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bantha_fodderRunning with Mascara Eyes by Pen
Narnia RPF, Anna Popplewell, G.
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hobviously. Set during the filming of Prince Caspian. Call this a practice run.
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"Oh, bother it all," says Edmund. "I do wish you wouldn't keep on seeing things. But I suppose we'll have to wake the others." They get on with it, shaking shoulders and whispering, and Susan is the most reluctant, believing the least; Trumpkin, to his credit, follows where the High King leads, as he should.
As they start to walk, tears streaming down Lucy's face, Andrew calls cut.
"That's great guys, that's great," he says. Anna slings an arm about Georgie's shoulders, and Georgie's tears drop onto her dress. "What's wrong?" she asks, worried. Presses Georgie to her side.
"We're here," Georgie says, "We're really here, and it's all wrong! Susan's being terrible, and soon Aslan will tell her she can't come back, and nobody believes Lucy, and when we get to where we're going, there won't be Mister Tumnus to play his pipe!"
"Edmund believes Lucy, you ingrate," Skandar says, poking Georgie in the arm. "And you get to have a party when we get to where we're going. You get to ride Aslan. All I get to do is kill a dwarf. No parties for me." He shakes his head sadly; grins.
"But James," Georgie says again, and William laughs as he joins them.
"He wrote!" he says. "But he's not in this movie, Georgie. Tumnus isn’t in the book. It's the nature of things, you know that."
It's the nature of things, Anna knows that, just as she knows this might be her last visit to Narnia unless they make The Horse and His Boy, and they won't. She knows that, too, and the thought makes her want to cry.
"He's off promoting his new movie," she says, instead. Hopes to one day be twenty seven and promoting a new movie, not twenty seven and some washed up child actor, her best years behind her.
"I bet he's having a grand time, too, more than he’d be having here. He’d be seven hundred years old!" Skandar declares, trying to incite Georgie again. He pulls at his cheeks to make his face craggy and old, and William nudges him.
"Shut up, Skandar," William says, and the two of them have a mock-fight right there, rolling about on the grass, feet in the air and faces pulled, and Georgie laughs until they stop, until she’s hiccupping.
In between hiccups, she scolds Skandar for fighting. Forgotten by Georgie’s tears, Anna pulls at the shoulders of William's shirt. "You're all dirty now," she says, and when he smiles her stomach flips.
"It suits me," he says, and any response she might have given is covered by Andrew calling them back.
She smiles at him anyway; he holds her hand for a brief moment, and she squeezes and he squeezes back, and she hopes for the best.
It’s not all that she can do, she’s more than that, but the rest will have to wait.
Susan starts to whine, and when Peter snaps at her, she pretends it doesn’t hurt.
Susan lies.
END WHATEVER
Narnia RPF, Anna Popplewell, G.
These five hundred words are completely unbetaed, totally self-indulgent, and mostly for
hobviously. Set during the filming of Prince Caspian. Call this a practice run.**
"Oh, bother it all," says Edmund. "I do wish you wouldn't keep on seeing things. But I suppose we'll have to wake the others." They get on with it, shaking shoulders and whispering, and Susan is the most reluctant, believing the least; Trumpkin, to his credit, follows where the High King leads, as he should.
As they start to walk, tears streaming down Lucy's face, Andrew calls cut.
"That's great guys, that's great," he says. Anna slings an arm about Georgie's shoulders, and Georgie's tears drop onto her dress. "What's wrong?" she asks, worried. Presses Georgie to her side.
"We're here," Georgie says, "We're really here, and it's all wrong! Susan's being terrible, and soon Aslan will tell her she can't come back, and nobody believes Lucy, and when we get to where we're going, there won't be Mister Tumnus to play his pipe!"
"Edmund believes Lucy, you ingrate," Skandar says, poking Georgie in the arm. "And you get to have a party when we get to where we're going. You get to ride Aslan. All I get to do is kill a dwarf. No parties for me." He shakes his head sadly; grins.
"But James," Georgie says again, and William laughs as he joins them.
"He wrote!" he says. "But he's not in this movie, Georgie. Tumnus isn’t in the book. It's the nature of things, you know that."
It's the nature of things, Anna knows that, just as she knows this might be her last visit to Narnia unless they make The Horse and His Boy, and they won't. She knows that, too, and the thought makes her want to cry.
"He's off promoting his new movie," she says, instead. Hopes to one day be twenty seven and promoting a new movie, not twenty seven and some washed up child actor, her best years behind her.
"I bet he's having a grand time, too, more than he’d be having here. He’d be seven hundred years old!" Skandar declares, trying to incite Georgie again. He pulls at his cheeks to make his face craggy and old, and William nudges him.
"Shut up, Skandar," William says, and the two of them have a mock-fight right there, rolling about on the grass, feet in the air and faces pulled, and Georgie laughs until they stop, until she’s hiccupping.
In between hiccups, she scolds Skandar for fighting. Forgotten by Georgie’s tears, Anna pulls at the shoulders of William's shirt. "You're all dirty now," she says, and when he smiles her stomach flips.
"It suits me," he says, and any response she might have given is covered by Andrew calling them back.
She smiles at him anyway; he holds her hand for a brief moment, and she squeezes and he squeezes back, and she hopes for the best.
It’s not all that she can do, she’s more than that, but the rest will have to wait.
Susan starts to whine, and when Peter snaps at her, she pretends it doesn’t hurt.
Susan lies.
END WHATEVER
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Date: 2007-03-11 03:46 am (UTC)(LOVED IT)
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Date: 2007-03-11 03:57 am (UTC)THOUGH THAT WILL PROBABLY BE NEXT
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Date: 2007-03-11 11:16 am (UTC)Thank you, pen! this is just what i wanted and anna wondering if she'll be washed up or james mcavoy when she's 27 is lovely and poignant. please disregard my inability to type. i am so pleassssed!
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:19 am (UTC)I HOPE THERE'S MORE RPF SOON
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