Title: elsewhere
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Characters/Pairing: Edmund Pevensie/ Ramandu’s daughter
Word Count: 305
Note: Takes place in Voyage of the Dawn Treader, near the end of the chapter ‘The Beginning of the End of the World’
elsewhere
King Caspian speaks. The crewmen mutter.
Reepicheep pontificates, as Lucy and Eustace whisper.
“Not much time,” grouses Drinian, turning around. “King-?”
Empty space is all that’s there.
(King Edmund is elsewhere.)
*
She walks out of the sun, the twilight of her father’s island waning.
He follows her, matches pace with her, not really knowing why
*
Night long fallen and he steals away from the others.
The hillside yawns open.
*
She knew he’d come.
(He knew she’d wait.)
*
“I know the stories,” she says, crystal and quiet.
He pulls the ancient book of legends out of her hands. “That’s not quite me anymore.”
Her gaze stays anyway.
He sees colors and the night sky.
*
She is laughing, for his stories and at hers, and he doesn’t think about witches or magickry at all.
“So, you’re called something after all,” the joke falls awkward from his lips, the way her name does.
Her eyes gleam, blamelessly innocent. It feels like a promise, the fate he knows she’ll choose.
*
“There is one thing I shall ask of you,” she whispers, as they edge closer to morning, to the end.
He gives the kiss, emboldened (she feels like starlight).
She takes his hands in hers after, and the moment glides dreamlike.
It’s all right. No one sees.
*
Nothing ever waits. It was never his place to stay.
She stands apart, and another King steps before her, treading daylight.
She smiles at Caspian, doesn’t look past Caspian.
-Edmund doesn’t regret.
*
And the Star’s Daughter, she rises for the sun.
She waits for the one, and she bids the other farewell.
She will dream of a place beyond the sea, a realm that he once ruled
Remember that he smiled goodbye.
*
(Edmund will remember her name. Remember that she told him first.)
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Erm…exams wire my brain to come up with crazy pairings? :p
I decided to post this before I ‘tinkered’ it into purple prose, or something just as terrible. I like it sparse…I think.