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Title: Untitled Poem
Author: tea_fiend
Fandom: Chronicles, post Last Battle
Rating: PG-13, according to our extremely shaky grasp of the ratings system.
Disclaimer: If I were Lewis I'd be a) rich b) dead and c) utterly horrified by this.
Notes: So, agenttrojie has this notion that I can write things without her. I disagree, but she kept throwing prompts at me until I agreed to try. The following isn't based on any prompts. It's not a drabble either, though that's what she was after. Hell, it's not even prose. I blame John Wilmot. Little weasel's infected my brain. Anyway, random and pretty much unbeta'd solo writings below the cut.
Through Aslan's country one fine day
Two mighty heroes make their way
Caspian the Tenth, all wicked grins
And Edmund the Just, tempting sins
Glistening lips that pout and preen
And all around them verdant green
Caspian knows it's in his power
To see this through another hour
And in success, his just reward
Suffice to say won't leave him bored.
The sunlight beats upon their faces
One stops, and bends to tie his laces
The other, breathing heavily
Does pause, adrift in lechery
Gazing upon that most tender rump
Faster his heart begins to pump
Though little time is granted him
For coveting curves of youthful limb
Edmund smiles, their hands are linked
The young king drops a lascivious wink
At that poor Caspian is gone
Edmund again their game has won
And so it is when next they pass
A springy looking sward of grass
Edmund discovers he walks alone
Caspian on the floor is prone
Unshod already, buckles undone
Inviting Ed to join the fun
And as their bodies twist and writhe
Both feeling curiously alive
(A peculiar thing, you must agree
For both are dead and gone, you see)
Unseen a watcher marks their dance
As, naked, round about they prance
From her vantage in the bushes
Body stilled, though her blood rushes
Lucy watches, all aghast
Her brother startles to the last
Always it has been his part
To kindle tensions in her heart
And as she watches, hand to mouth
Actions sweaty and uncouth
She wonders now, as ne'er before
What went on in days of yore.
Author: tea_fiend
Fandom: Chronicles, post Last Battle
Rating: PG-13, according to our extremely shaky grasp of the ratings system.
Disclaimer: If I were Lewis I'd be a) rich b) dead and c) utterly horrified by this.
Notes: So, agenttrojie has this notion that I can write things without her. I disagree, but she kept throwing prompts at me until I agreed to try. The following isn't based on any prompts. It's not a drabble either, though that's what she was after. Hell, it's not even prose. I blame John Wilmot. Little weasel's infected my brain. Anyway, random and pretty much unbeta'd solo writings below the cut.
Through Aslan's country one fine day
Two mighty heroes make their way
Caspian the Tenth, all wicked grins
And Edmund the Just, tempting sins
Glistening lips that pout and preen
And all around them verdant green
Caspian knows it's in his power
To see this through another hour
And in success, his just reward
Suffice to say won't leave him bored.
The sunlight beats upon their faces
One stops, and bends to tie his laces
The other, breathing heavily
Does pause, adrift in lechery
Gazing upon that most tender rump
Faster his heart begins to pump
Though little time is granted him
For coveting curves of youthful limb
Edmund smiles, their hands are linked
The young king drops a lascivious wink
At that poor Caspian is gone
Edmund again their game has won
And so it is when next they pass
A springy looking sward of grass
Edmund discovers he walks alone
Caspian on the floor is prone
Unshod already, buckles undone
Inviting Ed to join the fun
And as their bodies twist and writhe
Both feeling curiously alive
(A peculiar thing, you must agree
For both are dead and gone, you see)
Unseen a watcher marks their dance
As, naked, round about they prance
From her vantage in the bushes
Body stilled, though her blood rushes
Lucy watches, all aghast
Her brother startles to the last
Always it has been his part
To kindle tensions in her heart
And as she watches, hand to mouth
Actions sweaty and uncouth
She wonders now, as ne'er before
What went on in days of yore.