After The War Part IV
Turning her head to the side did little to cushion the blow, though she refused to let her mouth open to aid such a pain, instead merely closed her eyes tightly to let it pass without a word. Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned her head back, her eyes opening then to look up at Edmunds angered face- only to have her head sent once more to the side as another blow was scored to her cheek, the still red flesh stinging her mercilessly. Luckily, she was saved another blow as Peter stepped forward, catching Edmunds raised arm to pull him back and away from her. Thats enough Ed, he said quietly, and she heard the younger brother draw breath to speak, but did not give him time to.
Why do you stop him? she asked Peter quietly, instantly causing all fives attention to be drawn to her, though she did not notice, her gaze blankly on the ground beside her. Surely he does what you wish to do, what you feel I deserve
To her surprise, h
After The War Part VI
The trip from Aslans tent at the Stone Table to Cair Paravel was, for the most part, rather uneventful. The great cat allowed her only a single respite from the rather bumpy ride that was traveling upon his back, and even such was short, despite the fact that she had threatened to try and kill him again- an empty threat, even she knew it as such- should he not let her rest a little longer. No, soon enough she was back upon him, and before long, the two had finally reached the castle. Despite the fact that the sun had gone down a short ten or twenty minutes ago, there remained a guard at the castle, and it was this stunned guard that Aslan had to command not to attack the woman now riding astride him- much to her gratefulness, though she would never admit such aloud. It was almost eerie, the resemblance her arrival at Cair Paravel held to her arrival at the camp near the Stone Table, how, while each and every pair of eyes were upon her, there were some that were filled with
After The War Part I
The war was over. Spring had come, melting away the harsh winter that had been present for over 100 years. The four thrones of Cair Paravel were filled with two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve, and the Great Lion had seemingly disappeared. The world of Narnia was finally returning to normal- as close as possible to normal for a world within a wardrobe.
Or so most thought.
The camp near the Stone Table had all but been disassembled, the good creatures returning to their homes, if not the castle itself. Save for one tent. Those who had been to the camp would have recognized it as Aslans tent, and it was not empty- but was not filled with the Great Lion. If it had, the half Jinn, half Giant asleep in the bed might not have been asleep in the first place.
She was beautiful, that was as disputable as the fact that she was tall, or the fact she was not human, perhaps. Even her enemies had to admit how stunning she was, golden as the sun, as she met them in battle. But her beauty
After The War Part II
Thirteen days had passed since the White Witchs awakening. Though the two hardly agreed on anything, for the moment a mutual consent to leave the other alive seemed to be in place. While Aslan had no intention of bringing Jadis the death she so desired, the woman, for the time being, had decided to focus her energy- as weak as she was at the current time- on regaining her health. If she was to be given death, she supposed, she did not want it sitting in bed, to die like a dog that had long ago had its day.
And so the two existed in silence, nothing but gazes to speak for them. Anger, apologies, annoyance, apathy- many emotions crackled through the air between them like thunder whenever they resided in the tent together. When said silence was broken, Aslan almost instantly regretted it.
I have told no one you are here, the Great Lion said quietly one dreary, rainy day as he put a plate of food in the White Witchs lap.
Her thin, almost brittle-looking fingers took
After The War Part V
I know that look.
Jadis didnt even bother looking up from her search for something appropriate to wear- it would be a long journey to Cair Paravel if she walked, after all, and thus knew she would be riding upon the Great Cat- when she heard Aslans voice from behind, near the door she suspected. I am sure I do not know what you are talking about, she said, her voice the epitome of neutrality as she filtered through dresses, finally finding a pair of black leggings.
And I am sure that you do, the lion persisted as he turned his head, allowing her some privacy as she slipped on the leggings, though at the same time kept her dress on. I have known you for too long, I fear. When Peter and his siblings left, if I listened closely, I could hear the gears in your head spinning When she ignored his words and went in search of something to adorn the upper half of her body with, he took a few steps into the tent, leaning around h
After The War Part III
By the time Aslan returned to his tent at the Stone Table, it was late afternoon. Dark clouds were gathering, and as such he knew his prediction of rain wasnt too far off. In his great teeth was the handle upon a large chest, one that swung with every long step he took.
Meanwhile, Jadis had taken to brushing her hair as she sat on the bed within the tent, her eyes half closed in a demure fashion as she took to doing such. When the Great Lions rear entered the tent, however, she looked to it with a raised eyebrow, only to stop her brushing as she saw the chest he was dragging in. With silence she watched as he set it at the foot of the bread, though couldnt help but notice how he panted upon completion of such an act. You seem so out of breath, she said, her condescending tone causing him to look over at her.
Well, I thought you might want a change of clothes, he said simply, opening the chest to reveal the garments he had stuffed i
After The War Music Playlist
Music Play List Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble. You start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do however many you want of these, then post them.
Characters: Aslan, Jadis.
Pairing: With each other. Duh.
Fandom: Narnian. Whewt.
Side Note: I somewhat cheated when it came to the music; I shortened the three hundred and twenty-something songs I had down- I took out all of the instrumental music- and went from there, so yeah -shifty eyes-
1. All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey
There was a faint tinkle in the other room, and that was what woke Jadis in the end. Groggily she lifted her head from her pillow, looking around with a bleary set of eyes before she heard the offending sound once more and, pinpointing it indeed in
As Smart as a Glass Coffin
As Smart as a Glass Coffin: Inside a Flawed Mind
By Anglaise (Or, at least, her impersonator.
Or evil twin. Or clone.
A little pain is the beginning of it all.
Glass coffins always confused me, really. After all, whats the point of a glass coffin? So you can see inside? But wouldnt you like see the rotting corpse then? Why would you want to do that? Are you like, into necrophilia or what? And if you are, why would you put someone you know in a glass coffin? Wouldnt you be then both into necrophilia, and incestuous too? Does that combo even exist? Seriously? And wouldnt you want to keep that a secret if you were? I mean honestly, do you know how big a coffin is? How in the hell would you be able to hide one? Sooner or later someone would find it and be all um dude? Why do you have a dead person in a glass coffin in your bathroom? and that would be really awkward, because th
Sherbet Lemon? -HP Fanfiction-The summer weather always found Hogwarts empty and at peace. Though the students had long gone home for a break from their classes- and their professors-, a man sat alone in his office, peering over half-moon spectacles at some papers he was checking.
Black manor has been fully emptied, Albus, blood traitors and mudbloods alike.
Yes, thank you Phineas, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore replied, obviously too wrapped up in his work to correct the old Headmasters addition to his report. Finishing up the top paper as the man slipped out of his portrait, he removed his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing tiredly as he did so. But as he reopened his eyes, a flash of familiar red swam in his vision. Though the air did not crackle with the energy of a red-tinted spell, he knew exactly what the red was. As such, Albus looked back at his papers once he had replaced his glasses, addressing the sinister red in a calm, collected voice.