A/N: Here is Edmund's chapter! I apologise once again for the wait-school must, sadly, take priority. Lucy's will probably be up next weekend :)
Please review, I would love to know your thoughts on this!
Edmund's hands are the hands of a scholar. Clever and quick, ink-stained fingertips slit with small paper cuts. There is something delicate about them, while as strong as his brother's, they have something of the pale slenderness and grace of his sister's. They are hands for turning the crumbling pages of ancient law tomes by candlelight in labyrinthine libraries, hands for delivering elegant, victorious strategy on chessboard or in war council.
While the grasp of a quill fits well in his hands, the grasp of a sword hilt settles just as comfortably into his palms. They are rough, rough like Peter's with many hours of practice to make up in skill what he once lacked in strength. His twin blades whirl and flash, light dancing across them as he rains death upon their enemies. His wrists match Peter's also, the marks of what they have suffered together raised on his skin.
His nails are ever so slightly bitten, a habit of anxiety detested by Susan. She snatches his hands back from his face and winds them in her own to stop him fidgeting nervously, especially in the early days when he still wasn't certain of his place in his kingdom and his family, and even now when any of his siblings takes his hands in their own he finds it deeply comforting.
In the heat of summer he plucks the blooming flowers from outside the gates of the castle as gifts for Lucy, and when he is feeling sentimental and there is no one there to witness he even helps her weave them into pretty chains with his nimble fingers, her favourite type of jewellery. His hands have been sickeningly red with Peter's blood after he has been too heroic on the battlefield again, and it is all he can do to desperately try to stem the bleeding, hands shaking as Peter's life slips away through his fingers. He teaches Susan endlessly of the intricacies of chess, and they sit together in the light of a dying fire and wage war across the table. But more than anything his hands hold the scales of justice for the people of Narnia, for none are so renowned in judgement as he.
A/N: Lucy will be up soon. Please review!