narnia: good enough
Jan. 2nd, 2004 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bantha_fodderUnder the cut is my original draft of my yuletide fic, before I scrapped it totally and started again. This one was what I wrote as I worked out what this fic was going to be, so I scrapped it because I accidently wrote it in my Black-family style, as opposed to a Narnia style.
Lucy continues to bed with Caspian. Caspian is adequate [ You know from experience, his wet mouth hard penis aching so aching but quiet for fear of waking that wretched Eustace ], but not good enough for Lucy, and certainly not good enough for Narnia [ You force him down and down he goes, no battles or wars or raging. Kings like Caspian are why Jadis gained power in the first place ]. Lucy will not listen to reason from her brother, stubborn as they both are [ And unwilling to say "sorry" or "I was wrong" ], and so she makes jokes with him in the mornings, laughing at Eustace's green face and joyful at the new day ahead [ Still not dead still not dead still not dead but why not? ].
Edmund, though not the greatest King of Narnia [ Peter would never think so low of himself, he knows he will always be Arthur with sword and righteousness but will never ever say it; it is enough that he exists, he need be no more than that for the love of Narnia will carry him through ], has always been a strong King. He has always been Just and Fair, and he will forever live up to the name that Narnia has bestowed [ One kiss for each finger, on each hand, on each of them. You butterfly kiss between her breasts, but only the once. Butterflies are too soft for the Queen of Narnia, and she leaves bruises on your skin as he rakes claws down your thighs ].
The voyage is travelling along nicely, with normal [ You lust after Caspian. You know he is not worthy but you remember his soft padded skin touching you and his cool kisses and you find yourself searching for a comely wench in every port. Who does not want to serve one of Narnia's most revered Kings? ] Narnian complications. As peaceful as the Golden Era of Narnia was [ Golden teeth and Golden tongue. Gilded skin and lusty, brown-eyed boys sent to you by the Tisroc. You knew for what purpose the Tisroc sent them, but as they nipped at your skin and you wrapped your hands around them, you did not care. Peter would take care of those complications ], there were still storms. The difficulties faced thus far have been substantial but not insurmountable, and no sailors have been lost [ Under Caspian's command, you know that it is only a matter of time ]. The crew seem unaware of the dangers yet to come. They talk of treasure and the Glory of Narnia and the End of the World [ How can the end of the world be glorious in any way? At the end of the world the sun will burn a bright bright red and die a dwarven death. At the end of the world life will end and nothing, no legacy or artefacts, will be left to say "We lived. We were here. We were worthy of life. We lived as best we could, and we want to live on in you." There is no glory there. No glory, no sadness, no loss, no desire. The end of the world is about nothing, rather than everything ] like they are the only things that matter.
Lucy continues to bed with Caspian. Caspian is adequate [ You know from experience, his wet mouth hard penis aching so aching but quiet for fear of waking that wretched Eustace ], but not good enough for Lucy, and certainly not good enough for Narnia [ You force him down and down he goes, no battles or wars or raging. Kings like Caspian are why Jadis gained power in the first place ]. Lucy will not listen to reason from her brother, stubborn as they both are [ And unwilling to say "sorry" or "I was wrong" ], and so she makes jokes with him in the mornings, laughing at Eustace's green face and joyful at the new day ahead [ Still not dead still not dead still not dead but why not? ].
Edmund, though not the greatest King of Narnia [ Peter would never think so low of himself, he knows he will always be Arthur with sword and righteousness but will never ever say it; it is enough that he exists, he need be no more than that for the love of Narnia will carry him through ], has always been a strong King. He has always been Just and Fair, and he will forever live up to the name that Narnia has bestowed [ One kiss for each finger, on each hand, on each of them. You butterfly kiss between her breasts, but only the once. Butterflies are too soft for the Queen of Narnia, and she leaves bruises on your skin as he rakes claws down your thighs ].
The voyage is travelling along nicely, with normal [ You lust after Caspian. You know he is not worthy but you remember his soft padded skin touching you and his cool kisses and you find yourself searching for a comely wench in every port. Who does not want to serve one of Narnia's most revered Kings? ] Narnian complications. As peaceful as the Golden Era of Narnia was [ Golden teeth and Golden tongue. Gilded skin and lusty, brown-eyed boys sent to you by the Tisroc. You knew for what purpose the Tisroc sent them, but as they nipped at your skin and you wrapped your hands around them, you did not care. Peter would take care of those complications ], there were still storms. The difficulties faced thus far have been substantial but not insurmountable, and no sailors have been lost [ Under Caspian's command, you know that it is only a matter of time ]. The crew seem unaware of the dangers yet to come. They talk of treasure and the Glory of Narnia and the End of the World [ How can the end of the world be glorious in any way? At the end of the world the sun will burn a bright bright red and die a dwarven death. At the end of the world life will end and nothing, no legacy or artefacts, will be left to say "We lived. We were here. We were worthy of life. We lived as best we could, and we want to live on in you." There is no glory there. No glory, no sadness, no loss, no desire. The end of the world is about nothing, rather than everything ] like they are the only things that matter.
