At his question, Susan looked over him and did her best to hide a giggle. “I’ll be right back,” she told him. Susan stepped outside to where her horse was and grabbed a few blankets from one of her bags. “This is all I’ve got for now,” she told him, walking back inside, “but I can take you to the castle. I’m certain that we can find something for you.”

Unbind them and Help them Find who did that to them (Hope you don't mind my responding. I was intrigued by the meme.)

Link heard someone come into the room where he was bound and blindfolded which was rather embarrassing for the green hero. He blushed and swallowed. “Uh w-whos there?” He asked to the stranger.

((Its fine, it just makes things more embarrassing for link anyway))

Tagged by: notthehighkingedmund (who has unfortunately deactivated by the time I could do this)

Smart Uptight Skeptical Analyst Noble

tagging: anyone who feels like doing this. Personally, I think it's just fun character building.

Use the letters of your muse’s first name to describe their personality.

Hello! I have some extra time tonight, and Susan was calling my name. I’m going to be on for a bit to plot and do a few replies.

(Also, I currently owe replies to: @clintbartonhawkeyeforhire, @treacheroussonofadam, @artist-of-hyrule, @magicincarnated, and @crazytrustexercise)

honourandgloryofamouse:

Cheerful trees…

Truthfully, Reep found it somewhat difficult to imagine the world Queen Susan must have known. He’d always believed the tales, of course; trees dancing with fauns and satyrs, speaking across the world on the slightest breeze, but it was difficult to take those old fairy tales and push them into the present, particularly alongside the power and vengeance wrought by those trees that had joined them in battle against Miraz. 

He hadn’t had much time to talk to them since then. 

“No riddles, then? When I was a mouseling, I always assumed trees spoke in riddles. The few dryads we ever saw always did, drifting in and out of form and only ever staying just long enough to leave you with more questions than answers.”

Susan smiled as she thought back to her years spent in the wood among the trees. “They did like to speak in riddles, but they never did it so much to confuse you. They’re not spiteful trees,” she informed him, as she began to feel her mood lighten and her thoughts begin to calm.

Just the memories were helping her feel more at ease again.

“I can’t say what they might do now,” she said after a quiet moment. “They’ve been a sleep for so many years, that they might nor even be the same trees... not really.”

Undetermined Mission || Reepicheep & Susan

How does Susan feel about magic? Good and bad?

(Susan both respects and fears magic. When she first step foot into Narnia, she was skeptical, believing that magic couldn’t possibly exist. However, once she realized what was going on in the world around her, she began to take notice that magic, much like any other kind of talent, skill, or knowledge, is as good or as bad as the reasons for which they are used.

As her time in Narnia continued on, she began to rely heavily on it as she became accustomed to the culture depending on it... The trees were magical, the animals talked, and even her arrows would never miss. Unfortunately, when she’s back in our world, she is still skeptical of magic, but she also feels like it might be somewhere she least expects it.)

“I shall try to remember it,” Susan said with a smile. “How far are we from Paris? If I’d like to find it again, it would be nice to know,” she told the girl with a slight laugh. “I’m Susan, by the way,” she said, offering her hand to her.

“Thank you.” Belle smiled slightly. Even though she always thought of the town as dull. “It’s called Molyneux.” 

“My apologies,” Susan offered with a nod. “Are you whom I can discuss trade with, or shall I set up another meeting with his majesty?” she asked curiously before taking his hand to shake. 

Susan quietly followed him inside the large castle. It was much larger than Cair Paravel but also much younger.

Royal Maiden//Duke and Susan

Italy? His dark eyes narrowed for but a moment, but then a gave a shrug of his shoulders. He would trust her–besides, she seemed like a sweet little thing. And she seemed rather trustworthy. The Grand Duke gave a nod of his head before speaking:

“Ahh, no, your majesty, I am the Grand Duke of this country.” He offered his large hand to her and smiled warmly. “Theodore Olivier Carriveau is my name, your majesty. Perhaps you should come inside.”

The Duke turned to the guards, and waved a hand at them, and the guards took a step back to allow her a way in.

Raising an eyebrow, Susan was quick to doubt every word that she heard. “You saw someone breaking in, so you broke in?” she asked in return. It was clearly a cover, and she intended to know his true purpose before letting him out of her sight. He must not be used to being caught if he was using this for a story. Either that or he was new to the field. Susan pitied him if that was the case.

Susan let out a soft laugh and shook her head. “You’re the lucky person who happened to catch the one person who works here and happens to be security,” she told him plainly. That was the only explanation he was going to get though. Work out? She raised her eyebrows at him again. “Trying to change the subject? You must be new to this,” she said, slightly disappointed. She was half-hoping for a challenge tonight.

Spies Like Us ll Clint and Susan

There was a  couple reasons why Barton’s code-name was Hawkeye. His sharp eyes, quick reflexes, and fine tuned hearing were a few of the weapons he had in his arsenal and he prided himself on sensing the presence of others before they sensed him. That was why the sound of another voice behind him was more than a little shocking. Clint turned around to face the person who had managed to sneak up on him and found himself face to face with a beautiful woman in a black leather cat-suit. The mission was at a crossroads and could end up going south very soon if Clint couldn’t talk himself out of this situation.     

Stealthily pocketing the flash drive, Clint smiled at the woman in front of him and turned his charm up to ten. “Of course not darlin. I wouldn’t dare take anything that didn’t belong to me. I was just walking through the neighborhood and I thought I saw someone breaking into the building and thought I should check it out and call the police if necessary. Now the question is, are you the cat burglar I saw?  I mean dressed like that I assume you are. Not that there is anything wrong with the way you are dressed, you look amazing. Do you work out often?” 

Susan smiled back at him. “I’m not familiar with Hyrule, but welcome to Narnia, Link. Do you have any idea who might have done this to you?” she asked, curious but also determined to make them pay for doing something like this to a foreigner right under her own nose.

Unbind them and Help them Find who did that to them (Hope you don't mind my responding. I was intrigued by the meme.)

Link heard someone come into the room where he was bound and blindfolded which was rather embarrassing for the green hero. He blushed and swallowed. “Uh w-whos there?” He asked to the stranger.

((Its fine, it just makes things more embarrassing for link anyway))

“What’s come over you, Ed?”

"Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it."

“I… Ed… That’s not what I meant. I thought we were past all of this.”

Susan was in her flat visitng with a few friends from university when the phone rang. She wasn’t expecting it. Her closest friends were in the room with her, and her family only called anymore if there was a sort of emergency. The thought filled her with dread. Hopefully, it was simply a wrong number.

“Hello?” she answered cautiously, but when she recognized the voice, she began to panic. “Edmund? Is that you?”

Edmund hardly knew why he bothered. It had been years—years of gentle sophisticated mockery and subtle deflecting of his attempts to reach out. Admittedly, those attempts were probably quite gruff. Much as he loved Susan and enjoyed—or had enjoyed—her company, she had always been the sibling he lost patience with the most easily. She was even more so now.

So he took a deep breath before giving the operator Susan’s number, mentally repeating quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to become angry like a mantra.