going to the quarter, back later

[bedlamsbard]

Oh, look, werewolf!Peter has reappeared, and let me tell you, he is a basketcase. Though more of a basketcase than post-swan princess Susan? I'm not sure there; they're both pretty fucked up, at this point.

...I fear to think what might happen if they were to meet. (Although, theoretically, by the time the swan princess fiasco goes down in the werewolf verse, Susan would already be turned? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT KIDNAPS A WEREWOLF AND TURNS HER INTO A SWAN? Oh my God, my head just exploded.)

...okay, my head just exploded again, I just read one of THE T.S. Eliot quotes for Dust -- the one that's in the summary -- at the beginning of a fic in a completely different fandom and had a moment of vast cognitive dissonance.

Summing up of the prompt ficlets:
immortal!Susan/Arthur Pendragon (with bonus coda from Lass!) for lassiterfics (background on immortal!Susan -- after the train wreck, Susan went on and stopped aging when she hit the age she'd been when she left Narnia, and eventually moved to the U.S. and became an FBI agent, where she crosses over WITH EVERY FANDOM EVER.)
Susan and Edmund and Edmund's illegitimate daughter for aella_irene (Warsverse)
Lucy and Edmund from the O11 AU for lazaefair (in which the Pevensies are all Big Damn Incestuous Thieves)

*wistfully* I will take more? This is the first time in a long time I haven't had an active chapter of Dust in the works, and it is fucking with me, you have no idea. (And this isn't because I don't know what's going to happen, because I do, more or less, it's just that the last time I was working on Dust while I had a lot of other stuff going on I ended up canning fifteen thousand words and I'd rather not go through that again.

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[almostinstinct.livejournal.com]

WHAT KIND OF IDIOT KIDNAPS A WEREWOLF AND TURNS HER INTO A SWAN?

*cackle*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Some of the crack that happens in the Warsverse just doesn't make sense in the werewolf!verse.

Huh. No Jesus!lion either.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Uhm. Peter, Edmund, night.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

They don't sleep much anymore.

Peter sleeps less than the rest of them; no matter how late Edmund goes to bed (in defiance of Susan's rules; he's a king of Narnia, what does he need a bedtime for) or how early he gets up, there's always a light beneath Peter's door, sometimes accompanied by the scratching of a quill pen, the flip of pages, or the steady thump-thump of the punching bag in his room. Sometimes there's nothing at all, and every time this happens Edmund finds himself standing outside Peter's door, waiting and listening, and sooner or later there's some sound that tells him Peter's still up.

Once he stands out there for so long that he eventually sits down, and Peter nearly trips over him in the morning, barely catching the pile of leather folders he's carrying.

"Have you been here all night?" he asks, and there are dark streaks under his eyes and exhaustion writ clear on his face, his knuckles bruised and scratched.

Edmund yawns and gets to his feet. "I think so," he says. "Is it morning now?" He glances down the hall to the big rounded window there, edged with stained glass in a panoply of shapes, picking out creatures and people that he can't name yet. Dawn is just beginning to break over the edge of the ocean, and it stretches out wide and vast and endless before Cair Paravel.

Peter raises his eyebrows. "Technically speaking, I suppose," he says, and while he's looking vaguely curious, Edmund can already tell there's a point past which he just plain doesn't care -- Edmund sitting up all night outside his room doesn't affect Narnia, therefore it's outside Peter's realm of interest. And that's -- bothersome, somehow. Like Peter's already stepping out of the shoes of Peter Pevensie, older brother, and into the combat boots of High King Peter the Magnificent. If he doesn't care what Edmund does --

Edmund swallows and nods at the folders. "What're those?" he asks. "Can I help?"

Peter looks surprised, but says, "Property disputes," and, "Of course, if you're interested."

He's not, but he should be; he'll make himself be. "Of course I'm interested," he says, and takes half the pile from Peter.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

AW, this is awesome! ♥

I love how Peter is evolving from the Peter Edmund knew into a more Warverse!Peter, and Edmund isn't quite ready for that yet. Hahah, he hasn't become Warverse!Edmund yet, has he?

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

This is early, early, way back in the first year -- actually, given the fact that there's no Royal Guard, it may even predate Snow Day (http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/365977.html). (For a fun mindtrip, try mapping out when stories occur in the Warsverse by use of the Guard alone. It's -- somewhat possible.)

Well, he's Warsverse Edmund, but he's not King Edmund, not yet -- there are still things to come for him, a lot of them. *prods curiously* They are oddly adorable when they're so young and innocent and naive!

[lazaefair.livejournal.com]

Okay, three more from the O11 AU (can you tell I love that 'verse?):

-Cor, Aravis, their courtship (Corin cameos welcome)
-Anybody from the Pevensies crew and anybody from the Lune crew are working together on some kind of job/mission (perhaps the Italy trip referenced in one of the chapters)
-How Jadis screwed the Pevensies over in New York

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Cor, Aravis, their courtship (Corin cameos welcome)

I am seconding this, out of sheer love for Cor and Aravis. :)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I am trying to pass this on to Lass because I have no idea what went on with the Pevensies and Lune's family, and most of that is in the Philippines and I don't want to touch that because I know nothing. And I just plain have no idea what went down in New York.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

Corin asks, "Do you want to play Street Fighter?"

"No," says Aravis, so Cor shakes his head too.

"Do you want to go swimming?"

"No," Aravis says again.

Corin turns to his brother. (A brother. Geez, that's weird.) "Cor?"

But Cor says no too, of course.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Corin asks. "We have tons of movies."

"Which movies?" Cor asks, but Aravis glares at him until he says, "Um." So Corin figures that is probably another no.

There's only so much that Corin can do. His father had told him, "Take care of your new brother and sister for me, son. Be good to them." And far be it from Corin to disobey his father (except when he wants to), but Corin can't take care of them if they don't want to be taken care of. Right? Besides, he wants to play Street Fighter, then after that he's going to go swimming in their huge pool, and after that he's going to make Lita cook him some food so he can eat it while he watches Ace Ventura.

"I guess you can just call Lita if you want anything," Corin says.

"We'll be fine," Aravis says, sounding like she has a stick up her butt. Whatever. Maybe she'll be funner later.

Cor reaches out and takes Aravis's hand, and Corin almost makes a face and almost says, "Is she your girlfriend or something?" But he remembers his father's orders. He'll be good today.

"See ya," Corin says, and leaves.

After all, General Bison waits for no man.

+

Lune's house is big, like a castle. All the houses in Dasmarinas are like castles, and the streets are wide and clean. He feels like a jerk when he misses Mindanao -- because who can miss the middle of nowhere when you've got servants and a mansion in the capital city? -- but he can't help it sometimes: the bluer sky, the sea, the winding mountain roads, the muezzin singing the adzan five times a day, and the simple life he thought he'd inherit one day. He knows those things. He knows nothing in Manila, nothing but Aravis.

"Do you think my father is a good man?" Cor asks her one time. They are in her bedroom, which is approximately the size of his old shack. She's reading on her bed, and he's sitting by the window, watching his brother splash around in the pool below.

"Yeah," Aravis replies, turning the page. "He's letting us live in his house, and he bought us new clothes, and we can do whatever we want until summer ends and school starts. And I don't have to have that arranged marriage anymore. He's pretty good." She looks up at him. "Why?"

Cor shifts uncomfortably. "It's just.. I don't know. I heard him talking on the phone? I think he's a thief. Or he knows thieves, or something."

"That doesn't mean anything, except that you're a snoop."

"But-"

"It doesn't mean that he's not a good guy," Aravis says, "even if he is a thief."

"Thieves are bad guys," he says, but he is less sure now. His life had been completely flipped around these past few months, so uncertainty is familiar territory by now. He's gained more than he's lost, sure, but sometimes he feels like a little bag being filled with too many things. "Do you ever miss your home?" asks Cor.

Aravis shrugs. The sadness crosses her face just for a flicker of a second, just for a moment, but Cor has wised up to her pride games. He gets up from the window-seat and crawls onto the bed. Aravis moves to make room for him, and he lies next to her, watching her eyes flicker across the page as she reads. Cor doesn't know what to say, so he says something stupid like, "Well, at least we're good guys," which makes Aravis smile and call him an idiot, so that's good enough for him.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

AW HOW ADORABLE. Poor Cor and Corin and Aravis, all thrown into the mix with no idea of what's going on.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

i think the merlin and arthur relationship (or possibly merlin and will) is eating my brain, 'cos i've been noticing a lot of my character interactions recently have gone like this:

X: *insults Y affectionately*
Y: *is benign about it because X doesn't really mean it*

oh O11!AU how i have missed yooooouuuuuuuu

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Whereas my character relationships are just really fucked up. Thanks, Pevensies, I love y'all too. ("I love you, so I'm going to throw a bucket of water on you while you're having sex, then make you fire one of your bodyguards, then try to lure you off the top of a tower. Hearts!")

[lazaefair.livejournal.com]

Okay, squee. ^__^

So you know, I'm still collecting any fragments you guys write in the hopes that there'll be enough for a new chapter or side story to post on my journal at some point. I may just go with a "Misc" chapter for the fragments that don't fit anywhere.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

i'm glad it pleases! i miss writing in this 'verse, i will admit. cons and pevencest and travel! if i end up writing anymore, i'll give you a heads-up on themusingstream. :)