*head in hands*
I feel the need to offer three points in my defense:
1) This is a belated entry for
oh_shit_santa's stick-figure challenge
2) I drew it in a histology tutorial, in which I was extremely bored
3) I WAS *EXTREMELY BORED*
Standard disclaimers about my utter lack of artistic ability apply.
(Please also note: I have never read Twilight, I just enjoy stealing fandom injokes.)







1) This is a belated entry for
2) I drew it in a histology tutorial, in which I was extremely bored
3) I WAS *EXTREMELY BORED*
Standard disclaimers about my utter lack of artistic ability apply.
(Please also note: I have never read Twilight, I just enjoy stealing fandom injokes.)

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*dies* Thank you, you made my day.
It's "EXTRAVAGANZAAAA"
Talk about pan-fandom! I never dreamed Twilight would bleed in! XD
That's some mighty fine stick!hair you have, Prince Caspian. Rrawr!
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the world needs some caspian/dunstan fic, y/y
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Cho Chang. HAHAHAHAHA. Oh man. Your procrastination is win XD
*off to read your epic narnia fic*
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Rob Pattinson's utter disdain for his character would be annoying, if this weren't Twilight. As it is, he gives me high hopes for Movie!Edward.
And hee, Caspian (the super fine) and Dunstan being awesome together. Now that's sexy talk.
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CASPIAN/DUNSTAN YES PLEASE.
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beyond my artistic skillsinappropriate.no subject
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But, yes. GENIUS.
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BECAUSE i was just waiting for an excuse.
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OH GOD THE COMMENT-DRABBLING IS INFECTIOUS.
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caspian says, "it fills your whole heart."
he tells dunstan about the very end of the world and how sweet the waters were, how thick the smell of lilies. "i have stood at the border between two worlds," says the king, "and i could not follow."
"yes," replies dunstan, his own thoughts far away. "it's hard."
oh fahye it is my favorite game!
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"rather you," dunstan says cheerfully, "than me."
caspian lifts himself onto one elbow and watches the deadly play of firelight off his own sword, balanced with respect and curiosity within dunstan's hands. those strong clever hands which have never killed anyone.
"be careful," he says. "it's heavy."
dunstan sheaths it with care but no grace, and in the sudden absence of metal the firelight drapes itself across his bare shoulders instead.
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make new ones.
the curve of dunstan's clavicle, for example. the small of his back and the words he whispers when he doesn't know what he's saying. the touch tracing the curve of his spine.
but just as there is a finite number of types of stories, perhaps there is a finite number of types of memories. caspian thinks he recognizes each one.
the rain discovering what it is like to be the sea in a storm.
ben barnes/ben barnes OTP holy shit. 'cos they're like, "WHEN I TOUCH YOU I THINK ABOUT MYSELF."
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dunstan admires them all but no matter how carefully caspian watches his eyes he never once shows that telltale longing, that sign of blending into narnia and its promises. he never once looks anything like peter. caspian wonders what he is trying to prove to himself.
he remembers lucy telling him a story about the twin princes of archenland and the boy corin who gave up his throne with the willingness of those not cursed with intrinsic responsibility. some days caspian understands completely, and he traces with his fingertips the corners of dunstan's eyes and mouth, which are free of the tiny lines that he sees already beside his own.
THIS SHOULD BE A LOT CREEPIER THAN IT ACTUALLY IS.
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"ah," caspian shrugs. "you get used to that too."
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I love Tristan's hair the most. This is only better since I saw Prince Caspian in the flesh some 3 days ago ;3
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so pretty...
So different to Lass/Bedlam commentfic, too. You two both write soft and lyrical... pretty...