First attempt at Narnia slash
As I said, the very first attempt - I hope it's not too melodramatic or angsty. Opinions are welcome!
Title: Safe Memories
Pairing: Edmund/Caspian
Summary: After his third visit, Edmund knew he was too old.
Word count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters were created by C.S. Lewis. I intended no disrespect when writing this.
Notes: My fic is book-based, and my Caspian does not quite fit the description of Ben Barnes. I hope this will be enjoyable anyway.
He was back again, for the third time, and now it was definite. He was too old.
Edmund knew he should be grateful. After all, he and Lucy had been allowed this last visit, while Peter and Susan had stayed behind. He ought to feel sorry for them. And yet - and yet...
A small part of him almost wished it hadn't happened, so he would not have had to be haunted by all those snippets of sounds and sights: boards creaking as the ship crossed brisk waves, seagulls crying as the sail caught wind; and, always, Caspian's smile and Caspian's hands.
England had only rainy days to offer. Edmund hid the memories, keeping them safe from the banalities of everyday life, stowing them away like a golden necklace wrapped in grey paper. Only in guarded moments did he close his eyes, allowing himself to look back and remember.
It worked. The memories kept their freshness, and the sunlight reflecting in Caspian's hair was still as golden, the salt on his lips still as sharp; the feel of the waves rolling under them was still as vivid, as they shared breathless kisses in their bunk, stroking one another to completion while muffling their moans against each other's throats.
But the memories of sky and sea and Caspian's eyes were tainted, as the colour blue now only made him think of Ramandu's daughter, and Edmund sighed and bit his lower lip, reminding himself that he was far too old to cry.
Title: Safe Memories
Pairing: Edmund/Caspian
Summary: After his third visit, Edmund knew he was too old.
Word count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters were created by C.S. Lewis. I intended no disrespect when writing this.
Notes: My fic is book-based, and my Caspian does not quite fit the description of Ben Barnes. I hope this will be enjoyable anyway.
He was back again, for the third time, and now it was definite. He was too old.
Edmund knew he should be grateful. After all, he and Lucy had been allowed this last visit, while Peter and Susan had stayed behind. He ought to feel sorry for them. And yet - and yet...
A small part of him almost wished it hadn't happened, so he would not have had to be haunted by all those snippets of sounds and sights: boards creaking as the ship crossed brisk waves, seagulls crying as the sail caught wind; and, always, Caspian's smile and Caspian's hands.
England had only rainy days to offer. Edmund hid the memories, keeping them safe from the banalities of everyday life, stowing them away like a golden necklace wrapped in grey paper. Only in guarded moments did he close his eyes, allowing himself to look back and remember.
It worked. The memories kept their freshness, and the sunlight reflecting in Caspian's hair was still as golden, the salt on his lips still as sharp; the feel of the waves rolling under them was still as vivid, as they shared breathless kisses in their bunk, stroking one another to completion while muffling their moans against each other's throats.
But the memories of sky and sea and Caspian's eyes were tainted, as the colour blue now only made him think of Ramandu's daughter, and Edmund sighed and bit his lower lip, reminding himself that he was far too old to cry.