Jun 05, 2009 22:35
Edmund was woken by the light pattering of rain on the shack's roof. One eye cracked open, followed by the other, but it was dark in there and his head felt like it was swimming.
Then, ever so suddenly, Edmund was aware of someone sleeping beside him.
Somewhere, the Lion was snickering.
[OOC: For the co-WTFer, and anyone who feels like popping into the shack at an inappropriate hour of the morning.]
aslan thinks he's funny,
good things?,
sex pollen,
wendy watson,
pants stay on,
oh em gee what the hell