I thought I might as well write something while waiting to be told what to write. (Yeah, yeah, go ahead and mock all you want. What can I say -- I get bored easily.)
The internet informs me that Christmas in 1948 did in fact fall on a Saturday. The first two lines of Edmund's attempted limerick are a direct quote from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. The remaining three are, alas, entirely my fault. As for how the letters got back and forth so fast... let us say that either London's postal service was Just That Good, or they talked Peter into playing courier. *grin*
Five letters exchanged between Susan and Edmund Pevensie in the week leading up to Christmas 1948. (600 words)
[ETA: The ever-so-slightly revised final version is now up here on AO3 and here on ff.net.]
( To All Good Will )
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There is actually an explanation for how I got from the prompt word to the fic, but it's rather long, convoluted, and involves me singing the word to the tune of "Rock Me Amadeus," among other things, so I think it's best left untold. *wry*
The internet informs me that Christmas in 1948 did in fact fall on a Saturday. The first two lines of Edmund's attempted limerick are a direct quote from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. The remaining three are, alas, entirely my fault. As for how the letters got back and forth so fast... let us say that either London's postal service was Just That Good, or they talked Peter into playing courier. *grin*
Five letters exchanged between Susan and Edmund Pevensie in the week leading up to Christmas 1948. (600 words)
[ETA: The ever-so-slightly revised final version is now up here on AO3 and here on ff.net.]
( To All Good Will )
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There is actually an explanation for how I got from the prompt word to the fic, but it's rather long, convoluted, and involves me singing the word to the tune of "Rock Me Amadeus," among other things, so I think it's best left untold. *wry*