Author's note: If you are against dangerous, forbidden things, then get out of here.
If not, stay. It's not as simple as I described in the previous sentence, but you get the idea…
No flames aloud.
It's my story, my imagination and you have no right to insult it. Although you have a right to correct it and give me a piece of advice, or even a nice, pleasant review, if you like.
I don't agree with incest, but fictional incest is interesting, at least to me.
And don't bother contradicting anything I say, in this short paragraph. It's a waste of time.
Warning: Incest. Rated M. NC-17.
Oh, and by the way, I'm not a fluent English speaker, so you might find some grammar errors.
They might be a little OOC. I mean, they will not be the innocent, well-intentioned kids the book describes.
Summary: Lucy just wants to break the wall that was built between her and her brother.
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She can't say she gets along with her older brother. In fact, they don't even talk too much. When they were children, he had this habit of getting behind her back and scaring her, whenever Peter or Susan weren't with them to scold him. She jumped like a frightened deer and bit her lower lip, while he was laughing in her face, proud of his action, like he had just won a prize.
Later he betrayed them and he returned ashamed, full of remorse. They became kings and queens and he has never been the same.
He is respectful and polite. He often laughs and smiles. But he doesn't tease her, like he used to. He doesn't push her around and doesn't make sarcastic affirmations about her. He has become the perfect older brother. He treats her like they are almost strangers, not brother and sister. Even Peter is more laid-back than he is.
She believes that he is still feeling guilty about what he has done. That must be the cause of his behavior. He is too perfect and she doesn't like him that way. This role fits Peter, not him.
She likes the witty, mischievous Edmund. She likes him when he's being mean to her. She likes him when he mocks her or makes fun of her because she is too sensitive or naïve. She walks on the corridors and passes near him, but he doesn't make an ironic comment. He just nods at her and keeps walking. Because, for him, she is just another queen that must be respected. Like she is not his sister and he must not act like he is her brother. Like he is not familiar with her.
At dinner, he jokes with Peter, he praises their oldest brother with slaps on his back, like the two best friends they are. He listens to Susan and makes conversation with her about different matters. But he doesn't speak to her more than it's necessary. He greets her, asks her about her wellbeing and courteously replies when she asks him about his.
And Lucy wonders if she has done something wrong. She knows she hasn't. But his avoidance is there, written all over him and it hurts her. If she forgave him, then why does he still act like this?
Eight years have passed since their arrival in Narnia and Edmund isn't used to her, after his treachery. He has gotten used to Peter and Susan, but not to her.
They travel in other lands and Lucy is courted by lords, knights and kings. Susan is ecstatic about it, Peter smiles and gives his consent. Edmund doesn't say anything. He watches silent as she takes their hands and dances with men who desire her. All Lucy thinks about is him. She wants to see his reaction, she wants to receive his consent, just like she receives Peter's. She wants him to be happy for her. And to show it, just like Susan does.
Because he is her brother too, and she needs him to act like one.
She is aware that it's not healthy to think about the same thing, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, but she can't help it. She is becoming obsessed and it weakens her, it makes her ill. Nobody notices her strange preoccupation. She doesn't let them see it. She hides it and guards it with all her inner strength. Although, not for long.
The first who observes is her sister. The two of them are admiring Cair Paravel's splendid gardens. If Lucy didn't know any better, she would think that all the flowers in the world grow there, from the fragile lavender and the sweetened rose to the wild bramble. It's a piece of paradise.
"Something on your mind, Luce?" Susan asks worriedly, flipping her long, black hair. She studies the younger girl and realizes she looks like a ghost. Her pale skin is whiter than ever and blue circles adorn it, under her eyes. Lucy sighs and looks down, not knowing how to share her thoughts with Susan.
"It's Edmund." The Valiant Queen replies. Susan raises her eyes, sparkling with interest. "I don't even know him anymore, Su." Lucy complains, adopting a pained expression. "If he and I were not getting along before, now it's even worse. He's really cold and distant."
Susan furrows her brow, confused.
"What are you talking about? His behavior is completely normal."
Lucy inhales deeply and flickers her eyes to the pavement.
"He acts normally around you and Peter. But not around me. In the last eight years we never had a conversation longer than five sentences. When we meet, we just greet each other and that's it. We have estranged from each other." She holds her sister's gaze, mirroring her image. They are so different, yet so much alike.
The dark-haired sister widens her eyes, taken aback. Lucy's words surprise her more than anything.
"You must be joking." Susan says quietly. "I was aware of the fact that the two of you don't interact very much, but I didn't know it was that bad."
"It is." Lucy whispers sad.
Susan furrows her brow and purses her lips, meditative.
"This will not remain unresolved, Luce." She assures her, caressing Lucy's long, fair hair. "I promise you that I will talk to Ed. You are going to spend more time together from now on."
Lucy jumps, startled, and shakes her head, quickly, pleading Susan.
"No, don't do it! He will be mad at me!"
But her sister laughs, careless.
"Why would he be? He is your brother and it's his responsibility to take care of you. And to talk to you like a good, older sibling."
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Lucy knew that she shouldn't have let Susan do it. It's already too late. Her brother's dark eyes fix her with an intensity that makes her shiver. A feeling reminiscent to a cold finger trails down her spine. They stare at each other for a few moments, before Lucy opens her mouth to speak.
"So…"
"What did you tell Susan?" His grave voice suddenly cuts through her high one. It echoes in the silent room. Lucy trembles a little, but she tries to maintain her calm.
"I-I have told her that you do not speak to me." Lucy replies unsure.
His eyes narrow slightly and the corners of his mouth curve upward in a smirk. Lucy exhales in relief. He isn't mad at her. In fact, he actually smiles. Soon, she founds herself returning his smile. His lovely smile.
"I thought you were going to be furious."
"Why?" Edmund asks.
Lucy fidgets, avoiding his powerful gaze.
"Because I seem to have a short temper?" He continues, looking at her in a frightening way. Or maybe only she believes it's frightening. Maybe she's just afraid of him.
"Yes. You seem to have a short a temper." Lucy murmurs. He snorts, apparently amused by her hesitation.
"You're not sure about your statement."
Lucy raises her head and blinks, uncertain how to react at his comeback. What is he trying to get at? Edmund doesn't wait for her answer. He nods at his younger sister and makes a gesture with his hand, indicating the door.
"Shall we go for a walk? We don't want to disappoint Peter and Susan when they will ask us if we make improvements with our relationship."
She feels slightly hurt. So, after all, he doesn't care if they become closer. Everything is for Peter and Susan. Lucy agrees and follows him on the obscure corridors. The night's black-bluish veil is already covering the sky.
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They haven't made any improvement. They trick Peter and Susan and try to appear close to each other, but reality can not be further from the truth. They still take long walks together, in the evenings, but silence is heavy.
They cannot bring back those eight years they have lost.
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Author's note: So this is the first chapter. Don't worry, the fun part will come later. "Patience is a virtue."