Returning The Pieces Of Silver
Summary: Some days, he forgets who he is.
Rated: Not Naughty
Characters: The four Pevensies, the Professor
Era: LWW, post-Narnia
Genres: Drama
Warnings: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word Count: 375
Response to Weekly Challenge #8 (New) at justkingedmund
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Returning The Pieces Of Silver
When the Professor innocently offers him the tin of Turkish Delight in the first week after they have been ripped from their beloved country, he immediately stills. Around him, his brother and sisters continue their talk of books and school, while the air seems to thicken with old demons grinning triumphantly at being recalled. One woman’s ferocious sneer flickers in and out of his mind. The scrape of his heavy, straight-backed chair being pushed back against the wood flooring isn’t enough to slice through the dark haze settling in his head, and he doesn’t notice the way everyone, now silent, stares at him as he murmurs some vague excuse and makes his way out of the dining room.
Their eyes follow the way his right hand clenches into a tight fist, all white knuckles and cobalt veins, and then unclenches, over and over again, more and more rapidly with each long stride.
Inside the first floor bathroom, he presses his heated forehead against the merciful coolness of the mirror, closed eyelids not enough to shield him from his deepest fears.
When he breathes one last deep, gulping breath and opens the door, he is surprised to find the most important people in the world to him grouped there in the hall, waiting. How strange to think that they are all secret kings and queens, when there they stand in front of him, wearing the itchy, drab clothing that had never seemed to bother any of them before. Not until there.
It’s alright, Lucy says, reaching over to gently take his battle-scarred hand in her own smaller, softer one. Despite everything they were forced to leave behind, the scars stayed, and for that he is strangely grateful.
You’re a new man now, Peter says, his tone one they are all glad to hear once more, in this now-foreign place. It reminds them that no matter what, they will always have there somewhere within them.
Edmund, is all Susan says, though her eyes are fierce.
And then, somehow, he knows. He was once a traitor, but he has learned to be a better king. Yet above all he is forever Aslan’s servant, unwavering in his faith, wherever it may lead him.
Rated: Not Naughty
Characters: The four Pevensies, the Professor
Era: LWW, post-Narnia
Genres: Drama
Warnings: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word Count: 375
Response to Weekly Challenge #8 (New) at justkingedmund
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Returning The Pieces Of Silver
When the Professor innocently offers him the tin of Turkish Delight in the first week after they have been ripped from their beloved country, he immediately stills. Around him, his brother and sisters continue their talk of books and school, while the air seems to thicken with old demons grinning triumphantly at being recalled. One woman’s ferocious sneer flickers in and out of his mind. The scrape of his heavy, straight-backed chair being pushed back against the wood flooring isn’t enough to slice through the dark haze settling in his head, and he doesn’t notice the way everyone, now silent, stares at him as he murmurs some vague excuse and makes his way out of the dining room.
Their eyes follow the way his right hand clenches into a tight fist, all white knuckles and cobalt veins, and then unclenches, over and over again, more and more rapidly with each long stride.
Inside the first floor bathroom, he presses his heated forehead against the merciful coolness of the mirror, closed eyelids not enough to shield him from his deepest fears.
When he breathes one last deep, gulping breath and opens the door, he is surprised to find the most important people in the world to him grouped there in the hall, waiting. How strange to think that they are all secret kings and queens, when there they stand in front of him, wearing the itchy, drab clothing that had never seemed to bother any of them before. Not until there.
It’s alright, Lucy says, reaching over to gently take his battle-scarred hand in her own smaller, softer one. Despite everything they were forced to leave behind, the scars stayed, and for that he is strangely grateful.
You’re a new man now, Peter says, his tone one they are all glad to hear once more, in this now-foreign place. It reminds them that no matter what, they will always have there somewhere within them.
Edmund, is all Susan says, though her eyes are fierce.
And then, somehow, he knows. He was once a traitor, but he has learned to be a better king. Yet above all he is forever Aslan’s servant, unwavering in his faith, wherever it may lead him.