What Hurts the Most
Author: holdsustogether
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG
Pairing: Caspian/Edmund
Summary: What hurts the most is being so close and having so much to say, and watching you walk away.
A/N: Written for mia_dcwut_09, who requested an Edmund/Caspian fic based on the song What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts. I really hope you like it!
The Dawn Treader's sails peek over the horizon in the early hush of the morning. The sun has just begun to timidly break through the darkness, yet even at the unseemly hour people could be seen lining the docks. Both Narnians and Telmarines crowded about, dressed in their warmest clothes to fight off the slight chill. With the sight of the ship everyone seemed to release a sigh of relief, a prayer of thank you to Aslan. King Caspian, still bound to the ship as it made its rocky path towards land, could only just make out slight silhouettes casted over sand and shallow water. Even so he could picture in his mind's eye a fully grown Peter and Susan Pevensie waiting for him on shore. Or, rather, waiting for their siblings. He could even almost see Helen, their mother, waiting anxiously beside the two. At least, what he imagined the Pevensie mother to look like.
It was ridiculous, he knew, to fear having to tell the three that Edmund and Lucy were never to return. Edmund and Lucy were not dead. They were just gone. Forever. And even if they were Susan and Peter would never find out from him, would probably never find out in that strange world of theirs. It was his greatest fear, though, spurred on by these journeys and the crowds. Never ending crowds full of people, most of whom would be left wanting as the search through cramped bodies for a person that were long since passed.
He supposes that now those dreams will have to fade. He has seen with his own eyes as Edmund, alive and well, walked away to return to his family. Only now, he knows, those dreams will be replaced by others. Ones where he is struck silent by all that is Edmund--both the just and the boy. Ones where he could see so clearly a world where Edmund would have stayed in Narnia, by his side, if only he had ever gathered the courage to say I love you.
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG
Pairing: Caspian/Edmund
Summary: What hurts the most is being so close and having so much to say, and watching you walk away.
A/N: Written for mia_dcwut_09, who requested an Edmund/Caspian fic based on the song What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts. I really hope you like it!
The Dawn Treader's sails peek over the horizon in the early hush of the morning. The sun has just begun to timidly break through the darkness, yet even at the unseemly hour people could be seen lining the docks. Both Narnians and Telmarines crowded about, dressed in their warmest clothes to fight off the slight chill. With the sight of the ship everyone seemed to release a sigh of relief, a prayer of thank you to Aslan. King Caspian, still bound to the ship as it made its rocky path towards land, could only just make out slight silhouettes casted over sand and shallow water. Even so he could picture in his mind's eye a fully grown Peter and Susan Pevensie waiting for him on shore. Or, rather, waiting for their siblings. He could even almost see Helen, their mother, waiting anxiously beside the two. At least, what he imagined the Pevensie mother to look like.
It was ridiculous, he knew, to fear having to tell the three that Edmund and Lucy were never to return. Edmund and Lucy were not dead. They were just gone. Forever. And even if they were Susan and Peter would never find out from him, would probably never find out in that strange world of theirs. It was his greatest fear, though, spurred on by these journeys and the crowds. Never ending crowds full of people, most of whom would be left wanting as the search through cramped bodies for a person that were long since passed.
He supposes that now those dreams will have to fade. He has seen with his own eyes as Edmund, alive and well, walked away to return to his family. Only now, he knows, those dreams will be replaced by others. Ones where he is struck silent by all that is Edmund--both the just and the boy. Ones where he could see so clearly a world where Edmund would have stayed in Narnia, by his side, if only he had ever gathered the courage to say I love you.