nasal passages are properly cleaned out with beverages.

GUH. I changed tenses about three times in the first post, clearly I missed one.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

BED LOOK WHAT I JUST WROTE IN MY ESSAY
IT STARTS WITH WEBER'S THEORY OF RELIGIOUS DISENCHANTMENT
BUT THEN

"...but it is a disenchantment that eventually and ultimately leads right back to re-enchantment, for the heart cannot truly hate that which makes it whole."

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

and then i changed it, because it is ridiculous. i am ridiculous. what if i just wrote all the papers about the applicability of sociological theories to narnia and camelot? that would be awesome. AT LEAST I THINK SO

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

you know, i kind of want to read this paper now, even though i'm sure i'm going to have no idea what it's about, like, at all.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

i think at some point during the weekend i will post up bits and pieces of it and flailwibble (FLIBBLE?!) in a disclaimery sort of way about how i am CRAAAAAAAAZYYYYYYY

IT IS CALLED
"The Adventure That Shall Fall To Us: The Sublimation of Religious Enchantment in Science Fiction & Fantasy"

CRAZY

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

OH LASS.