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Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Edmund Pevensie
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: Umm, PG13, I think
#01 - Ring
It was just a ring, a ring of kingship, just a symbol, but when Edmund returned from somewhere far away and knelt at Peter's feet to be thanked and welcomed, it was what he focused on, to keep himself from letting his eyes get caught by Peter.
#02 - Hero
Peter was the King, the King of a country and high on a pedestal, untouchable -- but Edmund was the hero of the country, the one everyone saw in battle, and everyone's eyes followed him, including Peter's.
#03 - Memory
There were memories of home, still, scattered and fragmented but there, the memory of a bomb shelter and holding on to each tight for security -- Edmund held onto Peter in just that way in a tent, at the side of the battlefield, the day before a great battle -- not afraid, no, but cold inside.
#04 - Box
Four thrones in Cair Paravel, and a child sat on each -- but as they grew up, and they weren't children anymore all of a sudden, Edmund found himself longing to escape, feeling himself caught in a box, and it was only Peter's steadying touch and his calm smile that kept the restlessness from him.
#05 - Run
He heard the shouts -- Run, Edmund, run! -- but he couldn't listen to them, he had to keep fighting, because at his feet was Peter, struggling to stand, and he loved Peter so much and he didn't know what he would do and then there was a tugging at his arm and there was Peter, pale faced but alive -- Run Edmund, come on -- and it was a command he couldn't disobey.
#06 - Hurricane
Loving Peter was somewhat like watching a hurricane -- impossible to stop, terrifying, awe inspiring.
#07 - Wings
"I'd like to have wings, so I can fly, so I could fly over all Narnia and see it," Edmund said, once, and Peter laughed and told him that when and if he got some wings, he'd better lift him up too.
#08 - Cold
It was cold in a tent by the side of a battlefield, in more than one way, the cold of all the dead numbing the soul as much as the cold air bit at the body, and Edmund was glad for Peter's warmth, soothing and constant, at his side.
#09 - Red
Red was supposed to be the colour of love, but it was the colour of blood, too, and Edmund had to wonder whether there was love in some killing, in killing for a king, in killing for a country, in killing for a man you would lay down everything you are for.
#10 - Drink
They were all feasting, and Lucy was laughing, her head bent close to that of a small fawn, and there was Susan, combing through her hair with her fingers, sweet and distant, and there was Peter, and just looking at him made Edmund's mouth horribly dry -- he needed a drink, several.
#11 - Midnight
It was midnight and the air was chilly when Edmund found Peter out there, on the beach, listening to the strange song of the mermaids, and neither of them spoke, creeping close as the cold air and the other and the music sent shivers flitting down their spines.
#12 - Temptation
Temptation crept in in the moments when they were alone together, but as they both knew, nothing would ever happen that they would be ashamed for Aslan to know about.
#13 - View
There was a beautiful view from the windows of Cair Paravel, but Edmund wasn't looking, not when his brother was there to watch.
#14 - Music
It was the unearthly music of the merpeople, sweet and somehow heartbreaking, that took them together, desperate and willing to do wrong to feel right.
#15 - Silk
Skin as smooth as silk, rough fingers catching only on the scars, like even the smoothest hands on the softest silk, and whispers that slid through the night, little muffled cries and so much wrong in such lovely perfection.
#16 - Cover
Peter was sleeping, mouth a little open, his breathing soft and long, maybe with the faintest suggestion of a snore, not in bed, no, but by the window, looking out -- and Edmund didn't want to move him, didn't want to disturb him, so he covered him with a blanket from his room and slept beside him, waking with his head in Peter's lap, Peter's hands in his hair.
#17 - Promise
They couldn't make any promises, because they were, after all, brothers, but there was something of a promise in the way they stood together, outside that house where all their adventures had begun, and thought about Narnia.
#18 - Dream
For a moment, when they stepped out of the wardrobe, Edmund thought with a catch of breath and a throb of the heart that it had all been a dream, a beautiful dream -- but the look in Peter's eyes, love and loss, told him that it was real, all too real, and gone.
#19 - Candle
There were always candles on the table where the kings and queens sat in Cair Paravel, and Edmund watched Peter as he relit the one beside him, his eyes reflecting the candle, his face lit up by the flame, beautiful.
#20 - Talent
Edmund had a talent for getting into messy situations because he still had the tendency to imagine that someone was giving him the cold shoulder, when really, they weren't -- but with brotherly love and the kindest of sharp-edged smiles, Peter was always there to bail him out.
#21 - Silence
Silence was the best form of communication, Peter found, could read the words of Edmund's discontent in his uneasy silence -- could read the love that shouldn't be in the awed silence of a morning.
#22 - Journey
"Kiss me, brother," Peter said softly, before he left, and Edmund looked up, his eyes spilling over, and mouthed the words 'I can't', to smoulder and fester in Peter until he returned -- victorious, but carrying something empty and broken inside him, because his brother was more than a brother and yet not even that anymore.
#23 - Fire
Edmund was fiery, there was a strength in him that Peter as clearly as if it had been fire -- and ice hadn't been able to smother the fire, for which Peter would always be grateful.
#24 - Strength
Peter had to be strong, he had to be strong enough for a whole country and when he wasn't strong, he was so wonderfully glad that he had a younger brother, was so terribly grateful that his brother loved him enough to take the weight of a country from him, now and again.
#25 - Mask
Sometimes, a High King has to mask his own emotions, even break hearts, for the good of a country, and from behind his mask, Peter watched his brother's heart break without showing a glimmer of his own hurt.
#26 - Ice
It was hard to believe that Narnia had ever been covered by ice -- and hard to believe that Edmund had ever been tainted by that ice because to the touch, he was so warm, burning, in the warm Narnian evenings, in the warm darkness of Cair Paravel.
#27 - Fall
Angels fell -- mankind fell -- and even Peter fell, and Edmund was oblivious, and thankfully, so was the rest of the world.
#28 - Forgotten
Memories of home were forgotten, lost and slipping away, replaced by memories of light and dancing, of Narnia at it's best, but Peter couldn't forget the feeling of Edmund in his arms when he woke after a nightmare, trembling but strong.
#29 - Dance
Peter would dance with Susan and with Lucy, at the formal balls that were so frequent, but he never dared dance with his brother -- not because it wasn't done but because it might be acceptable, allowable, then, for him to kiss him.
#30 - Body
Edmund was heavy, laying over him, but Peter didn't move him, didn't want to move him, holding him close and feeling the living warmth and weight of his body.
#31 - Sacred
When he kissed Peter, Edmund felt for a stricken moment that he spoiled something, something precious and sacred, but Peter didn't seem to think so too, his arms strong and sure and loving as he drew Edmund to him.
#32 - Farewells
I'm going to fight, he'd said, and Peter had nodded, and kissed him to wish him luck, and he'd let go of Peter's hand slowly, and hoped he'd see him again -- farewell, farewell, until we meet again.
#33 - World
If Edmund could conquer a whole world, he would do it, but as once upon a time he would have ruled it himself, now he would lay it at the feet of a King.
#34 - Formal
Narnia was never as formal as home, everything conducted with a kind of ease that would be completely wrong back home, and Edmund was never as stiff and formal and wrong as he could be with grown ups at home, and Peter was thankful, because casual, laughing Edmund was a sight not to be missed.
#35 - Fever
Edmund was sick, and Peter was with him, and Edmund had a fever, so he spilled out his secrets like a leaking bottle spills water, and his words struck a fever into his brother, too, a fever that made him tremble and walk away quickly, before he did something rash.
#36 - Laugh
When Peter laughed, Edmund knew somehow that everything would be alright, so when he kissed Peter, rashly, stupidly, and then tried to run away, only to hear Peter laughing, only to feel Peter pulling him back, he knew that somehow, it was okay, it was right.
#37 - Lies
There were lies you told yourself because you couldn't stand the truth, and there were lies you told when you could stand the truth but you had to sweeten it, but the lies Edmund and Peter told themselves were not quite like that -- they told themselves Aslan wouldn't approve, and held back from their love, but really, Aslan didn't mind what they did, as long as they were good people and did their duty to Narnia.
#38 - Forever
They would be lovers, perhaps, for a time, for an age of Narnia, but they would always be brothers, and it was a thought, bittersweet enough to be a reminder, that could comfort them as well as hurt.
#39 - Overwhelmed
They embraced as brothers, but whispered, softly, so softly no one could hear, as lovers, and Edmund was overwhelmed by the warm embrace and the sweet nothings.
#40 - Whisper
As brothers, love was freely shown, shouted, spoken loud, but as lovers, it was whispered only at the dead of night, and was so precious and delicate that they knew they could never speak it louder.
#41 - Wait
From the moment Peter became the High King, Edmund was waiting for the day, without knowing it, that he would get his heart broken.
#42 - Talk
Talking was all they ever did, but it was always enough, sending them both to bed with light hearts and heads spinning.
#43 - Search
After a battle, the first thing Peter would do was search the battlefield with his eyes for Edmund, living or dead, with a frantic sick fear in his heart.
#44 - Hope
There was hope, somewhere, that in heaven, where nothing is wrong for a person anymore, they could be together, but in front of their youngest sister, they dare not, for fear of accusation and horror in her eyes.
#45 - Eclipse
When Edmund fell in battle, laying there as if he'd never rise again, the world went dark for Peter -- he thought he'd lost his brother, and yet the pain was so much worse than that, something that went straight to his heart and stuck there, like one of Susan's arrows.
#46 - Gravity
Gravity brought them together, really, sharing a horse as they were, they fell, landing one on top of the other, faces close together, and it was only a few inches of movement until they kissed.
#47 - Highway
"You'd make a wonderful highwayman, in that suit," Peter told Edmund, laughing, and for a moment they shared the memories of home, before Edmund laughed as well and broke the spell -- "I'll be the King's highwayman."
#48 - Unknown
There was the unknown -- a woman he'd never really talked to, barely even knew -- and there was Edmund, and Peter knew who he would pick if he had the real choice.
#49 - Lock
Peter's room wasn't locked, not to Edmund, anyway, and sometimes Edmund would creep in, to watch the High King sleep, secure even with the key to his room in the hands of a proven traitor.
#50 - Breathe
Edmund kissed him and Peter tried not to breathe, tried not to do anything that could possibly spoil this perfect, terrible moment.
Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Edmund Pevensie
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: Umm, PG13, I think
#01 - Ring
It was just a ring, a ring of kingship, just a symbol, but when Edmund returned from somewhere far away and knelt at Peter's feet to be thanked and welcomed, it was what he focused on, to keep himself from letting his eyes get caught by Peter.
#02 - Hero
Peter was the King, the King of a country and high on a pedestal, untouchable -- but Edmund was the hero of the country, the one everyone saw in battle, and everyone's eyes followed him, including Peter's.
#03 - Memory
There were memories of home, still, scattered and fragmented but there, the memory of a bomb shelter and holding on to each tight for security -- Edmund held onto Peter in just that way in a tent, at the side of the battlefield, the day before a great battle -- not afraid, no, but cold inside.
#04 - Box
Four thrones in Cair Paravel, and a child sat on each -- but as they grew up, and they weren't children anymore all of a sudden, Edmund found himself longing to escape, feeling himself caught in a box, and it was only Peter's steadying touch and his calm smile that kept the restlessness from him.
#05 - Run
He heard the shouts -- Run, Edmund, run! -- but he couldn't listen to them, he had to keep fighting, because at his feet was Peter, struggling to stand, and he loved Peter so much and he didn't know what he would do and then there was a tugging at his arm and there was Peter, pale faced but alive -- Run Edmund, come on -- and it was a command he couldn't disobey.
#06 - Hurricane
Loving Peter was somewhat like watching a hurricane -- impossible to stop, terrifying, awe inspiring.
#07 - Wings
"I'd like to have wings, so I can fly, so I could fly over all Narnia and see it," Edmund said, once, and Peter laughed and told him that when and if he got some wings, he'd better lift him up too.
#08 - Cold
It was cold in a tent by the side of a battlefield, in more than one way, the cold of all the dead numbing the soul as much as the cold air bit at the body, and Edmund was glad for Peter's warmth, soothing and constant, at his side.
#09 - Red
Red was supposed to be the colour of love, but it was the colour of blood, too, and Edmund had to wonder whether there was love in some killing, in killing for a king, in killing for a country, in killing for a man you would lay down everything you are for.
#10 - Drink
They were all feasting, and Lucy was laughing, her head bent close to that of a small fawn, and there was Susan, combing through her hair with her fingers, sweet and distant, and there was Peter, and just looking at him made Edmund's mouth horribly dry -- he needed a drink, several.
#11 - Midnight
It was midnight and the air was chilly when Edmund found Peter out there, on the beach, listening to the strange song of the mermaids, and neither of them spoke, creeping close as the cold air and the other and the music sent shivers flitting down their spines.
#12 - Temptation
Temptation crept in in the moments when they were alone together, but as they both knew, nothing would ever happen that they would be ashamed for Aslan to know about.
#13 - View
There was a beautiful view from the windows of Cair Paravel, but Edmund wasn't looking, not when his brother was there to watch.
#14 - Music
It was the unearthly music of the merpeople, sweet and somehow heartbreaking, that took them together, desperate and willing to do wrong to feel right.
#15 - Silk
Skin as smooth as silk, rough fingers catching only on the scars, like even the smoothest hands on the softest silk, and whispers that slid through the night, little muffled cries and so much wrong in such lovely perfection.
#16 - Cover
Peter was sleeping, mouth a little open, his breathing soft and long, maybe with the faintest suggestion of a snore, not in bed, no, but by the window, looking out -- and Edmund didn't want to move him, didn't want to disturb him, so he covered him with a blanket from his room and slept beside him, waking with his head in Peter's lap, Peter's hands in his hair.
#17 - Promise
They couldn't make any promises, because they were, after all, brothers, but there was something of a promise in the way they stood together, outside that house where all their adventures had begun, and thought about Narnia.
#18 - Dream
For a moment, when they stepped out of the wardrobe, Edmund thought with a catch of breath and a throb of the heart that it had all been a dream, a beautiful dream -- but the look in Peter's eyes, love and loss, told him that it was real, all too real, and gone.
#19 - Candle
There were always candles on the table where the kings and queens sat in Cair Paravel, and Edmund watched Peter as he relit the one beside him, his eyes reflecting the candle, his face lit up by the flame, beautiful.
#20 - Talent
Edmund had a talent for getting into messy situations because he still had the tendency to imagine that someone was giving him the cold shoulder, when really, they weren't -- but with brotherly love and the kindest of sharp-edged smiles, Peter was always there to bail him out.
#21 - Silence
Silence was the best form of communication, Peter found, could read the words of Edmund's discontent in his uneasy silence -- could read the love that shouldn't be in the awed silence of a morning.
#22 - Journey
"Kiss me, brother," Peter said softly, before he left, and Edmund looked up, his eyes spilling over, and mouthed the words 'I can't', to smoulder and fester in Peter until he returned -- victorious, but carrying something empty and broken inside him, because his brother was more than a brother and yet not even that anymore.
#23 - Fire
Edmund was fiery, there was a strength in him that Peter as clearly as if it had been fire -- and ice hadn't been able to smother the fire, for which Peter would always be grateful.
#24 - Strength
Peter had to be strong, he had to be strong enough for a whole country and when he wasn't strong, he was so wonderfully glad that he had a younger brother, was so terribly grateful that his brother loved him enough to take the weight of a country from him, now and again.
#25 - Mask
Sometimes, a High King has to mask his own emotions, even break hearts, for the good of a country, and from behind his mask, Peter watched his brother's heart break without showing a glimmer of his own hurt.
#26 - Ice
It was hard to believe that Narnia had ever been covered by ice -- and hard to believe that Edmund had ever been tainted by that ice because to the touch, he was so warm, burning, in the warm Narnian evenings, in the warm darkness of Cair Paravel.
#27 - Fall
Angels fell -- mankind fell -- and even Peter fell, and Edmund was oblivious, and thankfully, so was the rest of the world.
#28 - Forgotten
Memories of home were forgotten, lost and slipping away, replaced by memories of light and dancing, of Narnia at it's best, but Peter couldn't forget the feeling of Edmund in his arms when he woke after a nightmare, trembling but strong.
#29 - Dance
Peter would dance with Susan and with Lucy, at the formal balls that were so frequent, but he never dared dance with his brother -- not because it wasn't done but because it might be acceptable, allowable, then, for him to kiss him.
#30 - Body
Edmund was heavy, laying over him, but Peter didn't move him, didn't want to move him, holding him close and feeling the living warmth and weight of his body.
#31 - Sacred
When he kissed Peter, Edmund felt for a stricken moment that he spoiled something, something precious and sacred, but Peter didn't seem to think so too, his arms strong and sure and loving as he drew Edmund to him.
#32 - Farewells
I'm going to fight, he'd said, and Peter had nodded, and kissed him to wish him luck, and he'd let go of Peter's hand slowly, and hoped he'd see him again -- farewell, farewell, until we meet again.
#33 - World
If Edmund could conquer a whole world, he would do it, but as once upon a time he would have ruled it himself, now he would lay it at the feet of a King.
#34 - Formal
Narnia was never as formal as home, everything conducted with a kind of ease that would be completely wrong back home, and Edmund was never as stiff and formal and wrong as he could be with grown ups at home, and Peter was thankful, because casual, laughing Edmund was a sight not to be missed.
#35 - Fever
Edmund was sick, and Peter was with him, and Edmund had a fever, so he spilled out his secrets like a leaking bottle spills water, and his words struck a fever into his brother, too, a fever that made him tremble and walk away quickly, before he did something rash.
#36 - Laugh
When Peter laughed, Edmund knew somehow that everything would be alright, so when he kissed Peter, rashly, stupidly, and then tried to run away, only to hear Peter laughing, only to feel Peter pulling him back, he knew that somehow, it was okay, it was right.
#37 - Lies
There were lies you told yourself because you couldn't stand the truth, and there were lies you told when you could stand the truth but you had to sweeten it, but the lies Edmund and Peter told themselves were not quite like that -- they told themselves Aslan wouldn't approve, and held back from their love, but really, Aslan didn't mind what they did, as long as they were good people and did their duty to Narnia.
#38 - Forever
They would be lovers, perhaps, for a time, for an age of Narnia, but they would always be brothers, and it was a thought, bittersweet enough to be a reminder, that could comfort them as well as hurt.
#39 - Overwhelmed
They embraced as brothers, but whispered, softly, so softly no one could hear, as lovers, and Edmund was overwhelmed by the warm embrace and the sweet nothings.
#40 - Whisper
As brothers, love was freely shown, shouted, spoken loud, but as lovers, it was whispered only at the dead of night, and was so precious and delicate that they knew they could never speak it louder.
#41 - Wait
From the moment Peter became the High King, Edmund was waiting for the day, without knowing it, that he would get his heart broken.
#42 - Talk
Talking was all they ever did, but it was always enough, sending them both to bed with light hearts and heads spinning.
#43 - Search
After a battle, the first thing Peter would do was search the battlefield with his eyes for Edmund, living or dead, with a frantic sick fear in his heart.
#44 - Hope
There was hope, somewhere, that in heaven, where nothing is wrong for a person anymore, they could be together, but in front of their youngest sister, they dare not, for fear of accusation and horror in her eyes.
#45 - Eclipse
When Edmund fell in battle, laying there as if he'd never rise again, the world went dark for Peter -- he thought he'd lost his brother, and yet the pain was so much worse than that, something that went straight to his heart and stuck there, like one of Susan's arrows.
#46 - Gravity
Gravity brought them together, really, sharing a horse as they were, they fell, landing one on top of the other, faces close together, and it was only a few inches of movement until they kissed.
#47 - Highway
"You'd make a wonderful highwayman, in that suit," Peter told Edmund, laughing, and for a moment they shared the memories of home, before Edmund laughed as well and broke the spell -- "I'll be the King's highwayman."
#48 - Unknown
There was the unknown -- a woman he'd never really talked to, barely even knew -- and there was Edmund, and Peter knew who he would pick if he had the real choice.
#49 - Lock
Peter's room wasn't locked, not to Edmund, anyway, and sometimes Edmund would creep in, to watch the High King sleep, secure even with the key to his room in the hands of a proven traitor.
#50 - Breathe
Edmund kissed him and Peter tried not to breathe, tried not to do anything that could possibly spoil this perfect, terrible moment.