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/IS TOTALLY COMPETING WITH CASPIAN NOW

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Edmund's the only one awake tonight, or so he thinks.

The study was open, but whether or not he's allowed to be in here is a different story. Although his family lives here, he still doesn't think of this place as his home. Perhaps everyone else's, but not his. Give him time.

He's not quite drowsy, but the warmth from the fire in front of him is slowly lulling him into a sense of complacency. Ed doesn't make a sound- just sits and lets the crackling of the wood wash over him while he thinks.

And he has a lot to think about.

Don't get him wrong, Edmund is definitely happy. This place is like a new adventure, so very different from their hometown where the streets were gray and the sky was gray and everything bled into each other. Not quite as magical as Narnia, but something new and unexplored nevertheless. His family's here, and Caspian as well.

But still, he couldn't help but pick up on the sense of unease and tension between the lot of them.

IS THAT SO?

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He thinks incorrectly, but it's hard to tell in a house this quiet. With his arrival, everything has come into its own, and quite suddenly, so suddenly as to leave Peter feeling a bit apart, as if he is watching things through a glass window, easily shattered. It isn't comforting and it isn't as optimistic as he should be, as he must be. These thoughts in hand, he leans against the open doorway to the study. He had hoped he would find the Just here, as he did not find him in his room--and yes, he knocked before entering, and promptly promised himself to yell at Edmund three ways to Sunday if he had left for any given reason. Luckily, he hasn't, and Peter sighs under his breath.

There is some relief in that.

With that sigh he pushes himself off the door's frame, walking in to take seat next to his brother, casting a glance in his direction as well, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Something wrong?" he asks, because it's easier to not jump right into: oh and about Jadis.

YES. I'M DETERMINED TO WIN.

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The Just is mildly startled by Peter's entrance, but barely gives a visible sign of this and shrugs non-chalantly. "Not really. Just thinking about...all this." he gestures in some vague direction. To be honest, this Peter is going to take some getting used to as well- although his mannerisms make it clear that this is still his brother, through and through. He's a little bit more serious, a little bit more surly and seemingly more affectionate- although this could simply be because of Edmund's disappearance.

Peter has that hesitant look on his face, the one that he gets when he's about to bring bad news or anything of the sort. Edmund knows all of his expressions and can read him like a book for the most part.

"You wanted to speak to me about something?"

Best to cut to the chase. Edmund's never been one to avoid a tricky subject if he could.

SUCH AMBITION.

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"You know, at least a little," he pauses. "That people can be brought here from anywhere, from any time," he continues. "Caspian, for example," best to start with an ally. "He's from a year or so after we left," that part is a bit harder to say. Stopping here, he stares more directly, both to make sure Edmund is following and also to read what he sees there.

Adjusting is natural and he's only just gotten here, and Peter feels there's something else too, though he can't quite put his finger on it.

I THINK YOU'RE WORTH IT BB

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Stalling again. The news must be extremely grave, if Peter's slow to tell him.

Edmund nods to show that he understands. "The magic that affected time back in Narnia. It's the same kind of thing." but he knows that it's difficult for Peter to say- and that prospect unnerves him somewhat. Peter isn't one to shy away from most things, if anything at all.

Someone is here. Someone that they both know, that Peter isn't too happy to see. He mentioned timelines for a reason.

"Miraz?"

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"Not quite," Peter shakes his head, but his lips thin and his eyes become downcast at that name.

Pointless, that death, and in more ways than one, a loss, not so much for the Telmarine forces, but for one Telmarine in particular, he is rather sure. What must it have been like to spare such a man's life only to have it not only stolen, but a mercy desecrated like that...Peter can't claim to know, but he remembers what he felt. Imagining that Caspian X felt ten times worse is enough of a picture to paint. That is not the subject here, however, and running a hand through his hair, the High King sighs before leaning forward, a bit closer. It isn't a secret and it isn't as if anyone else is awake, but he doesn't feel like raising his voice to be heard, especially not about this.

"It's her," he pauses, almost thinking that's enough. "The White Witch." It feels a bit better not to dignify her with her full name, as if that gives her less power, less existence. Watching the Just now for any reaction, small or large, between the lines or on

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The White Witch.

Edmund's reaction is almost completely muted, pushed back as much as he possibly can. His eyes widen and there is perhaps a hitch of breath there, but not much else. His jaw tightens as his gaze immediately drops back to the floor and then to the fire. It's a while before he speaks.

"Has she-"

No. Not what he wanted to ask. He doesn't even know what he wants to ask.

"I see."

That's all he says, now biting hard into his bottom lip, hard enough to draw the metallic tang of blood. The Witch is a reflection of everything he hated about himself and the guilt is starting to come back. The guilt that kept him awake at nights, still keeps him awake at nights.

"What's being done about her?"

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"Not as much as could be done in Narnia," is the fast if sincere reply, followed with, "We managed to get her wand, at least, but...people don't die here." He waits a moment, letting that thought alone begin to digest before plowing onward. "...not the way they die in either of our worlds, anyway. They don't stay dead. The only repercussion of death, here, is that then you can never leave, supposedly." Even if we did kill her, Peter thinks, looking away, even though I did...it's not the way things work here

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Peter's replies are too fast. It's as if he planned out the gist of what he was going to say, and Edmund nods mutely to show that he understands. But the wand...he doesn't like the sound of that. He doesn't trust anything that belonged to the witch, especially an object like that.

"Where is the wand? We shouldn't have it, Peter. It's evil."

He's always been able to see things that most others overlooked, and Peter knows this. Edmund's avoiding his brother's gaze again, purposefully looking away when his brother leans down to see him.

"I know." of course she is. Wandless or not the witch is still ruthless, and who knows this better than Ed?

But he understands the order behind Peter's words, and knows that most of their conversation is unspoken, a transmission of expressions and meaningful silences.

"I won't do anything stupid." his form of appeasement.

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"It's in the attic, for now. Not much longer, I hope," he says. "And I know it's dangerous..." he trails off because he isn't sure he wants to expand on that just now. This news alone might be enough, though he doesn't mean to keep things from him, even a past event, even something that holds no weight in the light of day or the dark of an honest night. It was a moment of weakness for all except the Valiant and it is as simple and forgivable as that. The matter remains, what exactly to do to rid themselves of it completely, but making a judgment as a brother and not as High King or otherwise, Peter refrains from saying anything about that meeting in the attic between himself, Susan, and Caspian.

Later, he will tell him, because he deserves to know, but tonight he has been bogged down with enough, or so Peter judges, looking at Edmund as closely as one might without aid of a magnifying glass and so on.

I won't do anything stupid.To that, at least, Peter has one more thing to say

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Edmund's fine. Or at least, he seems so, outwardly. In about a minute or so his features have rearranged themselves into somewhat of a forced complacency, to mask the whirlwind of emotions currently raging. Right now, he's all business and his eyes reflect that.

Staying calm has always been his trademark after all.

"You mentioned that she died. You killed her, right?"

He just instinctively knows that of course, Peter would be the one. He'd take it personally, perhaps just as much as Edmund would have if he had been present.

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"Yes." There isn't a need to elaborate. He took time, even, before leaving the stadium completely, to clean his sword. An exhale sends Peter's bangs flying up briefly but he sinks back against the couch, eyes not leaving the present company