AAAAHHH! Peter and boats! Peter and camels! I think that Peter plus Boat plus Camel would finish him off entirely. Tell me, were there any river crossings on this expedition?
I adore the nerdy hivemind that Mary and Eustace build up when they get going - bugs! Fossils! Long-dead deadly things! Eustace the teacher, oh bless, he'd bring in his giant glass cases of beetles and pontificate, endlessly, wouldn't he? PROFESSOR SCRUBB.
And the camels. And the catfight amongst the camels for Peter's affection and attention. And I love everything about this, even the spit. Ptui!
What does Asim think of all this nonsense, with a cotillion of camels arguing over the attentions of a boy-who-is-a-King?
Errrr, AU because EVERYBODY DIES in 1949. Seriously, when I look at all the awesome things that these characters COULD do, it does irritate me that so many of them DIE. I fear though that without the crash, I'd never stop. I'd have Peter in the running in a power sharing government with the Liberal Dems, Susan running MI5, Edmund in the International Court of Justice and Lucy trying to stop whaling boats or getting arrested in China for being a loud-mouth. Or, something.
Autumia alerted me to the existence of this comment, and while I haven't yet had the pleasure of reading the AU, I have to say hear, hear! to the comment. ABSOLUTELY Peter would be in a power sharing gov't with the Liberal Dems, and I'm all for Susan running MI-5, since I've currently got her on the Joint Intelligence Committee in my unfinished fic. (As a high-ranking member of the JIC, she's essentially running MI-5, MI-6, and Defense. Think James Bond's M).
Oh, why do they all have to die? It's so unfair. The possibilities are endless.
When I read that NFE story, I immediately thought of you and this exact passage from TSG!
They tried to make love to him. -- Oh Peter. Really, given how you were so loved in Narnia and gave that back to your people, why would you expect nothing less, even from camels? Even the non-talking beasts of this world adore you just as much as their talking counterparts.
Mary did not help the situation. -- I bet Mary was exacting her revenge on not finding out the Secret that Peter, Digs and Polly kept.
... but what did Asim think of all this? Did he just stand back and be amused by all the attention the camels gave to Peter?
Asim, of course, kept his own counsel -- much to the consternation of Eustace, who now had to try to handle, all on his own, some sort of secret war between a fractious and frazzled High King and a determined Mary who seemed intent on punishing Peter for some unknown wrongdoing.
Eustace finally asked Asim about it, late one lonely night when the camels clustered around the tents and Mary, kneeling over the campfire, laughed herself into a cramp -- Eustace asked, in his oblivious way, "What is she trying to get him for?"
"The secret you all share," said Asim.
Eustace went very still, before realizing that the spy was watching him, and then tried to laugh it off.
"Fear not. I have no desire to learn anything but what I am willingly told," Asim assured the boy. "But I do also enjoy watching those two match wits with each other."
It took Eustace a long moment to collect himself and weigh the response. Asim was not some stranger. He followed in Lucy's light, guided Susan and Edmund, and had pledged fealty to Peter. Asim dreamed of Narnia and he now owned the picture of the Dawn Treader
( ... )
"How was Marrakech?" Edmund asked as he watched his brother unpacking his suitcase.
"A lot like Tashbaan, actually." He lifted a shirt from the top of the stack and after taking a step back, shook it to and fro. A cloud of golden dust soared around him before the granules of sand fell to the wooden floor. "It was hot, colourful, and smelled of sun and spices."
"Another similarity between Here and There, I suppose."
Peter paused briefly and set the shirt aside. "Yes, very much so. The Lion's paw reaches everywhere, not just in England. I heartily recommend a visit should the opportunity arise."
"A Calormen that is not, and without Taarkans and Tisrocs following our movements about the city," Edmund said, a small smile forming on his lips. "Are you certain it was not duller than Tashbaan, brother? Marrakech must have been less exciting with its lack of political intrigue and no courtly poetry and maxims being spouted at every corner
( ... )
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I adore the nerdy hivemind that Mary and Eustace build up when they get going - bugs! Fossils! Long-dead deadly things! Eustace the teacher, oh bless, he'd bring in his giant glass cases of beetles and pontificate, endlessly, wouldn't he? PROFESSOR SCRUBB.
And the camels. And the catfight amongst the camels for Peter's affection and attention. And I love everything about this, even the spit. Ptui!
What does Asim think of all this nonsense, with a cotillion of camels arguing over the attentions of a boy-who-is-a-King?
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But... why does it have to be TSG AU?
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Oh, why do they all have to die? It's so unfair. The possibilities are endless.
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Peter/camels, I ship it!
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Thanks for writing!
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They tried to make love to him. -- Oh Peter. Really, given how you were so loved in Narnia and gave that back to your people, why would you expect nothing less, even from camels? Even the non-talking beasts of this world adore you just as much as their talking counterparts.
Mary did not help the situation. -- I bet Mary was exacting her revenge on not finding out the Secret that Peter, Digs and Polly kept.
... but what did Asim think of all this? Did he just stand back and be amused by all the attention the camels gave to Peter?
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Eustace finally asked Asim about it, late one lonely night when the camels clustered around the tents and Mary, kneeling over the campfire, laughed herself into a cramp -- Eustace asked, in his oblivious way, "What is she trying to get him for?"
"The secret you all share," said Asim.
Eustace went very still, before realizing that the spy was watching him, and then tried to laugh it off.
"Fear not. I have no desire to learn anything but what I am willingly told," Asim assured the boy. "But I do also enjoy watching those two match wits with each other."
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Later...
"How was Marrakech?" Edmund asked as he watched his brother unpacking his suitcase.
"A lot like Tashbaan, actually." He lifted a shirt from the top of the stack and after taking a step back, shook it to and fro. A cloud of golden dust soared around him before the granules of sand fell to the wooden floor. "It was hot, colourful, and smelled of sun and spices."
"Another similarity between Here and There, I suppose."
Peter paused briefly and set the shirt aside. "Yes, very much so. The Lion's paw reaches everywhere, not just in England. I heartily recommend a visit should the opportunity arise."
"A Calormen that is not, and without Taarkans and Tisrocs following our movements about the city," Edmund said, a small smile forming on his lips. "Are you certain it was not duller than Tashbaan, brother? Marrakech must have been less exciting with its lack of political intrigue and no courtly poetry and maxims being spouted at every corner ( ... )
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