For licenseartistic - June 2007 - Texture
Title / Prompt: 6/07 - Texture
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: teen boytouching - remember that despite the actual age of the characters, Narnia makes them more mature than their actual ages. If this still bugs you, don't read it!
Pairings: Edmund/Caspian
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 369 per MS Word
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Walden Media, Disney, and the Lewis estate aside, C.S.Lewis himself said, "Why not write stories for yourself to fill up the gaps in Narnian history? I've left you plenty of hints -- especially where Lucy and the Unicorn are talking in The Last Battle. I feel I have done all I can!"
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Edmund has discovered that in Narnia, he can feel the textures of things more intensely than he ever could back in England. He isn't really sure if he imagines it, or if it might be real, but he thinks it might have started the first time he felt Aslan's thick, lush mane. And ever since then, he's noticed that everything seems to be more intense and more real, from the tastes of the food to the beautiful vistas stretched out across their land, to the textures of everything he touches.
He loves the feel of fine material against his skin: the soft silk and plush velvet of their court finery, the softest spun cotton of their summer wear, and even the lush fur he bundles himself in during winter.
When he and Caspian head out riding, the soft buttery leather of the riding equipment surprises him -- he's used to the utilitarian harness of Mrs. MacReady's cart horse, not something that feels almost like a dream. And then there's the leather binding the huge volumes of histories and laws and magic -- again soft, but surprisingly smooth under his fingers. The parchment and paper of the pages is crisp, with hardly any tooth to catch a pen or pencil. The edges of the pages are deckled and edged in gold powder, and the illuminated pages have raised lines and dots of gold and silver that he can feel when he brushes a clean finger over them.
But the textures he likes the best are those of his lover's silky hair brushing against his warm skin and his soft lips kissing trails up and down his body. The feel of a hand calloused from sword-play rubbing up his side or over his torso and the feel of warm soft skin under his own hands as he explores all of his lover's sensitive places. Lean muscles strong against his own and hot silk over iron hardness pressed against his own aching hardness. He smiles and presses a kiss against Caspian's neck, then laughs softly. "I love the way you feel against me," he breathes, and the gentle gust of Caspian's breath against his own skin sends a delicious shiver through him.
Character: Edmund Pevensie
Warnings: teen boytouching - remember that despite the actual age of the characters, Narnia makes them more mature than their actual ages. If this still bugs you, don't read it!
Pairings: Edmund/Caspian
Your character's fandom: Narnia
Word count: 369 per MS Word
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Walden Media, Disney, and the Lewis estate aside, C.S.Lewis himself said, "Why not write stories for yourself to fill up the gaps in Narnian history? I've left you plenty of hints -- especially where Lucy and the Unicorn are talking in The Last Battle. I feel I have done all I can!"
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Edmund has discovered that in Narnia, he can feel the textures of things more intensely than he ever could back in England. He isn't really sure if he imagines it, or if it might be real, but he thinks it might have started the first time he felt Aslan's thick, lush mane. And ever since then, he's noticed that everything seems to be more intense and more real, from the tastes of the food to the beautiful vistas stretched out across their land, to the textures of everything he touches.
He loves the feel of fine material against his skin: the soft silk and plush velvet of their court finery, the softest spun cotton of their summer wear, and even the lush fur he bundles himself in during winter.
When he and Caspian head out riding, the soft buttery leather of the riding equipment surprises him -- he's used to the utilitarian harness of Mrs. MacReady's cart horse, not something that feels almost like a dream. And then there's the leather binding the huge volumes of histories and laws and magic -- again soft, but surprisingly smooth under his fingers. The parchment and paper of the pages is crisp, with hardly any tooth to catch a pen or pencil. The edges of the pages are deckled and edged in gold powder, and the illuminated pages have raised lines and dots of gold and silver that he can feel when he brushes a clean finger over them.
But the textures he likes the best are those of his lover's silky hair brushing against his warm skin and his soft lips kissing trails up and down his body. The feel of a hand calloused from sword-play rubbing up his side or over his torso and the feel of warm soft skin under his own hands as he explores all of his lover's sensitive places. Lean muscles strong against his own and hot silk over iron hardness pressed against his own aching hardness. He smiles and presses a kiss against Caspian's neck, then laughs softly. "I love the way you feel against me," he breathes, and the gentle gust of Caspian's breath against his own skin sends a delicious shiver through him.