betrayer_redeemed: (Cas/Ed)
Title / Prompt: 6/07 - Texture
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: teen boytouching - remember that despite the actual age of the characters, Narnia makes them more mature than their actual ages. If this still bugs you, don't read it!
Pairings: Edmund/Caspian
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 369 per MS Word
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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Edmund has discovered that in Narnia, he can feel the textures of things more intensely than he ever could back in England. He isn't really sure if he imagines it, or if it might be real, but he thinks it might have started the first time he felt Aslan's thick, lush mane. And ever since then, he's noticed that everything seems to be more intense and more real, from the tastes of the food to the beautiful vistas stretched out across their land, to the textures of everything he touches.

He loves the feel of fine material against his skin: the soft silk and plush velvet of their court finery, the softest spun cotton of their summer wear, and even the lush fur he bundles himself in during winter.

When he and Caspian head out riding, the soft buttery leather of the riding equipment surprises him -- he's used to the utilitarian harness of Mrs. MacReady's cart horse, not something that feels almost like a dream. And then there's the leather binding the huge volumes of histories and laws and magic -- again soft, but surprisingly smooth under his fingers. The parchment and paper of the pages is crisp, with hardly any tooth to catch a pen or pencil. The edges of the pages are deckled and edged in gold powder, and the illuminated pages have raised lines and dots of gold and silver that he can feel when he brushes a clean finger over them.

But the textures he likes the best are those of his lover's silky hair brushing against his warm skin and his soft lips kissing trails up and down his body. The feel of a hand calloused from sword-play rubbing up his side or over his torso and the feel of warm soft skin under his own hands as he explores all of his lover's sensitive places. Lean muscles strong against his own and hot silk over iron hardness pressed against his own aching hardness. He smiles and presses a kiss against Caspian's neck, then laughs softly. "I love the way you feel against me," he breathes, and the gentle gust of Caspian's breath against his own skin sends a delicious shiver through him.
betrayer_redeemed: (Cas/Ed)
Title / Prompt: 5/07 - Sea
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: teen boytouching - remember that despite the actual age of the characters, Narnia makes them more mature than their actual ages. If this still bugs you, don't read it!
Pairings: Edmund/Caspian
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 221 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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Edmund has discovered that he loves the sea. The salt spray in his face, the startlingly fresh air, the gentle rocking motion of the Dawn Treader as they travel along the waves. Everything is exhilarating and he spends his days busy but happy.

Of course, the occasional storm turns that exhilaration into terror, and the encounter with a genuine sea monster isn't anything he ever wants to repeat, but overall the journey is filled with far more pleasure than distress.

Especially at night, when he and Caspian are alone in their small cabin, with the gentle rocking of the boat making the hammock they lie in swing slowly back and forth. Even with the awkwardness of the close quarters and the risk of being dumped unceremoniously onto the deck, he loves lying in the hammock with the prince, warm hands stroking over soft skin. Sometimes they talk softly of their plans for the future, sometimes they simply kiss each other everywhere they can reach until they're both breathless and flushed. Sometimes they stroke each other to completion and whisper of what they will do once they're back at home, suggestions of wicked things that make Edmund blush at how eager he is.

The sea rocks them gently, until they fall asleep in each other's arms, happy and very much in love.
betrayer_redeemed: (Edmund)
Title / Prompt: "I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope." --Aeschylus
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: none (set between LWW and PC)
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 262 per MS Word
Rating: G
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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It was so hard coming back to England and being a young boy again after being a King in Narnia. Edmund knew all of them missed it horribly, despite the brave face Peter put on every day and the enthusiasm Lucy threw herself into play with. It seemed Susan was content to put on grown up airs and spend all her time fussing about hair and shoes and clothes, but he knew deep down inside even she missed it.

Despite all the horrors he'd faced there, despite the mistakes he'd made and the pain of nearly dying, he missed it with every cell of his being. Now he was just another boy in school -- quiet and bookish and just a little strange, they all noticed -- although fewer boys picked on him now. He suspected his knowledge of fighting and the muscles he was developing had something to do with that.

But above all, he wanted to go back. He felt, in his heart of hearts, that the greatest adventures were still to come -- but they were not going to come in England, that much was certain. Somehow, he had to find a way back to Narnia, where he knew he truly belonged. A way back that wasn't just a dream or a daydream, brilliant sunlight and dappled woods fading away to dull school rooms once more when he shook himself back to alertness. He was determined to find a way back, and he was sure the others all were, too. Someday, some way, they would all return to Narnia.
betrayer_redeemed: (Comfort)
Title / Prompt: 3/07 - Picture prompt - Icy Trees
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: Caspian/Edmund
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 334 per MS Word
Rating: G
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 never said anything to his siblings about it, although he suspected they must have figured it out at some point. After all, none of them were stupid, and sooner or later even the most self-involved person must have seen how tense he became as winter stretched on.

But as he and Caspian walked along one of the great tree-lined lanes he could feel his lover's attention on him instead of on the trees he had just pointed out.

"Edmund, what is it? You seem so troubled," Caspian asked softly, stopping him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I tell you the trees look like they're coated in spun glass and you look... afraid."

"I am," he answered softly. "I can't help it -- it's foolish, I know. But... it's winter, and..." he looked at Caspian, seeing nothing but love and concern in his lover's dark eyes. "I'm always afraid that spring won't come."

"Oh," Caspian said softly, almost more a breath than speech. "I never thought about that. It must be-- I would promise you that spring will always come and summer after that, but..."

"It's not in our power to promise that, Cas -- if she ever came back, she could undo it all again," Edmund said softly, his eyes shadowed and fear-filled. "I worry every year, until the first spring flowers break through the snow."

Caspian wrapped his arms around his lover, then, and kissed him gently. "I can't promise you the seasons will always flow the way they should, Love, but I can promise you that I would be by your side in a fight against her. You don't need to ever worry about facing her alone again." Edmund smiled shyly and hugged Caspian tightly, burying his face in his lover's fur-lined cloak. "There, I can feel you relaxing already," Caspian murmured.

"I think I've been afraid for so long, I forgot how beautiful winter can be," Edmund answered him softly. "Will you show me?"

"Always, my Edmund, always."
betrayer_redeemed: (Cas/Ed)
Title / Prompt: Feb 07 - Picture Prompt - Ivy + Stained glass window
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: Edmund/Caspian
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 231 per PocketWord
Rating: G
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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It is far too easy for young men -- teenage boys, really -- to grow bored when stuck indoors discussing government theory and regional histories. Especially when the day they are stuck indoors during is bright and sunny, warm with the beginnings of summer.

Edmund may love learning, but he can't keep his attention from roving to the window, watching a small songbird hop along the outer sill. Eventually he heaves a huge sigh and pushes his books back from him. "In all my years as king, this has never grown more interesting," he says softly, looking over at Caspian and knowing his lover feels much the same. "And besides, we already know all of this. If we absolutely must study it then perhaps we should do so later in the evening, and not let this day go to waste?"

He looks over at the window again. The songbird is serenading them now, perched on the ivy and swaying in the gentle breeze, and the sunlight shines through the stained glass window to cast brilliant prisms of light on the stone floor.

"You are a terrible influence on me, King Edmund," Caspian says with a smirk, pushing away his own books and rising from his chair. "Race you to the stream!" he cries, and runs from the room with Edmund on his heels, their joyous laughter echoing down the stone corridors.
betrayer_redeemed: (Edmund)
Title / Prompt: Jan 07 - "The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle." --Unknown
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: n/a
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 185 per PocketWord
Rating: PG
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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"Again!" Oreius shouts, and Edmund groans and raises his sword, grunts as Peter rushes him and gets in a clanging blow.

"Ow. Wait! Let me--"

"We are going into battle against the Witch's forces, young King," the Centaur says grimly, "They will not give you a chance to prepare yourself. Again!"

Once more he raises his sword, this time reacting quickly as Peter makes his move. He parries and counter attacks, and Peter's sword goes flying from his fingers. "Ouch!"

"Do not stop and wait for him to get his weapon back!" the Centaur orders. "Press your attack now!"

Edmund turns to scowl at him and says, "He's my brother -- I'm not going to hurt him!"

"No, but you must be prepared to fight against unarmed foes. You must take every advantage you can find, Edmund. The war that we are facing is not a pretty dance. There will be pain and blood, and it is my job to make certain that as little as possible of it is yours. Now, take your positions, and try it again!"

Edmund raises his sword yet again...
betrayer_redeemed: (Cranky)
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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There's no one for me... )
betrayer_redeemed: (Edmund)
Title / Prompt: 11/06 - Picture prompt: Spices
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: none this time
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 208 per MS Word
Rating: PG
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's sure that the Calormene who show them around their capital city are steering them away from the worst of the dirt and poverty, trying to give the impression of great wealth and happy citizens everywhere. But Edmund knows in a city this size, in a culture that includes slavery, there must be slums -- and worse. On the surface it looks like a fantasy straight out of the Arabian Nights, but scratch that surface and there's no fantasy underneath...

As they're shown past marketplace stalls full of colourful silks, fragrant oils, and startlingly vivid mounds of loose spices he can't help thinking about how many people must be cowering away in their homes under fear of punishment for ruining the perfect illusion. How many of those people can't even afford a loaf of the crusty bread and pray, every day, for enough scraps to feed their family?

Susan's eyes go wide and she tugs them over to one of the stalls, taken in by the rich silks and oils, but all Edmund can wonder is whether the people would even recognize freedom if the Narnians were to offer it. He sighs and joins his sister, forcing down the disgust he feels as the sellers offer their goods.
betrayer_redeemed: (Cas/Ed)
Title / Prompt: 10/06 - Picture Prompt 1- Stained Glass Window
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: none
Pairings: Caspian/Edmund
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 475 per PocketWord
Rating: G
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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There were times when it was hard to reconcile the time that passed in Narnia with the time that passed in Edmund's London. He would sometimes find himself thinking that only a few years had passed between his first visit through the wardrobe and the second time, when the Pevensies found themselves in the ruins of Caer Paravel. It seemed so strange to him that over a thousand years had passed in the span of one year, and yet it had.

It didn't really affect him in any way, it was just that it was strange to think about, and sometimes he gave himself a headache trying to puzzle out how it worked. And then Caspian would see him frown and rub his forehead, and would distract him from his thoughts with gentle kisses and soft touches.

Despite his duties as King, Caspian could not quite silence his urge to explore, and so it came to pass that one fine summer day, they were riding out in woods that Edmund had been very familiar with just a few short years -- or an eternity -- ago. The royal hunting trails were overgrown now, little more than deer and rabbit trails through the woods. The land was wild and untamed, and Edmund wasn't entirely sure whether he liked it better this way, or the way he had known it.

Caspian had ridden a little ahead, and soon wheeled his horse and came trotting back. "Ed! You have to see what I just found!" he called, and when he rode up beside Edmund he was beaming. "It's beautiful!"

"Oh?" Edmund asked, finding his lover's enthusiasm infectious. "Show me!"

Caspian led him a few yards on, then pointed at a small clearing. Next to a twisted little tree and half-hidden by weedy undergrowth, there stood a lone stained glass window, shaped like an arch. The sunlight glinted through the pieces of glass, gold and green and pale turquoise, reds and blues and purples; turning the light in the clearing into rainbows. Edmund gasped softly, and although he still smiled, his eyes held a little sadness. "Oh Caspian -- that's one of the windows of Caer Paravel! I loved that corridor -- in the afternoon sun there were rainbows all over the floor and walls... I used to sit in one of the window seats and read..."

"It's lovely, Ed," Caspian said softly, "I think I would have liked that very much." Then he gently touched Edmund's hand and asked, "Is it very strange for you, having so much time passed here when barely any has back in your world?"

Edmund took his hand and squeezed it gently, then quietly answered, "This is my world now, Cas." With that, his sadness was gone, and the two of them dismounted and ate their lunch in the patch of coloured sunlight.
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