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bedlamsbard) wrote2009-03-22 11:52 am
bedlamsbard) wrote2009-03-22 11:52 am
two scenes from the Casverse: Peter/girl!Caspian, Susan/girl!Caspian, Peter/other
There are two scenes from the Casverse (I gave up on finding a name and we shall just go with Cas! Which is a nickname. For something we don't know. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deepad's suggestion) that I have actually written, and they are the most awkward scenes ever.
"I promised you a real wedding and a real bed," Peter says, shutting the door behind him. Cas can still hear the raucous sound of the party going on down below, faint with distance. "By Telmarine standards," he adds, watching her with dark eyes.
"Thank you," she says, but her gaze keeps flicking nervously to the bed and then away.
Peter steps toward her and cups her cheek in one hand. He kisses her slow and absolutely certain, tongue brushing velvet-rough against hers. Cas clutches convulsively at the front of his shirt, barely aware of Peter steering her backwards to the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of it, she freezes.
"It's all right," Peter says, quiet and soothing. He strokes a hand through her hair, pulling the pins out. They clatter to the floor, almost too loud for Cas to stand.
He pulls back from her frowning a little. "Husband," she says, testing the word on her tongue. She's been waiting for this day her whole life, and yet --
"Wife," Peter returns. He kisses her again, reaching around for the buttons on the back of her dress. Cas lets him, shiveirng a little as his thumb brushes down her bare skin. Peter kisses the side of her neck as he pushes her dress down over her shoulders.
And this bit, which is later -- there's some intimation of location, if only because Peter and Susan and Cas and some of the army are tramping around from noble to noble trying to rally support to Cas, so they're not set up in one place.
Peter comes back to her with the bitter taste of someone else's sweat drying on his skin, slipping silently into their be without an apology or an explanation. Cas never says anything, just offers her body up to him without a word. He usually does nothing, just smiles a little, a pale shadow in the darkness of whatever room they're in this week, and kisses her before wrapping an arm around her waist and going to sleep. Cas lies awake, listening to her husband breathe, and smells sweat and sex beneath the lighter floral scent of soap.
Aunt Prunaprismia used to tell her this was going to happen. It's different for men, she'd said. They take their pleasures where they will and we can do nothing. You may be glad of that someday.
She's not sure whether she's glad of it or not. Peter touches her from time to time, light and absolutely certain, and it's good, it's fabulous. Cas arches up into his hands and mouth, gasping and clutching at his shoulders, his back, his hair, hoping that if she holds on long enough and hard enough he won't feel compelled to spend his nights in someone else's bed -- although at least he always comes back to hers.
Susan's kisses are warm and generous, lingering longer than a sister's should. Her hands are smoothly callused, a little rough against Cas's skin, and her lips are chapped when she brushes them across Cas's breasts. She spends hours just kissing Cas, everywhere except her lips and the space between her legs, until Cas is tight and aching and comes just from Susan's breath on her clit. She leaves Cas's bed in the space before Peter comes in, kissing Cas goodbye before she dresses and goes out the bedroom door.
Once she left late, or Peter came back early, and they met in the outer room. Cas remembers sitting up in bed and clutching the sheets to her bare breasts, thinking, But he knows, he knows, because the sheets always smell like her and Susan and because sometimes, when they're dressing in the morning, Peter's eyes skate over the love bites Susan has left. But the only thing that had happened was that Peter had, "Su," and Susan had said, "Peter," and there had been a long, mostly silent moment before the outer door had opened and closed again. Peter hadn't said anything when he'd come in, just kissed the spot on her neck where Susan had sucked a red mark before undressing and climbing into bed.
deepad's suggestion) that I have actually written, and they are the most awkward scenes ever."I promised you a real wedding and a real bed," Peter says, shutting the door behind him. Cas can still hear the raucous sound of the party going on down below, faint with distance. "By Telmarine standards," he adds, watching her with dark eyes.
"Thank you," she says, but her gaze keeps flicking nervously to the bed and then away.
Peter steps toward her and cups her cheek in one hand. He kisses her slow and absolutely certain, tongue brushing velvet-rough against hers. Cas clutches convulsively at the front of his shirt, barely aware of Peter steering her backwards to the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of it, she freezes.
"It's all right," Peter says, quiet and soothing. He strokes a hand through her hair, pulling the pins out. They clatter to the floor, almost too loud for Cas to stand.
He pulls back from her frowning a little. "Husband," she says, testing the word on her tongue. She's been waiting for this day her whole life, and yet --
"Wife," Peter returns. He kisses her again, reaching around for the buttons on the back of her dress. Cas lets him, shiveirng a little as his thumb brushes down her bare skin. Peter kisses the side of her neck as he pushes her dress down over her shoulders.
And this bit, which is later -- there's some intimation of location, if only because Peter and Susan and Cas and some of the army are tramping around from noble to noble trying to rally support to Cas, so they're not set up in one place.
Peter comes back to her with the bitter taste of someone else's sweat drying on his skin, slipping silently into their be without an apology or an explanation. Cas never says anything, just offers her body up to him without a word. He usually does nothing, just smiles a little, a pale shadow in the darkness of whatever room they're in this week, and kisses her before wrapping an arm around her waist and going to sleep. Cas lies awake, listening to her husband breathe, and smells sweat and sex beneath the lighter floral scent of soap.
Aunt Prunaprismia used to tell her this was going to happen. It's different for men, she'd said. They take their pleasures where they will and we can do nothing. You may be glad of that someday.
She's not sure whether she's glad of it or not. Peter touches her from time to time, light and absolutely certain, and it's good, it's fabulous. Cas arches up into his hands and mouth, gasping and clutching at his shoulders, his back, his hair, hoping that if she holds on long enough and hard enough he won't feel compelled to spend his nights in someone else's bed -- although at least he always comes back to hers.
Susan's kisses are warm and generous, lingering longer than a sister's should. Her hands are smoothly callused, a little rough against Cas's skin, and her lips are chapped when she brushes them across Cas's breasts. She spends hours just kissing Cas, everywhere except her lips and the space between her legs, until Cas is tight and aching and comes just from Susan's breath on her clit. She leaves Cas's bed in the space before Peter comes in, kissing Cas goodbye before she dresses and goes out the bedroom door.
Once she left late, or Peter came back early, and they met in the outer room. Cas remembers sitting up in bed and clutching the sheets to her bare breasts, thinking, But he knows, he knows, because the sheets always smell like her and Susan and because sometimes, when they're dressing in the morning, Peter's eyes skate over the love bites Susan has left. But the only thing that had happened was that Peter had, "Su," and Susan had said, "Peter," and there had been a long, mostly silent moment before the outer door had opened and closed again. Peter hadn't said anything when he'd come in, just kissed the spot on her neck where Susan had sucked a red mark before undressing and climbing into bed.
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Now that Cas is married to the High King, does that put her higher than the other kings and queens? It would be kind of cool to see Peter being obliviously dismissive of her and deferring to Su and Lucy and Ed because in his head they are the real kings and queens, and then to have Su quietly turn around and defer to Cas, and convince her that its ok to actually reign, and it is her land now...
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It depends on whose standards you're going by. Her official title actually is Queen, and the Telmarines look upon her as such. To the Narnians, however, she's not a queen, just Peter's wife, and the Pevensies are the legitimate rulers. (I think at this point in time Edmund and Lucy are out in the wilds of Narnia rallying the Narnians, while Peter, Cas, and Susan are trying to gain Telmarine support. Which is not really the sort of thing Peter's good at it, but he's kind of forced into the position because he's married to Cas and thus needs to be a figurehead.) Telmarine Narnia has no tradition of ruling queens, though.
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Hahaha. I am amused by the idea of a faction saying that since Cas is legitimate queen, then Peter, by marrying her, became Prince Consort. Which would make Susan High Queen over all Kings and Queens. ::snerk::
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That's only a Telmarine faction -- none of the Narnian factions would ever disregard the High King. (Although some are probably convinced that he's gone mad, to even contemplate allying with the Telmarines.)
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Yes?
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And I second the question of her rank. Since technically Su, Lu and Ed wouldn't have any authority what so ever, right?
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Cas is Queen Cas of Telmarine Narnia BUT she has no legitimate ranking position in Old Narnian Narnia, where she's just looked at as Peter's wife. By Narnian standards, the Pevensies are the only monarchs there are, but by Telmarine standards, Peter gains his legitimacy from the fact he's married Cas. It's all very confusing. And to add to that, Telmar has no tradition of ruling queens, so the Telmarines aren't really considering her as anything other than a figurehead, with Peter and Susan the real power, despite the fact they're so young. (Edmund and Lucy are off rallying the Narnians.)
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Does that make sense, or am I explaning it badly?
(This is in contrast to Water, where Caspian's never crowned king of Narnia, since Peta just bulldozes over all Telmarine authority. Caspian in Water is just plain Prince-Consort.)
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(I know there are actual historical examples I can refer to, but I can't think of any.)
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The Tudors were descended from one of John of Gaunt's legitimised bastards, and a previous Queen who had married her wardrobe master, and so had no claim at all, but didn't let that stop them. (The King of Portugal had a better claim. Actually, so did most of the nobility of England.)
(EDIT: Despite the female-line thing, Anne's brother had been heir-presumptive to Richard II, who Henry deposed.)
(Son of EDIT: And none of this would have mattered had Henry V died when Henry VI was an adult, but he died when he was three months old, and Henry VI was not up to the job. He thought his son was fathered by the Holy Spirit.)
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This verse is just depressing. Like, I always thought that if any of the Pevensies ever got married, even if they were marrying because they wanted to, because they loved them or whatever, and not marrying for political reasons, (not that I'm saying Peter doesn't love Cas, actually scratch that, I HAVE NO IDEA) the relationship would be really open and the Pevensies would still sleep with eachother, and wouldn't really be an issue, but Cas is just so naive, an so proper, and it makes me sad that Peter is sleeping his way through the Telmarine Lords or whatever the heck he's doing. I don't think it would bother me if he was sleeping with one of his siblings, (it would make me irrationally happy if he was sneaking off shagging Edmund, except for wait, he's off in the forest, isn't he?) so I think what I'm really doing here is morning the lack of Pevencest. This verse is suspiciously lacking in Pevencest (Are Edmund and Susan still fucking? I vote YES.). It's really wierd, because I always thought that Peter/Susan was my least favorite Pevencest pairing but, like, I miss them? The obvious answer here is for them to have a threesome. It would solve EVERYTHING.
GUH. My thoughts are so scattered. I'm not even sure this comment makes sense. *sigh*
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It's always politics with the Pevensies and marriage -- Peta and Caspian may be the only exception, and that was still largely political; she probably wouldn't have married period without the Telmarine political complications to consider. And Cas, well, she doesn't know what the hell is going on -- she's pretty much been raised to the fact that the men will sleep around and it doesn't matter, and that the women live by different standards.
And, hell, I have no idea who Peter's sleeping with. (Susan, maybe; someone else, probably.)
Threesome: COMING. *grins*
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Fuck, this hits way too close to home. *scowls at Peter* I know you're developing your Peter in sort of the way he would naturally develop in this situation, but it's almost too disturbing to start thinking of him in the same way as certain real-life cheating bastards in my life. I wish I didn't know how Cas felt all too intimately.
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Peter is kind of being a heartless bastard, though -- I don't think he connects particularly well with people. Ever.
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