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Title / Prompt: 12/06 - From April - "If I'm such a legend, then why am I so lonely? Let me tell you, legends are all very well if you've got somebody around who loves you." - Judy Garland
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: possibly slight Edmund/Peter implied, Edmund/OMC implied
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 380 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Walden Media, Disney, and the Lewis estate aside, C.S.Lewis himself said, "Why not write stories for yourself to fill up the gaps in Narnian history? I've left you plenty of hints -- especially where Lucy and the Unicorn are talking in The Last Battle. I feel I have done all I can!"
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He watches them at the dance, smiling every time someone glances his way, then sighing sadly and staring into the distance. Peter is dancing with one of the Dryads, a beautiful pale woman with silvery leaves tangled in her hair. She leans close and whispers in his ear, and Peter laughs.

Lucy is dancing with Tumnus, and Edmund knows, can see it in the Faun's eyes. Once Lucy is old enough, she'll be his -- their love is already so overwhelmingly sweet he can't bear to watch it, can't bear to think about it.

Susan is dancing with Fauns and Satyrs and laughing gaily, happy that so many charming men are paying attention to her. At some point she might even realize that none of them are men at all, but she won't mind -- she just loves the attention. When the Dryads and Holly women, their branches heavy with red berries, join in, she just laughs and twirls with joy.

He meets Oreius' gaze over the heads of the celebrants, sees the Centaur look in Peter's direction. He sighs and nods, knowing what that needful, aching gaze means...

* * *

They walk along the street in Tashbaan, and he can't help looking into the crowd. There are young men with dark skin, dark eyes, watching him eagerly. He can't help returning their gazes, can't help seeing those beautiful bodies and faces, can't help wanting.

He can't help imagining how it would be if the Calormene were as free as the Narnians. Those delicious dark hands sliding over his skin, touching and stroking, dark fingers penetrating, dark lips kissing... But he knows his desires would get those beautiful men stoned to death by their so-called holy men, and he will not allow that to happen to any of them. It's just wrong that anyone should be punished for wanting or touching him...

* * *

And when he's back at school, he isn't a legend anymore, isn't a king; he's just Edmund Pevensie. Too pretty and a little bit strange; doesn't seem to notice the girls at all. He knows they talk about him, he knows what they say, and he ignores them all as best he can, wishing more often than he'd like to let on that he could find someone to love him...
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