I need a Narnia icon
But for that, I'd want a The Horse and His Boy adaptation, and I don't know how they'd make it less than horrifically offensive.
Anyway. Awhile back, I rewatched Prince Caspian -- look, I don't know why I do these things to myself, except that I love Edmund and ninja!Edmund makes me happy. Seriously, it's like a bunch of people realised that he'd been the Dragon all last movie and wanted to make very, very sure nobody missed that whole 'reformation' business. HEY GAIZ DON'T FORGET HE'S NOT A BAD KID ANYMORE. Um, how do we make them remember ... SEE, HE'S A NINJA FOR JE ASLAN!
Because obviously what Aslan needs is moar ninjas.
Yeah. I don't really care for it. (BUT EDMUND. <3)
In tangentially related news, I have to make a confession.
I’ve always held OTP-ness in a bit of contempt. It’s always seemed to me ridiculous, one of the more laughable, yet annoying, demonstrations of modern, unreasonable romantic sensibilities - Marianne Dashwood’s Guide to Daily Living. Nobody could ever fall in love with anyone other than the person they once loved; or, if they do, the alternate must be made abhorrent. I deliberately mocked the whole thing by championing a pairing of my own devising: Caroline Bingley/Sir Walter Elliot.
Now I have to eat humble pie, thanks to Caspian. It sent me hurtling into the world of OTP-dom.
And no, I’m not talking about the epic romance of Susan and Caspian. Prince Caspian sent me rushing back to my Narnia collection, luxuriating in my Pevensie-love. (Caspian and Eustace and Jill never had quite the same claim on my heart that the first four did, especially Edmund. I have a soft spot for young people who can see the errors of their ways and overcome them while still maintaining the quirks and personality that made me love them in the first place.) Anyway, in a peculiar fashion the funnest book for a Pevensie-ite like me is The Horse and His Boy, where they have pretty minor roles.
The thing is, HHB takes place during the absolute best part of their mortal lives. They’re well into their royal stride, three of them seasoned warriors, all young and bright and attractive, winning wars and escaping overzealous suitors and Edmund, bless his temperamental heart, is throwing a well-bred fit just about every time he shows up, usually at the recalcitrant Prince Corin -
It’s the one that I’m the most sorry to finish. I wish he’d written volumes set in the Golden Age. For me, it’s the Narnia equivalent of Stewardist Gondor, ie The Best Time Ever, and Why Did It Have To End?
And . . . I found my OTP. The OTP of all OTPs. I would never never never read anything where either were involved with other people, because they’re just that darling together. And canonical to boot. There’s a whole story there that’s just skipped over (last page of the book: oh yeah, and they enjoyed fighting and making up so much that they GOT MARRIED) - probably for the best, but waaah! I want to know more.
Anyone who remembers HHB will probably know what I’m talking about.
So, allow me to complete my humiliating fall:
Cor/Aravis 4 EVAH!!!
Anyway. Awhile back, I rewatched Prince Caspian -- look, I don't know why I do these things to myself, except that I love Edmund and ninja!Edmund makes me happy. Seriously, it's like a bunch of people realised that he'd been the Dragon all last movie and wanted to make very, very sure nobody missed that whole 'reformation' business. HEY GAIZ DON'T FORGET HE'S NOT A BAD KID ANYMORE. Um, how do we make them remember ... SEE, HE'S A NINJA FOR JE ASLAN!
Because obviously what Aslan needs is moar ninjas.
Yeah. I don't really care for it. (BUT EDMUND. <3)
In tangentially related news, I have to make a confession.
I’ve always held OTP-ness in a bit of contempt. It’s always seemed to me ridiculous, one of the more laughable, yet annoying, demonstrations of modern, unreasonable romantic sensibilities - Marianne Dashwood’s Guide to Daily Living. Nobody could ever fall in love with anyone other than the person they once loved; or, if they do, the alternate must be made abhorrent. I deliberately mocked the whole thing by championing a pairing of my own devising: Caroline Bingley/Sir Walter Elliot.
Now I have to eat humble pie, thanks to Caspian. It sent me hurtling into the world of OTP-dom.
And no, I’m not talking about the epic romance of Susan and Caspian. Prince Caspian sent me rushing back to my Narnia collection, luxuriating in my Pevensie-love. (Caspian and Eustace and Jill never had quite the same claim on my heart that the first four did, especially Edmund. I have a soft spot for young people who can see the errors of their ways and overcome them while still maintaining the quirks and personality that made me love them in the first place.) Anyway, in a peculiar fashion the funnest book for a Pevensie-ite like me is The Horse and His Boy, where they have pretty minor roles.
The thing is, HHB takes place during the absolute best part of their mortal lives. They’re well into their royal stride, three of them seasoned warriors, all young and bright and attractive, winning wars and escaping overzealous suitors and Edmund, bless his temperamental heart, is throwing a well-bred fit just about every time he shows up, usually at the recalcitrant Prince Corin -
It’s the one that I’m the most sorry to finish. I wish he’d written volumes set in the Golden Age. For me, it’s the Narnia equivalent of Stewardist Gondor, ie The Best Time Ever, and Why Did It Have To End?
And . . . I found my OTP. The OTP of all OTPs. I would never never never read anything where either were involved with other people, because they’re just that darling together. And canonical to boot. There’s a whole story there that’s just skipped over (last page of the book: oh yeah, and they enjoyed fighting and making up so much that they GOT MARRIED) - probably for the best, but waaah! I want to know more.
Anyone who remembers HHB will probably know what I’m talking about.
So, allow me to complete my humiliating fall:
Cor/Aravis 4 EVAH!!!