Edmund really did try to avoid doing stupid things now. He was a much more grave and sensible person that he had been as a young boy and he thought things through, often too much. That didn't mean that he never did stupid and inappropriate things, like fiddling with his girlfriend's handcuffs (which, yes, made him blush just thinking about them). ( Read more... )

It wasn't like Edmund to end up back in his dorm room when they were supposed to be in the cabins, but then it wasn't like him to have a girlfriend either.

There was also the issue of it not being like Edmund at all to go anywhere near Turkish Delight for a good reasons. But he had. He'd gone near two and a half boxes of the sticky sweet last ( Read more... )

Edmund had the room to himself this evening and decided to sprawl on his bed and read a book. The problem was that it wasn't a terribly interesting book, but he was determined to sit and read something for fun, whether he was actually having fun or not, so he kept reading. Occasionally, he would hear something outside and glance up at the open ( Read more... )

While Jon was out at dinner with Claire, Edmund brought Lucy back to his room. They'd spent most of the day out with Edmund trying not to show Lucy the good parts of the island lest she get any ideas about wanting even more to come to school here ( Read more... )

Two months had passed in Narnia, but it was only a week and a half later in Fandom when Edmund returned. He didn't want to leave, of course, but his time was up and it was time to return in time for classes. He'd been expecting it to be Saturday when he returned, only to find it was Wednesday morning. There would no doubt be unfamiliar faces and ( Read more... )

Bruised and tired, but alive, Edmund made his way from the Preserve to the weapons locker to store his sword. From there, he made his way up to his room and set an alarm so he could get a few hours sleep before his class.

Edmund hadn't slept well again. Rather than tossing and turning and getting himself frustrated, he rolled out of bed and dressed, intending to go to the salle for a workout. He hadn't expected to be barrelled into by a gremlin as he stepped out the door. The gremlin looked just as startled ( Read more... )

At home, Edmund had a duvet that was just the right weight. He could pull it up over his head on cold evenings at Cair Paravel and be completely content. He didn't have to toss and turn to get comfortable, didn't get too hot and then too cold, didn't have to tangle himself in the sheets to feel enough at ease to sleep. It was there, lightly curled ( Read more... )

First the Vice Principal thought that stabbing was a form of foreplay, to which Edmund called back to correct him, then a girl was opposed to setting people on fire, and he offered his counsel about pyromania. After that, Warren (guessing from the voice) had issues about thinking he was a dog. Ed refused to apologise for bringing up said issues, ( Read more... )