Rating: PG for slashyness
Diclaimer: Narnia and all characters belong to CS Lewis. I'm just borrowing them. I've also
borrowed on or two lines of dialogue to tie this in to the frame of Prince Caspian.
No disrespect is meant by this. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
A/N: This will become slashy. Very, very gently slashy, but it will focus on m/m romantic
relationships.
I wrote this in response to a request from my very dear friend AngelHair, and it's dedicated
to her.
Chapter Three is very short and has no POV
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The battle was won, the day ended in victory. When the feasting was over and the time came
for sleep, Edmund found that he could not get comfortable, and he shifted and turned
restlessly. Although he tried his best not to disturb the others, and Caspian quickly
drifted off to sleep, Peter, who was lying closest to him, found himself unable to get any
rest at all.
'Edmund, whatever is the matter?' he asked eventually, a trifle irritated, for he was
exhausted from combat and longed for sleep. Edmund sighed and sat up.
'I – I don't quite know,' he said quietly. 'That Caspian has left me feeling frightfully
odd,' he admitted, talking very fast and trying not to meet Peter's eyes.
'What do you mean, Edmund?' Peter said.
'I don't rightly know,' Edmund said. 'But – but I don't feel much like sleeping. In fact,
I feel almost as though I'll never sleep again. Like everything has changed…' Edmund broke
off with a sigh, realising that Peter couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
'Why do talk sense, Edmund!' Peter said, sounding a little exasperated, but then something
in Edmund's face made him soften his tone. The younger boy was pale, and his eyes were a
little wild. 'I say, Ed, are you not quite well?' Peter asked, quite kindly, although he
was now a bit worried. The look on Edmund's face and his slightly strange behaviour
reminded Peter uncomfortably of the way he had been during their very first adventure
in Narnia, when he had been under some kind of wicked enchantment.
Edmund looked up. 'Perhaps that is it,' he said, and suddenly his shoulders slumped and he
looked altogether less wild and more miserable.
Peter was quietly relieved, although all he said was: 'Are you all right, Ed? Do you think
I should wake up Lucy?'
'No, it's probably nothing. I shouldn't think it's worth bothering her.'
'Well in that case, lie still and try and get some sleep, there's a good chap.'
Edmund sighed again, and lay back down, and although he was no more comfortable than he
had been before, and no more inclined to sleep, either, he had the courtesy to lie still
and let Peter get some rest.
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Diclaimer: Narnia and all characters belong to CS Lewis. I'm just borrowing them. I've also
borrowed on or two lines of dialogue to tie this in to the frame of Prince Caspian.
No disrespect is meant by this. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
A/N: This will become slashy. Very, very gently slashy, but it will focus on m/m romantic
relationships.
I wrote this in response to a request from my very dear friend AngelHair, and it's dedicated
to her.
Chapter Three is very short and has no POV
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The battle was won, the day ended in victory. When the feasting was over and the time came
for sleep, Edmund found that he could not get comfortable, and he shifted and turned
restlessly. Although he tried his best not to disturb the others, and Caspian quickly
drifted off to sleep, Peter, who was lying closest to him, found himself unable to get any
rest at all.
'Edmund, whatever is the matter?' he asked eventually, a trifle irritated, for he was
exhausted from combat and longed for sleep. Edmund sighed and sat up.
'I – I don't quite know,' he said quietly. 'That Caspian has left me feeling frightfully
odd,' he admitted, talking very fast and trying not to meet Peter's eyes.
'What do you mean, Edmund?' Peter said.
'I don't rightly know,' Edmund said. 'But – but I don't feel much like sleeping. In fact,
I feel almost as though I'll never sleep again. Like everything has changed…' Edmund broke
off with a sigh, realising that Peter couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
'Why do talk sense, Edmund!' Peter said, sounding a little exasperated, but then something
in Edmund's face made him soften his tone. The younger boy was pale, and his eyes were a
little wild. 'I say, Ed, are you not quite well?' Peter asked, quite kindly, although he
was now a bit worried. The look on Edmund's face and his slightly strange behaviour
reminded Peter uncomfortably of the way he had been during their very first adventure
in Narnia, when he had been under some kind of wicked enchantment.
Edmund looked up. 'Perhaps that is it,' he said, and suddenly his shoulders slumped and he
looked altogether less wild and more miserable.
Peter was quietly relieved, although all he said was: 'Are you all right, Ed? Do you think
I should wake up Lucy?'
'No, it's probably nothing. I shouldn't think it's worth bothering her.'
'Well in that case, lie still and try and get some sleep, there's a good chap.'
Edmund sighed again, and lay back down, and although he was no more comfortable than he
had been before, and no more inclined to sleep, either, he had the courtesy to lie still
and let Peter get some rest.
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