Dreamweavers
Dreamweavers
Jadis visits Edmund.
On the nights when it’s most cold, Jadis makes sure to visit him. “My darling Prince,” she’ll croon, lips curving up into a wide smile even as her dark eyes pin him to where he stands.
On the nights when it’s most cold, Edmund Pevensie’s dreams are consumed by his memories of Jadis, and he relives all his days with her. When he wakes up, there will be a taste on his tongue that makes him doubt that it was just a dream.
“You belong to me,” he’ll recall her whispering in his ear.
As though he could ever forget.
Jadis visits Edmund.
On the nights when it’s most cold, Jadis makes sure to visit him. “My darling Prince,” she’ll croon, lips curving up into a wide smile even as her dark eyes pin him to where he stands.
On the nights when it’s most cold, Edmund Pevensie’s dreams are consumed by his memories of Jadis, and he relives all his days with her. When he wakes up, there will be a taste on his tongue that makes him doubt that it was just a dream.
“You belong to me,” he’ll recall her whispering in his ear.
As though he could ever forget.