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rthstewart) wrote2011-03-12 04:04 pm
rthstewart) wrote2011-03-12 04:04 pm
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International Women's Day meme for Animus: Liliandil and the Just King
So, I doubt this is what ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
animus_wyrmis was expecting. It wasn't what I was expecting. And this particular vision of Edmund isn't really where I put him in my own head canon, but hey, everyone loves them a little Ed angst, right? Especially when a Star is there to cut him down to size.
Liliandil finds the Just King staring at the Stone Knife on Aslan’s Table. He is, like her, very old on the inside and so very young on the outside.
“She killed Aslan with that knife,” he says. “Lucy told me of it. He did it for me.”
“Think you?” Liliandil asks for, as wise as he is, she thinks the Just King assumes more than he ought and that this blood guilt misapprehends much.
“You disagree with Aslan?” His tone is mocking. King Edmund is unaccustomed to anyone disagreeing with him.
“I disagree with your understanding,” Liliandil retorts. “Blood for blood, eye for eye, this for that. Such bargaining is not Aslan’s way.”
“And if not a bargain made, his blood for my life, than what was it?”
“Love,” she tells the King of Justice. “Aslan died for love, for love of you, for love of your family who wished your return, for love of those whom, by your life well-lived, you have saved and shall save, for love of Narnia, for even loving pity for Jadis.”
“I am not deserving of such love,” the Just King finally says as the birds call and the Stars begin their song.
“None of us is so deserving, my King, yet we have it all the same.”
animus_wyrmis was expecting. It wasn't what I was expecting. And this particular vision of Edmund isn't really where I put him in my own head canon, but hey, everyone loves them a little Ed angst, right? Especially when a Star is there to cut him down to size.Liliandil finds the Just King staring at the Stone Knife on Aslan’s Table. He is, like her, very old on the inside and so very young on the outside.
“She killed Aslan with that knife,” he says. “Lucy told me of it. He did it for me.”
“Think you?” Liliandil asks for, as wise as he is, she thinks the Just King assumes more than he ought and that this blood guilt misapprehends much.
“You disagree with Aslan?” His tone is mocking. King Edmund is unaccustomed to anyone disagreeing with him.
“I disagree with your understanding,” Liliandil retorts. “Blood for blood, eye for eye, this for that. Such bargaining is not Aslan’s way.”
“And if not a bargain made, his blood for my life, than what was it?”
“Love,” she tells the King of Justice. “Aslan died for love, for love of you, for love of your family who wished your return, for love of those whom, by your life well-lived, you have saved and shall save, for love of Narnia, for even loving pity for Jadis.”
“I am not deserving of such love,” the Just King finally says as the birds call and the Stars begin their song.
“None of us is so deserving, my King, yet we have it all the same.”
And then, obviously, hot hurt/comfort sex follows. And, no, I’m not going to write it.
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