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[iustiregis]

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[caspian--x]

❝King Edmund— you have not asked for a single thing during your stay. Are you sure you’re quite comfortable?❞

                 ❝———…Should you need to bathe, I had all the towelettes washed and prepared for you.❞

[iustiregis]

❝  Oh-- yes, thank you. ❞ 

❝  And call me Edmund, please. --After all, you're the king now. I'm just a lost traveler, I think, or-- something like that, anyways. I'm not quite sure why I'm here yet. ❞ 

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          “What are you doing in here?” 

     Did he forget to lock the TARDIS doors again? He swears he did. Unless the old girl let him in, which is highly unlikely.

"You’re not supposed to be in here."

[iustiregis]

❝ --the doors were open. ❞

Wasn't that obvious? Regardless of the fact that Edmund would know if he left a door open or not (you wouldn't want people wandering into, oh, wardrobes to another land-- stuff like that), the wind was blowing.  ❝ Sorry, but--  ❞ He probably looks a bit overwhelmed because Aslan knows he feels that way. This isn't the sort of thing you learn to be prepared for when you become a king.  ❝ ---What is this? ❞

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     He’s tinkering under the console.

                    “What do you want? I’m busy.”

[iustiregis]

❝ Sorry-- it's just-- well, your box--  ❞

--isn't really something one sees in Narnia. Is how he'd finish that fragmented sentence, but he's not quite over what's inside the box.

[caspian--x]

      ❝Hair is dead. It can be—…changed. Cut, styled, shaved, even waxed or slicked with oil and lard. It’s something that you can always change, especially if others do not happen to—…approve of it. But to say that you like a person’s face? That is something nobody can change. Thus the sentiment is more…meaningful. Do you understand?.❞

              Caspian might have gotten a bit sentimental, in advocating for the fact that to compliment his face—it meant more to him than a lame joke or weak statement made about the conditions of which his hair was kept. He had a nice smile—it made his heart flutter. 

[iustiregis]

Edmund does feel a bit chastised, but that doesn't do much to quell the flush on the back of his neck. This-- is not where he expected this conversation to go. At all. Not one bit. He takes a second before replying, shifting his stance. He's forgotten everything Narnia has taught him, he feels like, but he knows that isn't true-- he's just embarrassed. 

❝ --Yes. ❞

A pause, and then--

                                          ❝ I meant it. The-- compliment. ❞

[caspian--x]

❝…’started it’? There’s nothing at fault here, Edmund. Have you gotten enough to eat today? It would seem that someone’s awfully on edge.❞

                             Yes, he might be teasing.

[iustiregis]

❝ Yes, thank you. ❞ He sounds insufferably patient. ❝ Though I might say the same for you, you know. Complimenting my hair out of the blue, like that. It's not really done. ❞

                                                 Edmund is definitely teasing back.                                                  He just, you know, had to gain his footing.

[caspian--x]

   ❝——-….Thank—you?❞

            Caspian’s thinking that’s a bit too personal of a compliment. It still remains acknowledged and appreciated, however. 

[iustiregis]

 ❝—Look, you started it.❞

[caspian--x]

  ❝——……..Your hair. I like what you do with it.❞

                                                                   ❝Was I speaking Elven?❞

[iustiregis]

❝ Oh--❞ He's got a rather ridiculous grin on his face. 

                                                                   ❝ --You've got a nice smile. ❞

[caspian--x]

iustiregis liked your post: do you have any beauty tips? because that’s quite the mane you’ve got there.

❝King Edmund has quite the head of hair himself.❞

[iustiregis]

❝--What?❞

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        “I’m so glad you’re here! I didn’t know where to go…”

It felt as though she hadn’t really hugged her brother in many years. Only a few days of loneliness reminded her that no matter what she and any of her family had been through, they were still her everything. But even as her joy overcame her, Lucy was still the overly curious child in the family.

        “I hope nothing’s wrong - but why on earth would we be brought home?”

[iustiregis]

Another smile for Lucy; Edmund knows she would have figured something out. She was clever, and not in a brash or arrogant way, either. He does stop to ponder her words though-- she's got a point, and he hadn't exactly considered much other than he was back where he'd so desperately wanted to be.

❝ --Well, it seems quiet enough. ❞

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      “Edmund!”

Surprise barely registered Lucy’s emotions when she laid eyes on her brother. Her departure had been sudden enough, but she’d only just gotten used to the idea of surviving on her own. Now, she might not have to be alone.

       ”You came back too!

[iustiregis]

❝ Lucy! ❞

He's got her in a hug before he can even think about it, and when he steps back again, he's smiling. A bit because he's ridiculously happy he's not here alone, of course, but mostly out of relief from exactly that same reason, and he's nodding even as he starts to speak.

 ❝ I'm glad to see you're here, too. ❞

[caspian--x]

❝That I have not—and as I see it, you haven’t lost that charming smile of yours.❞

           Caspian was more than elated; Upon allowing for Susan to leave, he was met with the harsh and cruel reality that she would never come back—they had shared a kiss, but that was all. Prior to that kiss, they only offered one another gentle words and whispers, things of little to no significance. —In Caspian’s eyes, anyway. He wanted more, he always did. That affection he so craved was never reciprocated, not once in his short life as King, or as a Prince, or even a rogue. He was scared, when he saw Edmund leave, and when Peter turned to look back at a land he had helped create; Caspian knew of the possibility that Edmund would never return. 

Years passed, and they met again, this time on a ship. They shared ruthless arguments and it was—however—safe to say that at times Caspain hated the Pevensie boy, constantly questioning his authority and wondering whether or not Aslan was truly in the right head in deeming him ‘just’. But once Edmund had left again, he regretted all the vile words he ever gave. He wished to take them back. 

❝——…❞

        He bit his lip. He wanted to say, “I missed you,” but rather, he opted against it. 

                       ❝Come, let me show you to the castle.❞

❝We’ll have a boar graced by Aslan himself. And fish, too. Among that, we’ll indulge in apple pastries, and steamed carrots; perhaps even some turkish delight. Don’t tell your mother—but I will offer you a glass of our finest Telmarine Ale to wash it all down with, as well. How’s that, King Edmund?❞

[iustiregis]

A faint flush creeps up the back of his neck and across his face, and Edmund rakes a hand through his short hair to try and hide the fact. He hasn't got a retort for that, so he just kind-of shrugs (you know, that sort of shrug when someone has said something very flattering to you, and you're not quite sure how or even if you respond, so you just-- kind-of shrug).

The invitation gives him something else to focus on, at least, and his smile is flashed again, bright and sunny.  ❝ Lead on! ❞  His smile only broadens more until it's near ready to fly off his face as Caspian rattles on-- and then the flush comes back at the ' king '. 

❝ Sounds rather wonderful, but I think you have more to fear if Peter finds out. ❞

Quip for a quip, Caspian! Even if-- well, it's not much of a quip, is it?

He's had a hell of a day, Edmund likes to think he's excused. 

❝ Come on, then, lets get going! ❞

He's definitely very excited to be back in Narnia, and to see Caspian, and to eat at a proper feast again-- the sort Narnians had, because back in England feasts really weren't feasts at all, they were more sort of gatherings.

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