The Breaking of Bread
Summary: It's not Turkish Delight, but he doesn't mind at all.
Rated: Not Naughty
Characters: Edmund Pevensie
Era: England, Post-WWII
Genres: Drama, General
Warnings: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word Count: 315
Prompt: "Sweet" at justkingedmund
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The Breaking of Bread
Edmund hasn’t touched Turkish Delight since there, and so when his mother gives him a small box of it after the war - “Because God knows we all deserve a bit of happiness,” she says - he hesitates to open it. It lies untouched on the table beside his bed for days, while at night Jadis visits him.
When she whispers into his ear with an icy breath on her sixth visit that she can turn him into a Prince, he wakes suddenly, bathed in sweat, his bedclothes tangled around his legs. He sits up and stares blindly into the shadows that cloak the room.
I am a King, he thinks to himself. I am Narnia.
When he falls asleep again, he dreams that he feels the warm breath of Aslan on his face.
Every day after that, he eats a portion of Turkish Delight. It is just as he remembers - sweet, and sticky, and delicious.
An odd feeling is inside him as he thinks that were he a few years younger, he would have devoured the box in one sitting.
The day after the box is finished, the Pevensies line up, one after the other, to accept the Eucharist. As he kneels to take the Body of Christ on his tongue, he looks up into the stained glass window overlooking the entire congregation. There, the Pure Lamb smiles down at him.
Back on the pew, he glances over at Lucy, catching her as she briefly twists her face into a look of mild displeasure.
“What is it?” he whispers, leaning towards her.
She looks guilty as she cranes her neck to make sure that nobody will hear her answer.
“It’s just…It’s not exactly sweet-tasting stuff, is it?” she whispers back, before facing forward again at a stern look from their father.
It’s not, Edmund silently agrees. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rated: Not Naughty
Characters: Edmund Pevensie
Era: England, Post-WWII
Genres: Drama, General
Warnings: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word Count: 315
Prompt: "Sweet" at justkingedmund
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The Breaking of Bread
Edmund hasn’t touched Turkish Delight since there, and so when his mother gives him a small box of it after the war - “Because God knows we all deserve a bit of happiness,” she says - he hesitates to open it. It lies untouched on the table beside his bed for days, while at night Jadis visits him.
When she whispers into his ear with an icy breath on her sixth visit that she can turn him into a Prince, he wakes suddenly, bathed in sweat, his bedclothes tangled around his legs. He sits up and stares blindly into the shadows that cloak the room.
I am a King, he thinks to himself. I am Narnia.
When he falls asleep again, he dreams that he feels the warm breath of Aslan on his face.
Every day after that, he eats a portion of Turkish Delight. It is just as he remembers - sweet, and sticky, and delicious.
An odd feeling is inside him as he thinks that were he a few years younger, he would have devoured the box in one sitting.
The day after the box is finished, the Pevensies line up, one after the other, to accept the Eucharist. As he kneels to take the Body of Christ on his tongue, he looks up into the stained glass window overlooking the entire congregation. There, the Pure Lamb smiles down at him.
Back on the pew, he glances over at Lucy, catching her as she briefly twists her face into a look of mild displeasure.
“What is it?” he whispers, leaning towards her.
She looks guilty as she cranes her neck to make sure that nobody will hear her answer.
“It’s just…It’s not exactly sweet-tasting stuff, is it?” she whispers back, before facing forward again at a stern look from their father.
It’s not, Edmund silently agrees. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.