[LOGS]

[wintersking]

[you and me were never meant to be part of the future]

1. Peter → [scars]
2. Peter → [starlight]

[all we have is now]

1. Peter/Caspian/Susan/Lucy → [christmas come early]
2. Caspian → [idle conversation]
3. Peter → [messenger]
4. Peter/Caspian → [the ambush]
5. Caspian → [a christmas present without wrappings]
6. Peter → [like vines, we

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Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

Mid day is it? Peter must be wrestling with sorcery issues to leave these brunettes on their own, not that Caspian minds being on his own with Edmund at all. Edmund always did have an independent streak about him, something the Telmarine admires. This however does not mean he'll go easy on the Just in swordplay. Swordplay in the snow, as if he didn't already run the risk of falling ill over yesterday's ambush. Speaking of that, Caspian has to eyeball Edmund with a skeptical edge equal to that of the blade at his side.

"You're not going to trick me again, are you," he asks.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[wintersking]

"I could never play the same trick twice, Caspian. It's unoriginal." Edmund leaves the answer to the original question ambiguous on purpose, just to be cheeky. His thoughts read: I'll just have to think of something else. But of course, saying that to Caspian would be telling, wouldn't it.

He continues their trek to the forest, the same area where they had ambushed the Telmarine the other day, sword at his hips.

"Alright. Peter really is gone, I promise."

And his word should be enough for anyone, really. Edmund may be impudent but he is honest.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[treadingdawn]

Oh that's cheeky, and Caspian can only arch a brow at the ambiguity of it because it does leave one wanting more. More than Edmund will give it seems, but for now that's all right with him. He will have to be better prepared next time. And maybe, just maybe, Caspian'll have a trick up his own sleeve. He is transparent though, transparent and predictable according to some. When they arrive in that spot he can't help but look around, quick to spot any tracks if they remain, however he also accepts Edmund's word as soon as it's given. There's no challenge in blatant lies really, it's all about subtlety.

"I will hold it against both of you if he isn't," declares the Telmarine, jokingly as he draws his sword. He uses no shield, never was one for them.

Christmas Present Without Wrappings

[wintersking]

"Shouldn't you hold it against him? I'm the innocent one." Ed throws in one last quip before drawing his sword and then suddenly that cheeky smile is wiped clean and he's all business. Time to get in some practice.

He grips the hilt and glances back at Caspian, wondering if they should bow or something ridiculous like that.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Edmund awoke to find himself...not quite himself.

In fact, when he glanced in the mirror, he almost half-believed that a stranger was looking back at him. A stranger whose arm moved at the exact same time and whose facial expressions reflected perfectly- shock, disbelief and utter confusion.

Oh. Curses. Not as an exclamation, but literally- he was cursed.

As of now, Edmund Pevensie was approximately twenty five years of age.

He ran out to the porch, surprised at how much stronger and faster this body is, searching for the others and yet hoping that he doesn't scrape his head on the ceiling or break anything that Su would have to berate him for.

...These curses did wear off in time, right? As much as Ed missed the golden age of Narnia, he wasn't quite ready to be thrust into adulthood yet.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

Peter, after dealing with a boy named Merlin, was less in the mood for the unexpected than usual. It wasn't that he was in a bad mood, not hardly to be honest, so much as that he was rather confused and was not comfortable with being so. Still...one could hope for a modicum of normalcy, couldn't one?

Sighing, having found his way back to the house, he frowned upon seeing a person there who looked nothing like the only other male who was supposed to be in or at this humble abode. Eyes narrowed, he approached, trying to stand as tall as possible, wondering what this person wanted and who they could possibly be. Maybe they were lost? They did seem to have that potential.

"Hello...?"

It was as good a start as any.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Cue disbelief.

"Peter?" the smile on Edmund's face couldn't help but break through, despite the insanity of all of this. That horrible haircut brought back memories indeed.

But if this were that Peter, from that period of time- perhaps it was best not to reveal his identity. His brother definitely didn't seem to recognize him anyways.

"Oh. Hello." he says blankly, wondering why this has to be so awkward, and trying to find an appropriate excuse as to why he's here that would make sense to Peter.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

"How do you know my name? Did someone send you to check up on us?" Peter asked immediately, walking up the steps and stopping between this stranger and the door.

Shifting slightly, he added with an expression he hoped was confident enough to be convincing, "We're handling it just fine, you know." That was of course assuming his first question was on the mark, but either way it was the truth. They had it well enough in hand and didn't need some random other person's help.

this one's for the boys.

[oshutup]

Leaving his room, Peter paused outside of Edmund's door, scowling like none other, running his hand through his hair before turning away and back again. Was Edmund going to say anything to them about it? And how had that decision already been made?

His problem now?

Don't be stupid, the blond thought with one hand raised to knock on the door before he simply lowered it to the handle.

"Edmund."

We need to talk, now.

this one's for the boys.

[wintersking]

It was his problem, his fight. Too many people had already died because of his stupid, stupid mistake, and he wasn't about to let that happen again. Of course, he could rationalize that this wasn't really his fault, that he hadn't even been here to stop her- but when it came to the Witch, Edmund wasn't really the most rational person anyways.

He was standing, pacing, thinking. Trying to do anything but sit still.

Ed didn't answer Peter. The high king would simply barge in anyways, it wasn't as if he could stop it.

They didn't need to talk. Peter just needed to leave him alone.

this one's for the boys.

[oshutup]

If Peter could hear Edmund's assumption, he would have rolled his eyes and said Fine and done just that--the barging in bit, not the leaving him alone. As it was, he did open the door and step in, shutting it with an unexpected care and quiet. Then he leaned against it, hands behind him as he eyed his brother who, like Peter, was much older than he looked. They had both been through a great deal and however differently they shouldered their separately dealt gifts or burdens, at the end of the day the resemblance remained, not just as family, but as kings.

"What are you thinking?" he asked. It was--give credit where it's due--better than starting out with You idiot or I won't let you or the like.

this one's for the boys.

[wintersking]

That was definitely not what he'd been expecting. Ed had braced himself for yelling, after all.

"Blue told you, didn't he." he says dully, not even bothering to explain himself. He doesn't look at Peter. He can't.

"It's my fight." there's a trace of stubbornness behind his voice, of grit that's surfacing now. Edmund did have an independent streak, something that quite contradicted his obedient nature at times. But, once a rebel, always a rebel. And Ed was defecting.

"Have you come to tell me that I'm an idiot?"

His thin shoulders are weighted down with so much that he just might fall through the floor. And it's always been that way.

turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies

[wintersking]

Everything was set. If one looked about the Pevensie and Caspian household, they would have found a few brightly colored lumps scattered in random places. They were presents, wrapped clumsily to the best of his ability (Su and mum were always better at this wrapping stuff than he was anyways) but with no note or anything attached. It wasn't important that they knew who it was from anyways.

Christmas day had always been about family and hot chocolate and snowball fights and presents, and this year was no different, despite their change of location. It was good to know that some things didn't change, to have a sense of consistency in the middle of all of this chaos.

Ed was perched by the fire, cheeks still bright red from the cold, warming his hands by the flame.

turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies

[oshutup]

Having found his present outside his door upon returning--Ed must have hid them around before they all went out, he supposed--Peter tried his brother's room first, only to peer in and find him absent. Gift in hand, shifting it between both, the blond descended the stairs and headed toward the study.

"Hey," he greeted, walking in and taking seat next to the Just. Lifting the compass in his right hand he glanced over. "Thank you. Though, I'm assuming that the note was a joke."

Because I wasn't lost, Peter thought wryly, smiling even as he turned away, focus landing on the rather nice compass with his initials in it.

turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies

[wintersking]

Ed gave a wry grin as Peter came in. "I'm glad you like it."

Out of all of them, Susan had definitely been the hardest to find a gift for. What did girls like, anyways? Especially a teenaged girl.

"I suppose you'll need it, though. When that map in your head fails you." another quip, he couldn't help it, after all.

turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies

[oshutup]

"You know I wasn't lost. Don't lie!" came the equally snappish reply, complete with a grin as Peter reached out to ruffle Edmund's hair--mostly because he could, and a little out of habit. After that he pulled back, hands clasping in front of him after he set the compass down at the side table, staring into the fire for a moment before he decided to speak again.

"I still haven't seen the chess set in action for myself, but I'd play a game with you, soon, if you like," he offered, casting a sideways glance.

Ergo, drink wine and be saved.

[treadingdawn]

An acquaintance of Bacchus or not, Caspian fully believes the younger Pevensie brother should partake in a glass or two because he happens to have a bottle or three. The very first Telmarines were avid drinkers of spirits and that tradition has existed for generations up to the one searching for Edmund Pevensie now. He has been quiet lately and a birthday should not go to waste like this. A shadow follows Caspian in feline form, one golden eye winking as the cat pads along, curious as to what the tallest man in the house is doing.

"Edmund," asks the Telmarine in a casual voice while searching from room to room. He is careful to avoid Lucy, Susan, and Peter, which isn't so hard to do in a house of this generous size, and when it's one's intention to not be found. Needless to say, Caspian has already 'taste-tested' the rich red spirit. Oops.

Ergo, drink wine and be saved.

[wintersking]

"Caspian?" he tilts his head towards the Telmarine in a gesture of greeting. To be honest, his birthday was not really a priority for him right now. In fact he'd almost forgotten.

"Are you alright?" there was something different about Caspian. His movements were a little looser, his smile too easy.

Ergo, drink wine and be saved.

[treadingdawn]

"I have heard that on this day the world was blessed with good fortune," he explains in a rather vague but meaningful manner. See the glasses in one hand, bottle in the other? For the record he does maintain his balance, even if it appears that he might lose it should he lean too far to the left or too far to the right.

"Join me. We'll have a subdued celebration for no one should go uncelebrated completely," Caspian nudges Edmund.

Ergo, drink wine and be saved.

[wintersking]

"Good fortune? That's a little too much flattery, Caspian." Edmund smiles, although a little less freely than he would have before. And Caspian was stumbling, or at least off balanced. "Are you drunk?"

It all makes sense. The geniality, the nudging.

"What did you have in mind?"