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quecksilvereyes · 1 year

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Sister of Peter, daughter of Eve; how deep is the well in your eyes? If your teacher took a stone and dropped it into your pupils, how long until it makes a sound? If she smiles at you with rouge-dark lips, do you imagine your mouth matched with hers?

Your mother bought weed killer, today, and left the bottle open on the kitchen counter. The garden is a mess, she says. Her petunias, ruined. Her pansies, drained. It has been left untended for too long, and now the roots are too deep in the soil.

As long as there is a root, the rot will come back. Between one blink and the next, it might start devouring the house, instead. So, really, what choice is there but to take a shovel and dig?

Don't touch that, Lucy.

You will stain your little hands. You will make a mess of your mother's counters, and the taste of it won't leave the grooves in your fingertips for months to come. Every tree you touch will be sick with it, white streaks across sapping bark. For days, the smell will cling to your nose.

Didn't you know?

Helen Pevensie's children were left in the wild for too long and now Susan has thorns. Peter has teeth, and Edmund has roots. Lucy drips poison. They have, the four of them, grown into one another as weeds do, too tangled now to dig through their roots and take them from the ground they've claimed.

Daughter of Helen, how deep is the chasm in your lungs? If you tore yourself open, might you fill it with everything that floods from your siblings' palms? Susan curls her hair every morning, and stands straighter now than she ever has. Peter's obedience is an edged thing hung by the corners of his mouth.

Your mother won't let either of them see the paper. Peter's hands are bloodied, most days, and bruised at the knuckles. Fit them, each, underneath your lips. Until your golden brother weeps, his face in your hair, and his hands a shaking mess.

Hold him.

Watch Susan paint rouge on lips too small to hold it. Her hair falls to her shoulders and when she dances, she stumbles. She laughs, then, and it's a heaving, ugly sound that tears itself from her stomach or maybe the muscles in her back that are by now withered. Let her hold you, like this, painted nails dug deep in human flesh that has never seen a dagger. Drink from the crook of her neck each of her sobs.

Watch her file away her thorns.

Edmund drinks honeyed tea like a damned thing put on holy soil for communion. Trembling hands and a blood-red mouth, he has long since stopped pulling on your braids. From the well of your eyes, a sullen boy holds onto his siblings as though they might emerge from school changed to the bones. Cup his face in the hollows of your palms, brush each of his freckles in turn, until the hard line of his throat softens and his mouth goes slack.

Helen, mother of four, brings home turkish delight, heavy with rationed stamps. Watch how the sugar stains Susan's fingers and how it settles on Peter's lips. See the line between Edmund's eyes.

For hours, his breath smells of rosewater.

Oh, Lucy. You valiant woman. You reckless girl. Don't take the weedkiller. Don't pour it down the drain. The garden needs tending, see. So, child of Adam, is there still bone lodged in your chest? Are you, still, more sea than you have ever been girl?

Come, now. Behold your teacher's mouth. Could you fit, still, your needle-teeth around the sharpness of her?

Smile.

Wait.

#tcon #narnia #lucy pevensie #narnia fanfiction #narnia fanfic #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #helen pevensie #mrs pevensie #in which lucy reckons #in which lucy is the well from whence truth comes to shame mankind #sibling relationships #on love #and weeds

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goldenvulpine · 6 months

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#peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the white queen #the white witch #ben barnes #aslan #mr tumnus

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fishfingersandscarves · 5 months

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scene from the lion the witch and the wardrobe inspired by the west end cast

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #lww #lucy pevensie #mr tumnus #illustration #fire cw #id die to see this production but they closed this past summer...sobs

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tending-the-hearth · 2 months

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a version of chronicles of narnia where those closest to the kings and queens get put into a sleep when the pevensies are brought back to their world, from which they're awoken only when their beloved four rules return, something à la sleeping beauty.

so the pevensie siblings return to narnia, and logically, it's been thousands of years. their closest friends, those they viewed as family, are, to their knowledge, dead, and they are completely alone now.

until peter and caspian encounter each other in the woods, and are about to get into their fight. it's the moment where peter's back is turned, and caspian has his word raised. lucy is screaming, tears in her eyes, susan and edmund are too far away to do anything, and there's a moment of chaos before caspian's strike is blocked by a larger, longer sword.

oreius, completely disgruntled and still very out of the loop, but only focusing on the fact that his king, his friend, his son, is in danger, glares daggers at caspian, not looking away for a second, even as tumnus gathers a now-relieved, sobbing lucy up in a tight hug, and edmund and susan shriek with joy upon seeing the beavers and mr. fox.

and any feeling of tension or fear immediately seeps out of peter, who drops the rock he had picked up, and stumbles to his feet and to oreius' side, being able to lean on the centaur for the first time in a year, and not have to worry about his safety or his siblings' safety. and oreius, without taking his eyes off of caspian and his followers, just puts an arm around peter.

and caspian remembers. he remembers the stories of the high kings and queens of narnia, and their beloved inner circle, and the absolutely terrifying centaur who called them sons and daughters of his heart, and he can't quite help but think about how utterly fucked he is.

#i have a vision in my mind #of a “don't touch my daughter you bitch” moment #and it's oreius giving caspian THE death glare as he stands protectively in front of peter #that's his son your honor #NOT a caspian bash #i just think its funny if caspian realizes that he's just fought with peter in front of his narnia dad #and is absolutely prepared to die for it because of the stories he's heard of oreius' protectiveness #also the group makes their way back to the how #and hear someone absolutely verbally tearing caspian's army to shreds #and edmund completely lights up because he'd recognize philip's voice anywhere #and he gets to reunite with his sarcastic shit of a best friend #this is going to be a fic btw #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian #peter pevensie #oreius #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #mr tumnus

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thorinsbeard · 6 months

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A movie for every year since I was born: The Chronicles of Narnia (2005)

#the chronicles of narnia #narniaedit #the chronicles of narnia 2005 #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #jadis the white witch #mr tumnus #mr and mrs beaver #beardys gifs #**#since i was born meme #movies since i was born meme

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ottern0t · 1 month

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first not related to doctor who art post ive done but im the costume and background director for my school’s rendition of The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe so i painted this to get me into the spirit 🤯

#narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #narnia fanart #lucy pevensie #mr tumnus #Art #Otter-not an art tag 🙄 definently

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aesthetic--mood · 2 months

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The Chronicles of Narnia Spring Aesthetic

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fool-of-a-took1 · 11 months

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Headcanons about when the Pevensie siblings returned to England (the first time)

When they came back to England through the wardrobe and they returned to their younger bodies, naturally all the scars they received in Narnia disappeared. All but one, the one in on Edmund’s stomach remained, the one he got at his first battle. No one really knew why he still had it, why it hadn’t disappeared it just didn’t. It was there and it served as a constant reminder of the white witch, that the experience had been real.

Everyone noticed a change in the Pevensies when they came back from the countryside. That included their teachers.

Lucy was suddenly a very clever girl, not that she hadn’t been before, but now she had a maturity to her. Her reading ability had improved immensely and she wrote the most beautiful poems.

Edmund’s demeanour had turned a whole 180°. He was more strategic, less rash. It was way more difficult to make him mad, he usually just responded with a witty comeback. And he seemed to put more effort into his work. He had always been smart, but now he was outstanding. He passed all his classes with ease, except for history that is (he kept forgetting that they had never had a king named Frank). He had also gotten very much better at chess, there was no one in the whole school they could beat him, not even the English teacher Mr. Evenly that had gotten very far in the English championship in chess. (Let’s pretend that exists even if it doesn’t)

Susan stood straighter and had a more regal look to her demeanour, not in a way that she expected everyone to obey her or anything like that. It was just very difficult not to respect her. She had gotten very good at resolving conflicts and avoid violence.

Peter had also changed a lot, he was more mature but also more rash in his decisions. He started acting more with his fists (that didn’t really start until it had been about half a year). He did write amazing novels though, stories about battles. Battles with medieval methods and weapons. The details were incredible, it was almost as he’d been in the battles himself.

They all had gotten a whole lot better at swimming. Edmund managed to save a man double his size and weight when he went through the ice. Lucy was always very fast and her technique was like nothing teachers had seen before, it was like she had been taught by a fish. (Possibly mermaid or nymph of some kind.)(Same goes for the others, I just can’t really come up with something)

All of them had nightmares but they had also become very good at controlling and hiding certain emotions behind a curtain or wall.

Edmund often got panic attacks during the cold months, especially when it snowed. Susan started making him something warm to drink every time she noticed it was getting colder or she saw snow falling before school, Peter wrapped up and cuddled Edmund in blankets and Lucy just came into his room with her warm smile and sat and talked with him. With time he wasn’t as sensitive to cold and snow and the panic attacks died down but the small rituals of the siblings having this cosy bonding time with one another continued for a lot longer.

And through all of this Helen was an amazing mother, she might not know what the change in her children was caused by but she always helped. Through panic attacks and frantic studying, she held them after nightmares and she just kept being their mother. She was their mum and raised that just as good as Narnia had.

Hope it was to your enjoyment <3

#Narnia #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #headcannons #mr tumnus #Helen Pevensie #England #the pevensies #the return to England #Diggory Kirk #professor Kirk #chess #Edmund pevensie is my favourite #shh don’t tell anyone #narnia headcanon

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soranatus · 1 year

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The Chronicles of Narnia by Josh Beames

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #mr tumnus #jadis the white witch #character design

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theenchantress36 · 2 months

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I'm so obsessed with the first five seconds of the Coronation music. The way the music curls and echoes. How it lowers in pitch and stretches. Like the hoot of an owl. Like Mr. Tumnus' flute. This piece screams the magical wonder of the series. Love it.

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #aslan #the pevensies #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #mr tumnus #cs lewis #lww

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silvurs · 14 days

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sometimes i think about how his father comes back from the war but he can’t keep the blood from his mouth or the nightmares in his head. his father comes back from a hellish landscape, but his chest is tight when it snows and he flinches at the glint of the butter knife passed his way. his father comes home in the echo of gunfire and limping with a wound but he takes the first bath every day rubbing at the puckered scar under his ribs, as if the old ache was more haunting than the new. his father comes back from the war with haunted eyes, but his are older, where neither can name their unspeakable horrors. his father comes back from the war glad to be home, but he’s too entrenched in ghosts to welcome him back.

#i don’t know what this is #edmund pevensie #mr pevensie #i’m just thinking about edmund’s guilt and trauma and how it manifests in england #especially when their father returns #silvurs!edmund #the chronicles of narnia #narnia

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livelaughlove-write · 2 years

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So...if we can get a Lord of the Rings show, I think that we should also get a show about the Golden Age of Narnia, and they should recast the original siblings, because they are now the appropriate age of when the golden age took place. Just putting that out there...

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #lotr #rings of power #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #Aslan #Lord of the Rings #The Golden Age of Narnia #the white witch #aragorn #galadriel #halbrand #mr tumnus #elrond #rivendell

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tending-the-hearth · 8 months

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edmund absolutely adored snowy weather. waking up to snow on the ground was his dream come true, and he rarely waited long enough to be bundled up before rushing outside and leaping into the fluffy, cold snow. it was his favorite weather, and that was one trait about him that always made his mother and father laugh.

but upon the pevensie's return home, their mother notices the shift in edmund.

one evening, as it gets closer to christmas, she notices the snowfall outside, and smiles, calling to edmund, announcing the snow with the expectation that he'll rush to the glass, press his nose up against it, and ask delightedly if they can go sledding in the morning.

instead of the joyful shine in her youngest son's eyes, however, she sees nothing but horror as he abandons his chess game with susan in favor of scrambling backwards, getting as far away from the window as possible, curling up into the tiniest ball, his face pressed into his knees.

she's left at a loss for words, and reaches out for him, but she's too slow compared to his siblings. immediately, lucy's at her brother's side, crouching in front of him and holding his hands tightly as she whispers soft things in a nonsensical language. peter's grabbing the warmest blanket from the couch, and sitting beside edmund, wrapping it around his shoulders and tucking his brother against his side. susan's returning from the kitchen where she had rushed off to as soon as her mother announced the snow, a steaming mug of tea (not hot chocolate, never hot chocolate. the taste makes edmund want to vomit, memories of cold touches burning his skin, and tempting whispers of power in his ears) held tightly in her hands before it's passed off to edmund.

their mother can only watch as edmund shakes, eyes firmly fixed on lucy's face as she holds his hands with a smile, as peter begins speaking softly, a whispered story only for his siblings' ears, as susan gently runs her fingers (warm and firm, never cold and frail like the ones that haunt edmund's dreams) through his hair.

edmund doesn't love snow anymore.

#i imagine there's one snowy day where mrs. pevensie brings home a box of turkish delights #bc she knows they're edmund's favorites #but the second he sees them he's rushing off to the bathroom retching #my hc that edmund absolutely loathes hot chocolate after narnia continues #chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie

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confessions-of-a-bookworm · 1 year

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Happy women's day to these girlbosses!!

#confessions of a bookworm #narnia #chronicles of narnia #the pevensies #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #lilandil #helen pevensie #mrs beaver #the white witch #jadis #mrs macready #all pics have been taken from Pinterest and Narnia wiki #international women's day

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thedawntreaders · 2 years

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lucy, out of the goodness in her heart, is the type to knock edmund out with the very same narnian lullaby mr. tumnus played for her every time her brother shouts himself awake from the nightmares.

edmund, completely unaware of where she learned this from, appreciates it. it means a lot to him, especially when she just slips into his room with soft knocks and quiet shuffling, no questions hanging in the balance for him to digest and respond to.

bad dreams again? do you want to talk about it?

he'd rather they never talk about it at all. so that's exactly what happens. he melts into the covers once the first six notes play (the melody is really, at this rate, his sleeping elixir) and instead of scrambling through dreams smothered in white and grey, he drifts to the ones blanketed with warm and vibrant colors.

one morning, edmund generates enough curiosity to ask lucy where and from who she learned this music from. after all, he wanted to thank them for gifting him sleep, perhaps even invite them to stay at the castle to perform for the court. he expected a mundane answer; something along the lines of a dryad, or centaur, or any civilian around cair paravel. he's not prepared to hear her cheerfully answer "oh, why mr. tumnus played it when he was trying to kidnap me!"

edmund is stunned into silence. no, surely he heard that incorrectly.

what makes it worse is that today mr. tumnus is having breakfast with them. and as they have an awkward silent stare-off, mr. tumnus not denying any of the queen's words, lucy begins to understand the gravity of her statement. in a fit of nervous giggles, she pulls out her instrument to play the lullaby again and knocks them both out.

(susan and peter walk into the dining hall and find mr. tumnus and edmund respectively passed out over their breakfasts. susan is alarmed, peter makes a beeline towards the pancakes and is unfazed by ed's predicament — you'll be surprised how many times his brother has fallen asleep on his jam-topped toast.)

#lucy has a lot of work to do once they wake up #tcon #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia imagines #narnia headcanons #pevensie imagines #pevensie headcanons #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #mr. tumnus

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aesthetic--mood · 8 months

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Lucy Pevensie Aesthetic

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