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#THEDEVOTEDTM : private and selective mutuals only PERCY HART of The Chronicles of Narnia series. Original Character crossover/au friendly. Written by Katy 25+ she/her. Member of the Narnia Saga Family RPG
Minors DO NOT INTERACT
AN EXPLORATION OF: child abuse, trauma, ptsd, war, grief and complicated grief, self-harm and suicidal ideation, healing, finding light in the dark, true love
The Hart Twins. Born by Magic. Bound by Fate.
A Character Study
The children of Duke Lucan Hart and Duchess Jocelyne Astra-Hart
"Oh goodness." Percy paused as it dawned on him that Arlise wouldn't know any of the history of his entire house, his entire way of life. Everything had happened...after her. What a thought to realize they had lived 1500 years apart and yet here they were now, talking to each other.
"Well, I was born in the year 2475." He said softly. "The North was...my entire life...until I married my wife anyway. She's descended from you actually." He paused. "That's a weird thing to say, isn't it? Everything about this place is weird." He sat back down on the fountain heavily and sighed before looking up at Arlise. "Would you like me to catch you up on 1500 years of the history of House Hart?"
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"1500 years... Goodness, what a thought. Hard to wrap one's mind around." Arlise's eyes grew ever so slightly in size as she thought about what 1500 years of history meant - 1500 years of history after her existence. It just went to show how easy it was to forget that life goes on after your own existence ends.
"Please. I would love to hear what has become of your house after my time. Clearly, Arthur and Eugenie made it out safely...?" She speaks the question aloud, half to herself, and half to Percy, to assure the safety of her friends, despite the fact that they, too, are now in Aslan's country, the same fate of death coming to everyone in this land at some point or another.
"Oh, Eugenie is wonderful!" Percy exclaimed brightly. "She meets everyone from House Hart who wakes up here. Calls us all her children and tells us to call her Auntie Gene." His smile softened. "Actually, she says I remind her of you." He glanced up at Arlise.
"It's interesting actually, because we all wake up here in some version of Hartsridge. It must be Genie's doing because they were the only Harts to live at Hartsridge. After..." His voice trailed off for a second. Would it be insensitive to bring up when her family was slaughtered? Probably. "Anyway, they moved to the mountains in the late 1020s, into Hartsmoor. And that was where House Hart lived ever since. It's why I grew up in the mountains."
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âł arlise pevensie & percival hart + parallels
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Percy couldn't help but laugh. "That's exactly what my sister would do as well. Although, with Pippa, it would come with some sort of insult." He glanced around conspiratorially, half expecting her to pop out of the ether to nail him with snow. Their bond had not abated in death and if anything, he thought it might even be stronger now. She might appear just because he thought of her.
"We grew up in the mountains, so she's quite adept at snowballs." He smiled fondly, remembering the childhood snowball fights that Pippa always managed to ruin once she was losing by resorting to hurling chunks of ice. He looked down, and realized he was still holding onto Arlise's hand. "OH! He exclaimed, letting go. "I'm Percy, by the way. Percy Hart. I got distracted. I don't know that I've ever met another twin before. They're quite rare in the North."
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"Most of my childhood was spent during the end of the white witch's reign - for a long time I thought I would know of nothing but the harshest of winters. I always found winters afterwards to be quite pleasant, because they were never as bitter as they were during that terrible reign. Although it did give me quite the skills with snowball fights, snow angels, and snowmen." She smiled fondly thinking back on the past - and with the knowledge that she could once again revel in those simple joys.
"House Hart? In what year..?" Arlise got a quizzical look on her face, as she thought back to those of House Hart that she knew from her time in Narnia, before the massacre. "And when did the North come into play for your house? It was always quite barren during my time.. But I suppose things would have changed. But I never did learn of Arthur and Eugenie's fate before..." She cut herself off from finishing her thought - no need to bring up her murder.
"Oh goodness." Percy paused as it dawned on him that Arlise wouldn't know any of the history of his entire house, his entire way of life. Everything had happened...after her. What a thought to realize they had lived 1500 years apart and yet here they were now, talking to each other.
"Well, I was born in the year 2475." He said softly. "The North was...my entire life...until I married my wife anyway. She's descended from you actually." He paused. "That's a weird thing to say, isn't it? Everything about this place is weird." He sat back down on the fountain heavily and sighed before looking up at Arlise. "Would you like me to catch you up on 1500 years of the history of House Hart?"
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Percy shot to his feet. Finally, Percy was meeting one of the famed Pevensies. And not just any Pevensie, but the sainted one. His mother had prayed at the Sacred Shrine of Queen Arlise. She had prayed for the protection of her children during the war.
Percy didn't know whether he was supposed to shake her hand or kiss it. His father would say kiss it, but his father also hadn't made it into Aslan's Country so maybe he wasn't the most reliable source for proper etiquette when meeting a saint. Percy felt like he was in a fairy tale.
"You're a twin." He blurted out, settling on shaking her out-stretched hand.
"Oh." The single word escaped in a surprised whispered hush. She certainly wasn't expecting to get this response - she hadn't experienced someone jump to their feet upon meeting her since before her Edmund had left during their golden reign. But it only took a moment for Arlise to recover and return to her senses.
A warm smile graced her features as she watched the mystery man before her. Graciously, as she felt the man take her hand in his own, she gently squeezed as she shook his in greeting, thoroughly expecting to hear the man's name in return but instead becoming slightly confused by his statement.
"Indeed, I am a twin." Mischievously, she leaned forward and whispered: "But fair warning - if Jacquetta comes across you out here, she will not think twice about greeting you by means of a snowball thrown straight in your face instead of a 'hello'."
Percy couldn't help but laugh. "That's exactly what my sister would do as well. Although, with Pippa, it would come with some sort of insult." He glanced around conspiratorially, half expecting her to pop out of the ether to nail him with snow. Their bond had not abated in death and if anything, he thought it might even be stronger now. She might appear just because he thought of her.
"We grew up in the mountains, so she's quite adept at snowballs." He smiled fondly, remembering the childhood snowball fights that Pippa always managed to ruin once she was losing by resorting to hurling chunks of ice. He looked down, and realized he was still holding onto Arlise's hand. "OH! He exclaimed, letting go. "I'm Percy, by the way. Percy Hart. I got distracted. I don't know that I've ever met another twin before. They're quite rare in the North."
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STATUS: Closed except for @thegracioustm LOCATION: aslan's country-saltwood court palace-ice festival DATE & TIME: winter 0001 ac-mid morning
Percy sat on the side of the fountain, contemplating the snow. It didn't feel like the snow had felt...before. He didn't know how else to describe being in Aslan's Country. It didn't feel right to say 'when he was alive' because he seemed alive right now. So then was the before and this was the after.
He shook his head. His mind was wandering. The snow. He had been examining the snow. It wasn't as cold and miserable as it could be in the before. It felt like how you imagined snow as a child. Magical. He could hear the sound of children laughing somewhere nearby, probably ice-skating on the pond. That was another question he had about this place. Were the only children here ones who had left the before as children? Or did some people get to go back to childhood? Could he get a do-over as it were? Something was obviously different since he appeared like he was 25 again, not the 60 something year old he had been when he passed through. Every time he thought too hard about this place, he got a headache. Tamzin kept telling him to just accept that he wouldn't understand it and to stop trying.
His head shot up at he heard someone step into the courtyard. He turned and saw a woman about his age, not that it meant anything hear. She had dark hair similar to his, though her's was straight to his curly. He gave a small smile. Tamzin was also repeatedly telling him to be friendly with people. They would all be together for eternity, after all. "Hello." He said simply.
It was almost overwhelming - the sheer amount of festivities and people around her. She was desperately craving a moment's peace, without the echoing voices of hundreds surrounding her. At this point, she was beginning to think that she would never meet everyone in Aslan's Country.
Bundled up in one of her favorite cloaks, Arlise made her way outside into one of the many courtyards. She was growing to enjoy the way winter was in this world - she still felt a slight chill in the air, but it wasn't as cold as it had always been before - and it certainly didn't touch upon just how bitter it had been during the witch's reign of her childhood. One of her favorite new pastimes was watching the slow fall of snow, the intricate designs of each flake as they landed in her dark hair, and the dancing swirls as they came down from above. Almost immediately, Arlise could hear the distant laughter of children echoing throughout the grounds - a much more welcomed sound than the chatter of hundreds of people gathered together in the court. As her eyes adjusted to the bright sun reflecting off the snow, her roaming eyes fell upon a dark-haired man whom she had yet to meet.
At the man's small smile and polite greeting, Arlise set out towards the fountain the man was sitting on, joining him as a smile graced her own features. "Hello." Her gloved hand reached out and brushed against the fountain, an old habit of brushing the snow away. "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Arlise. Arlise Pevensie."
Percy shot to his feet. Finally, Percy was meeting one of the famed Pevensies. And not just any Pevensie, but the sainted one. His mother had prayed at the Sacred Shrine of Queen Arlise. She had prayed for the protection of her children during the war.
Percy didn't know whether he was supposed to shake her hand or kiss it. His father would say kiss it, but his father also hadn't made it into Aslan's Country so maybe he wasn't the most reliable source for proper etiquette when meeting a saint. Percy felt like he was in a fairy tale.
"You're a twin." He blurted out, settling on shaking her out-stretched hand.
STATUS: Closed except for @thegracioustm LOCATION: aslan's country-saltwood court palace-ice festival DATE & TIME: winter 0001 ac-mid morning
Percy sat on the side of the fountain, contemplating the snow. It didn't feel like the snow had felt...before. He didn't know how else to describe being in Aslan's Country. It didn't feel right to say 'when he was alive' because he seemed alive right now. So then was the before and this was the after.
He shook his head. His mind was wandering. The snow. He had been examining the snow. It wasn't as cold and miserable as it could be in the before. It felt like how you imagined snow as a child. Magical. He could hear the sound of children laughing somewhere nearby, probably ice-skating on the pond. That was another question he had about this place. Were the only children here ones who had left the before as children? Or did some people get to go back to childhood? Could he get a do-over as it were? Something was obviously different since he appeared like he was 25 again, not the 60 something year old he had been when he passed through. Every time he thought too hard about this place, he got a headache. Tamzin kept telling him to just accept that he wouldn't understand it and to stop trying.
His head shot up at he heard someone step into the courtyard. He turned and saw a woman about his age, not that it meant anything hear. She had dark hair similar to his, though her's was straight to his curly. He gave a small smile. Tamzin was also repeatedly telling him to be friendly with people. They would all be together for eternity, after all. "Hello." He said simply.
âNow THATâS a castle.â Pippa declared as they rounded the last bend on the road to Cair Paravel. Percy stared up at it as they reigned in the horses and came to a stop. It certainly was larger than home, and brighter, but there were similarities. Cair Paravel stretched down the cliffside, overlooking the Great Eastern Ocean. Hartsmoor, the looming keep of the Wardens of the North, sat atop a mountain, sneering down at Ettinsmoor and the Witch Country.
âActually, I think itâs a palace, not a castle.â Em corrected, her blonde hair coming loose from her braid and blowing in the sea breeze. Of all the Hart siblings, Em most closely resembled Mother. Mother always claimed her family was descended from the Great Northern Star, but Percy had his doubts. Firstly, there was no documented case of a star coming down from the heavens to have children, with the exception of Liliandil, who was a queen. But when Percy looked at his baby sister, he could picture maybe she was part star. At only 10, Percy could see the beauty she would become.
âWell, whatever you call it, itâs certainly grander than home.â Pippa flicked her dark braid back over her shoulder. Percy could tell she was impressed with what she saw before her. Pippa had been the most excited by Motherâs summons to the seat of royal power. This was her best chance to escape Motherâs schemes for her, most of which involved marriage to some backwards, grubby, dull Northern Lord. There had been a parade of suitors last summer. Pippa had not been impressed by the sons of the North, and Mother had not been impressed by Pippaâs attempts to reject her suitors. This trip would be a fresh start for all of them.
âOf course itâs grander than home! Itâs Cair Paravel!â Em exclaimed. Pippa opened her mouth to reply, but Percy cut her off. Whatever came out of her mouth was sure to hurt Emâs feelings. Pippa didnât like being challenged, and she could be quite mean. Her sharp tongue rivaled Motherâs, while Em was soft and easily bruised.
âWe should get going. Iâm sure Motherâs waiting for us.â
She was standing in the courtyard as they rode in, blonde hair piled in an elaborate knot on the top of her head, and hand already on her hip. âReally, Philippa? Breeches?â
âWell, I could hardly ride all the way here from Hartsmoor dressed as a court lady.â Pippa replied, swinging down from the saddle and tossing the reins to a waiting groom. âThen, you would chide me for ruining my dress.â Mother frowned sternly. Pippa had a way of pushing Motherâs buttons. Percy quickly dismounted and pulled Em from her horse.
âThey make overskirts for riding outfits. You do not have to parade around as a man.â
âI doubt anyone would mistake me for a man while Iâm carting these around.â Pippa grabbed her breasts in a crude gesture. Motherâs face began to turn red. Percy knew he had to intercede before things turned ugly. He quickly stepped between his mother and twin.
âHello, Mother.â He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
âHello, Percy.â She replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek in return. âHow was the journey?â
âDusty, but we made it.â He gave her a small smile. She almost returned.
âWell, come along. We must get you cleaned up before you are presented to the court.â Mother turned on her heel and began walking away.
âPresented? What do you mean, presented?â Pippa chased after her. Percy motioned for Em to start after them.
âThere is a full court dinner and dance that you will be attending.â Mother answered without slowing down or looking.
âReally?â Em exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
âNot you, Emiliana. You are far too young for that.â Percy physically saw the joy leave Emâs body. Pippa grabbed Emâs hand.
âThen why did you even bring her here?â
Mother finally stopped and spun around to face them. They had been on a journey through twisting corridors and stairwells. âI could hardly leave her home all by herself with everyone else in the family here. That would be cruel.â
âAnd dragging her all the way down her just to exclude her from everything isnât?â Pippa began to raise her voice.
âNot here, Pips.â Percy whispered sharply, grabbing her shoulder. Mother would never forgive them if they made a scene in the castle corridor, especially on their first day.
âHarumph.â Mother spun on her heel and continued walking. âItâs not for too long. Once Sebastien finds a wife, Emilie will return to Hartsmoor with him.â She came to a stop outside a set of double doors. âAnd I can focus on you two.â She looked over each of the two twins, and Percy could tell in her expression that neither of them were up to her standards. âNow, these are the Hart family apartments. This will be your home for the time being.â She nodded to the attendant who then swung open the doors. They walked through an entry way, a parlor, and into a private sitting room. Percy hadnât even seen the bedrooms yet and he could tell it was a magnificent suite of rooms, very befitting of the familyâs station. He wondered just how big the apartments were.
âItâs amazing!â Em gasped, staring around in wonder. Percy felt a pang of nostalgia for a time when he was allowed to so shamelessly display his opinions and thoughts. Mother had not been as strict with Em as she had been with the older children.
âDo you think so, Daisy? A familiar voice asked from an overlooked chair in the corner.
âWillian!â Em shrieked, dashing across the room and literally jumping into his arms. It was a good thing Will had stood up. He grunted as he caught her.
âYou are getting heavy, Daisy!â He swung her around before setting her down. âAnd tall.â He bent down and kissed the top of her head, his distinctly brown hair falling into his eyes. Will resembled his own mother, so Percy had been told. Percy had never met his aunt and uncle, they had died before he was born, and so his cousin had been raised as his adopted brother. Will looked up. âDo I get a hug from you, Pipsqueak?â
âI suppose, but Iâm not running.â Pippa crossed the room and hugged Will. âIt wouldnât be befitting of a proper lady to show such emotion.â She cast a pointed look at Mother, who ignored her for a whispered conversation with a maid Percy had never seen before. âYou need a haircut.â She tussled Willâs hair.
âI need a haircut? Have you seen your twinâs head?â Will looked at Percyâs unruly dark curls.
âIâm sure Mother will sort him out soon enough.â Pippa also looked at Percy appraisingly. âThough the curls give him an added boyishness that will probably make him more attractive, so she might let him keep them.â
âYouâre very calculating, you know that?â Percy crossed his arms.
âDonât pretend like youâre not.â
âItâs time to wash the stink of the road off of you.â Mother clapped her hands together. âCome along. Girls first.â
âGirls?â Pippa stared at Mother. âAre you seriously going to make me share a bath with Emmie? Iâm sixteen, Mother!â
âFind yourself a husband and you will never have to bathe with your sister again. Until thenâŠâ Mother snapped her fingers and pointed through an open door behind her.
âUnbelievable.â Pippa snapped before stalking through the doorway, Em trailing behind her.
âDo you think Iâm allowed to sit down?â Percy asked, surveying the fancy chairs as Mother closed the door behind the girls.
âNot with road stink on you.â Will said, pointedly sitting back down. âMother will skin you if you ruin her chairs. She just had them reupholstered.â
âOf course she did.â Percy sighed, moving to go sit on the windowsill.
Three hours later, they were washed and pruned, and now decked out in their finest clothes, preparing to enter the Grand Hall. Father and Sebastien had finally them. The family lined up in their assigned pairs, Mother and Father first, Pippa and Seb in the middle, with Percy and Will bringing up the rear.
âShould I put my hand on yours, or would you like to be the lady in this situation?â Percy smirked at Will, nodding his head towards how Pippa had copied Motherâs stance, with her right hand placed over Sebâs left. Will snorted.
âPercy, I will beat the-â
âDo NOT embarrass me.â Mother hissed from the front, cutting off Pippaâs retort. âThe QUEEN is in there. You will behave appropriately.â They all grew quiet for a moment.
âYou know,â Will whispered, leaning in close as the group in front of them was introduced. âIâm glad Emmie didnât come tonight.â
âWhyâs that?â Percy asked, as the family moved into position in front of the massive doorway. He could see into the hall. It certainly was grand, with all the gold and silver and bronze glittering in the candlelight. At the far end of the room was a raised dais, where the queen sat. In front of her table stood the Lord of the Lantern Waste and his wife, where they bowed to the queen. Thatâs what Percy was about to do. They had traverse the length of the room, in front of everyone, and bow to the queen before they could sit down.
âBecause if she was here, you would walk with her, and I would have to walk in there by myself like a fucking idiot.â Percy had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. In front of him, he could see Pippa begin to squeeze Sebâs hand and he knew she was trying not to laugh. In front of her, he could see Motherâs shoulders tense. She had heard, and they would all be in for it later. âHead up and eyes front.â Will whispered softly as they stepped to the edge of the red carpet.
âLord and Lady Hart of Hartsmoor, Wardens of the North!â The steward declared, thumping his giant stick. The family began to walk forward. Percy was careful to stay in step with Will. He didnât want to be the one to embarrass Mother in front of the entire court. âAnd their children, the Lady Philippa, and Sers Sebastien, Percival, and Willian!â
It felt like an eternity to cross the hall. Percy kept his gaze on the banner over the queenâs head, displaying the Narnian Lion. Percy thought a lion was much grander than his own familyâs crest, which was a stupid hart, because what else would a family named Hart pick? Percy always related the lion to Old King Peter, even though it was supposed to represent all of the Pevensies (and Aslan, of course). Percy glanced at Queen Tamzin for the first time as they reached the foot of the dais. Was she descended from a Pevensie? Or was she from the Telmarine line of King Caspian? That would make her descended from a star. Percy should know, as Mother had taught them. But, he didnât remember. He probably hadnât thought it horribly important at the time. She was beautiful, whoever her ancestors were, with her warm blonde hair and kind eyes.
Father and Mother stopped directly in front of the Queen. Seb released Pippaâs hand and stood to Fatherâs right, while Pippa walked to Motherâs left. Percy and Will split the same way, with Percy next to Pippa and Will next to Seb. They all bowed in unison. âYour Majesty,â Father called out as soon as they rose. âYou are, of course, familiar with my older sons, but may I introduce my twins, uhâŠâFather gestured towards them and paused, his face flashing confusion. The pause went on long enough to become slightly awkward. Percy bit his lip and stared up at the Lion banner, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact with Pippa, even when she squeezed his hand. He couldnât. If he looked at her, he knew he would crack.
Father had forgotten their names. Names that had literally been announced less than a minute ago. Father had never been overly familiar with him and Pippa, not like he was with Seb, but Percy didnât think he was in such low regard as to have his name not even worth remembering. Did he really mean that little to Father? Or was Father perhaps having a stroke? Percy didnât want to look over to find out.
âPhilippa and Percival, Your Majesty.â Mother cut in, breaking the awkward pause. Percy hoped the Queen hadnât noticed the slip up, for all their sakes. He and Pippa bowed their heads to the Queen. All Percy wanted to do was go sit down (or sink into the floor, that would also work). However, they couldnât sit down until Queen Tamzin was done addressing them in whatever way she saw fit. Percy hoped they would just get a nod so they could quickly escape. But they probably wouldnât. For the Queen to simply nod at her Warden of the North, while he was introducing his children no less, would be a serious snub. A severe insult. Percy knew Mother would never recover if she was insulted by the Queen, especially after such an insult from her own husband. He glanced up at the Queen, hoping his face wasnât turning red, despite the heat he could feel on it. Please let this be over quickly.
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