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rthstewart) wrote2011-02-09 10:14 am
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Happy Birthday to Ilysia!
Happy Birthday to the fabulous and talented
ilysia_039
Oh gosh... I owe birthday fic... Errrr, hold on... I've just skimmed the whole of the next two chapters and I think it's really boring and it needs massive cutting, but here's an excerpt:
The house seemed smaller. Everything seemed smaller and Susan recalled what Aslan had said about how he had seemed bigger because they themselves were.
And she was bigger, far bigger, so large and so complex a person that she no longer felt it all could fit in the confines of Susan Pevensie. She stared a long time at the freshly laundered school uniform hanging on the bedroom closet door and blinked back tears. The graying starched blouse and skirt that hit at just the wrong place, the flannel jacket and tie would replace the sensible, but very fashionable and flattering, Washington dresses that Mrs. Caspian favored.
She was not sure she could do it. It was like the way Lucy packed – tossing everything into too small a case, sitting on it, and hoping it would all fit, even if the thing was fit to burst. Susan Pevensie wasn’t large enough for her many selves. She had to find a way for them to peacefully coexist.
Or, perhaps all she needed was a bigger suitcase. Maybe a steamer trunk. Or, and she smiled as she became hopelessly ensnared in the metaphor and Aslan gave her the answer – a wardrobe.
This was not the first time she had learned how a confined space could hold something so very much greater. Yes, she could fill a space the size of Narnia, or France, perhaps.
“Susan?” Lucy asked from her bed.
“Just thinking about how much I do not wish to return to school.”
Lucy sniffed. “It will be horrid.” She sounded so miserable, Susan stopped staring at the stupid schoolgirl uniform and immediately crossed over to Lucy’s bed. Sitting, she took her sister in her arms.
“So what is this all about?” Susan asked, dabbing Lucy’s dribbling tears. “You’ve been keeping something inside a long time. What had to wait until I returned?”
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Oh gosh... I owe birthday fic... Errrr, hold on... I've just skimmed the whole of the next two chapters and I think it's really boring and it needs massive cutting, but here's an excerpt:
The house seemed smaller. Everything seemed smaller and Susan recalled what Aslan had said about how he had seemed bigger because they themselves were.
And she was bigger, far bigger, so large and so complex a person that she no longer felt it all could fit in the confines of Susan Pevensie. She stared a long time at the freshly laundered school uniform hanging on the bedroom closet door and blinked back tears. The graying starched blouse and skirt that hit at just the wrong place, the flannel jacket and tie would replace the sensible, but very fashionable and flattering, Washington dresses that Mrs. Caspian favored.
She was not sure she could do it. It was like the way Lucy packed – tossing everything into too small a case, sitting on it, and hoping it would all fit, even if the thing was fit to burst. Susan Pevensie wasn’t large enough for her many selves. She had to find a way for them to peacefully coexist.
Or, perhaps all she needed was a bigger suitcase. Maybe a steamer trunk. Or, and she smiled as she became hopelessly ensnared in the metaphor and Aslan gave her the answer – a wardrobe.
This was not the first time she had learned how a confined space could hold something so very much greater. Yes, she could fill a space the size of Narnia, or France, perhaps.
“Susan?” Lucy asked from her bed.
“Just thinking about how much I do not wish to return to school.”
Lucy sniffed. “It will be horrid.” She sounded so miserable, Susan stopped staring at the stupid schoolgirl uniform and immediately crossed over to Lucy’s bed. Sitting, she took her sister in her arms.
“So what is this all about?” Susan asked, dabbing Lucy’s dribbling tears. “You’ve been keeping something inside a long time. What had to wait until I returned?”
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It so true for all of them. And I now wonder what Lucy needs to tell her sister.
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What a fantastic birthday gift! It is to my great shame that I'm not quite entirely caught up with AW at the moment, but I adore this little sneak peak. And let me just say again how much I love your Susan.
Thanks so much!
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I'm currently --this very second, in class, whoops-- developing a unit on YA fiction, and seeing this, I immediately thought of Mrs Caspian--
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/Whatisaw.jpg
Will let you know if its insides live up to the cover that contains it ;)
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I do have a professor who has referred to the fact that I write fic more than once when she is addressing the class, so I am regretting my essay on that topic, but at least it is a nice reminder of how much I miss everybody in fandom to whom I am not in some other way attached.
What I Saw and How I Lied is shaping up quite nicely, so far . . .