I just added a little more about the Cub and Jalur up above. I KILLED JALUR. I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON.
You know, about that Edmund being scarier than hell. That's a line in an old piece of AW I wrote years ago with Tebbitt meeting Peter and Edmund for the first time. I jossed it with Rat and Sword. but digs around
“Smashing idea!” Edmund piped up from him behind, causing Peter to start.
“I hate it when you sneak upon me like that!” Peter complained.
“I am the only who can!” Edmund elbowed by him into Susan’s bedroom. He took in the picture of his sister with a glance. “So, no dinner and dancing and just taking Peridan straight to bed?”
“Tebbitt!” Susan repeated. “His name is Wing Commander Reginald Tebbitt! And yes, that is my intent.”
Edmund flopped down on Lucy’s bed with a disgusted sigh. “Lucky sod. How is it that I did not fully appreciate how much easier it is to find partners when one is a King?”
Truer words never spoken.
“Shouldn’t you have a courtship contract for him?” Peter asked, teasing his brother.
“Actually…”
Susan interrupted. “Don’t you dare, or any woman you do bring home will learn from me that you are deviant, diseased, and a homosexual.”
“Well, the deviant part is true enough,” Edmund replied, sitting up. “Seriously, Susan, what are you doing about preventative measures?”
“It is not as if you can ask a Hound,” Peter put in, referring to the Narnian method as reliable as anything yet discovered here.
Susan pulled her hair up into a simple tie. “Finally, an intelligent observation! I have it well in hand, of course.”
Peter had to bite back his own laughter as Edmund guffawed. Susan glared at them. “Don’t be crude, both of you.”
“It’s not crude!” Edmund protested. “It’s a perfectly reliable preventative!”
“Regardless, I am at a safe point, and as I would of course never trust that alone, I assume Tebbitt has an ample supply of condoms, and if he does not, I do.”
“What! How!?” Peter thundered, echoed by Edmund’s, “Bloody Americans.”
“Just so,” Susan replied.
The door chimed. Edmund sprang up and Peter had to step quickly to the side as his brother dashed out of the room, calling out, “Time to threaten the Lord Peridan!”
* * *
“That was not too awful,” Tebbitt sighed, taking Susan’s arm as the door shut behind them.
“Be grateful that my sister was not home. You might have had to duck her throwing knives,” Susan said, adjusting her bag on the other arm.
“I think your brothers were deterrent enough.” They were an alarming pair. The older brother was as solid as a rock, though larger, and the younger one scarier than hell.
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You know, about that Edmund being scarier than hell. That's a line in an old piece of AW I wrote years ago with Tebbitt meeting Peter and Edmund for the first time. I jossed it with Rat and Sword. but digs around
“Smashing idea!” Edmund piped up from him behind, causing Peter to start.
“I hate it when you sneak upon me like that!” Peter complained.
“I am the only who can!” Edmund elbowed by him into Susan’s bedroom. He took in the picture of his sister with a glance. “So, no dinner and dancing and just taking Peridan straight to bed?”
“Tebbitt!” Susan repeated. “His name is Wing Commander Reginald Tebbitt! And yes, that is my intent.”
Edmund flopped down on Lucy’s bed with a disgusted sigh. “Lucky sod. How is it that I did not fully appreciate how much easier it is to find partners when one is a King?”
Truer words never spoken.
“Shouldn’t you have a courtship contract for him?” Peter asked, teasing his brother.
“Actually…”
Susan interrupted. “Don’t you dare, or any woman you do bring home will learn from me that you are deviant, diseased, and a homosexual.”
“Well, the deviant part is true enough,” Edmund replied, sitting up. “Seriously, Susan, what are you doing about preventative measures?”
“It is not as if you can ask a Hound,” Peter put in, referring to the Narnian method as reliable as anything yet discovered here.
Susan pulled her hair up into a simple tie. “Finally, an intelligent observation! I have it well in hand, of course.”
Peter had to bite back his own laughter as Edmund guffawed. Susan glared at them. “Don’t be crude, both of you.”
“It’s not crude!” Edmund protested. “It’s a perfectly reliable preventative!”
“Regardless, I am at a safe point, and as I would of course never trust that alone, I assume Tebbitt has an ample supply of condoms, and if he does not, I do.”
“What! How!?” Peter thundered, echoed by Edmund’s, “Bloody Americans.”
“Just so,” Susan replied.
The door chimed. Edmund sprang up and Peter had to step quickly to the side as his brother dashed out of the room, calling out, “Time to threaten the Lord Peridan!”
* * *
“That was not too awful,” Tebbitt sighed, taking Susan’s arm as the door shut behind them.
“Be grateful that my sister was not home. You might have had to duck her throwing knives,” Susan said, adjusting her bag on the other arm.
“I think your brothers were deterrent enough.” They were an alarming pair. The older brother was as solid as a rock, though larger, and the younger one scarier than hell.