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actually_a_king in rowantree_logs

Could someone point us the way to Narnia?

Sep 30, 2009 23:47

Who: Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, possibly others?
What: It's NAAAAAARNIA! o wait.
Where: In the part of the oasis where people keep appearing from the ground.
When: Wednesday, during the day

( SAND OH MY GOD SAND. )

susan pevensie, temeraire, edmund pevensie

Comments 60

wreckedbytrain October 1 2009, 05:07:28 UTC

And he wouldn't this time, either...even if his companion was a bit off from what he might expect. Susan wanted to scream, got so far as to open her mouth and then gagged. Bloody, horrible, of all the...there was sand and dirt and oh, she would not consider what else might have befouled her mouth ( ... )

actually_a_king October 1 2009, 05:14:48 UTC

Edmund gaped, for a moment, at the emergence of the other person, then whirled around, facing away from her, gulping a little.

"There're some clothes over there," he pointed out, indicating the way without looking back at her.

Wait, the voice -- ?

"Sue?"

wreckedbytrain October 1 2009, 05:26:37 UTC

She froze halfway in the act of reaching for the aforementioned clothing. It was quite an awkward pose to hold, bent double, one arm over her chest and the other grabbing for a dress, her legs crossed stiffly--in short, she looked far more ridiculous there than she had moments ago in the dirt. That voice...impossible.

She had finally gone round the bend and lost it. There was no other plausible explanation for that voice, for that boy being--"My name is Phyllis!"

If he was a figment of her mind's eye, lying wouldn't matter and it might buy her the time to pull a dress over her head and figure a thing or two out.

actually_a_king October 1 2009, 05:32:19 UTC

Phyllis?

Edmund was actually struck speechless for a moment or two. He didn't know how to respond to that -- either the lie or the strange, shrill tone in Susan's voice. Which, did that sound a little different?

"You're not Phyllis, that's just what you told the bloke who was trying to talk to you at the train station," said Edmund. "Sue --" He stopped. "Can I turn around yet?"

wreckedbytrain October 1 2009, 05:42:38 UTC

Bollox! Ed always did have a mind like a steel trap. It only figured he would remember--no, this was not Edmund, she wouldn't start thinking that or she really would be daft. Edmund was gone. Dead and buried, just like the rest of them. Gone.

This was cruel, even for Aslan, to taunt and tempt her like this. What was the Lion after now? Hadn't she sacrificed and suffered enough for him? She made a derisive noise as she thought of the great cat, so much for never being allowed to return, you might twit.

Smoothing the skirt of her dress, for it was hers now and she would not be returning it, Susan sighed and relented. "You may turn around, whoever you are."