Intro | No Event | Mild Aphro?
Edmund wrinkled his forehead as he slowly came to. Bunks in school were hardly quite so comfortable or soft and while the change was a good one, it meant he was not where he'd fallen asleep last night. That wasn't about to settle well with him at all. As his brain pushed away the sleep that had been clouding it, he quickly scrambled up from the sheets, getting on his feet. He almost instinctively reached for some sort of weapon, but paused with his hand still outstretched.
He didn't have a sword in England. Why would he have one here?
Sighing, he stood, staying cautious as he straightened out the shirt of his school uniform. He'd crashed in it the night before, far too tired from studying to be bothered to change. His tie had thankfully be tossed off, but his white button up was wrinkled and unkempt, his pants far from any better. He rubbed the back of his head, mussing his hair a bit more than it already seemed to be, and began to look around.
Obviously, his kidnapper liked red. The color of the room and the decorations with in it made that obvious. He wrinkled his nose at the reflection of himself in the many mirrors. Mirrors even on the ceiling? How strange. He was relatively sure he'd never seen anything like this in Narnia, and when he woke up in strange places without explanation, that was his usual, default explanation.
Squinting at some of the paintings, he tried to figure out what was going on in them - and once he had, he blushed and looked away quickly. "Definitely not Narnia."
[ooc: H-Have an Edmund Pevensie? /)_(\ He's from the Disney movie verse since it's been forever since I've read the books - but still take him pre-Dawn Treader since that would make him about 16 or 17 in those versions. Uhhh, females preferred for smut, but males are welcomed to try. Kink list is here omg I felt so horrible writing that up.
Be gentle ;~;]
He didn't have a sword in England. Why would he have one here?
Sighing, he stood, staying cautious as he straightened out the shirt of his school uniform. He'd crashed in it the night before, far too tired from studying to be bothered to change. His tie had thankfully be tossed off, but his white button up was wrinkled and unkempt, his pants far from any better. He rubbed the back of his head, mussing his hair a bit more than it already seemed to be, and began to look around.
Obviously, his kidnapper liked red. The color of the room and the decorations with in it made that obvious. He wrinkled his nose at the reflection of himself in the many mirrors. Mirrors even on the ceiling? How strange. He was relatively sure he'd never seen anything like this in Narnia, and when he woke up in strange places without explanation, that was his usual, default explanation.
Squinting at some of the paintings, he tried to figure out what was going on in them - and once he had, he blushed and looked away quickly. "Definitely not Narnia."
[ooc: H-Have an Edmund Pevensie? /)_(\ He's from the Disney movie verse since it's been forever since I've read the books - but still take him pre-Dawn Treader since that would make him about 16 or 17 in those versions. Uhhh, females preferred for smut, but males are welcomed to try. Kink list is here omg I felt so horrible writing that up.
Be gentle ;~;]