At midnight, a chill breeze ran through the hut. It was enough to sway branches and make shadows dance, ruffle the bedsheets, but not enough to make Edmund wake up. He pressed closer to his boyfriend, an arm slung around his waist holding him close like a sort of security blanket. There was warmth there, and that was all Ed cared about with his ( Read more... )

Things hadn't improved for Edmund since his conversation with Charlie in the kitchen. Yes, he felt more comfortable with the idea, with him doing it and with Charlie doing it to him. But there were still the details to deal with. The physical details. Thinking about something and doing something are two entirely different things ( Read more... )

It had been a good night. Any and all nervousness Edmund might have felt at the onset had disappeared quickly, drifting away with some drinks and some dancing. And it really was a beautiful night. Not that every night wasn't beautiful, but Edmund didn't spend every night out on the beach after the sun had dipped down past the horizon, with ( Read more... )

He didn't want to be doing this, but there was nothing about this situation that Edmund really had a choice in. There was nothing he could do to make things better, to take away Susan's tears, to make his own heart stop hurting, to bring his brother back. Everything was firmly out of his control, except this. He could at least make the walk to ( Read more... )

Though it can be heartbreaking to leave home and equally difficult to return home after a particularly lovely holiday, Edmund found he was not sad at all when he opened his eyes that morning and saw the familiar walls of his bedroom in the hut he and Peter shared. He would miss Narnia -- again -- but the trip had been such a surprise gift in the ( Read more... )

Just then, the one thing Edmund really missed was his dog. It wasn't really right to call Honour a dog, as he was in truth a direwolf and half wild at times. But he kept to Edmund's side much like a faithful, well-trained dog would, and the other half of him seemed quite tame at times. And what Edmund wanted him for just then was tracking, and ( Read more... )

If there is any finer feeling in this world than that of returning home after a long journey, to the arms of one's family and loved ones, I do not know what it is. It is nearly as grand, to be sure, as the feeling of being warmly welcomed in a place unfamiliar to you, having all your shyness and worries eased by a smiling face and the best ( Read more... )

When you have someone in your life -- more than a brother or sister, more than a friend in fact -- that you care about very much, it can be quite hard to let that person go, even for a little while. This isn't out of a sense of possession or a fear of loss, but the pure fact that this someone's company brings a smile to your face and makes the ( Read more... )

The train really was taking the bend far too fast ( Read more... )

He hadn't fought her, in the end. If Susan wanted to ride with him, Edmund wouldn't argue. These parts of the journey she could travel with him. It was the final part he wouldn't budge on.

( love is moving you now )