Preciousness, Edmund/Caspian 1/1
Title: Preciousness
Author: Peaceypoo
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing/Characters: Edmund/Caspian, though not wholly obvious.
Spoilers: Small ones, but I wouldn't recommend reading it without having seen the film.
Lenght: Just above 1000 words.
Notes/Warnings: Filmverse! Sort of un-betaed, minor spoilers for Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Inspired by one very obvious object in the film as well as Regina Spektor's The Call.
Summary: The first thing Edmund noticed upon seeing Caspian again was not the ring on the index finger of his right hand.
The first thing Edmund noticed upon seeing Caspian again was not the ring on the index finger of his right hand; it was the beard, because it was just so blatantly obvious. It wasn’t the second thing he noticed either (his hair was longer and he wore it up), nor was it the third (he had matured - it must’ve been some years since they last saw each other) or the fourth (he was hit by the ever present beauty of Caspian X, although aged and bearded, there was still that distinct perfection of the olive skinned man, rendering him exquisite and Edmund speechless.), it wasn’t either the fifth (the lacking accent that had once been so distinct) it was, however, the sixth thing he noticed.
The jewel gleamed playfully in the sunlight, where it sat, embedded in the sturdy silver. Edmund had to do a double take before letting a tiny smile flicker and play on his lips. Though a subtle expression indeed, Caspian noticed it in an instance, of course he did. He let their eyes meet and flashed a brilliant smile at the pale boy, knowing that both their minds were already racing towards memories from a few years - or a couple of months - back, to the evening before the Pevensies’ last departure.
“Your Majesty!” He turned towards the source; already knowing whom the voice belonged to. The newly crowned king took the last few steps up the hill, standing next to the sitting one.
The view from the hill was beautiful; there was a sharp slope down and stretching out before them was the once again peaceful landscape of Narnia, bathed in the silver moonlight. If you squinted, you could see the glitter of the oceans far in the distance, oceans that Caspian one day planned to travel and explore.
He sat down by Edmund’s side, leaning forward to let his head rest on his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs. In the clear night Edmund looked even paler; his freckles were harder to make out in the still somewhat dim light.
They were close - merely a fraction of an inch - and Caspian could feel the warmth from The Just seep through his clothes. It would’ve been so incredibly easy for them to make contact; simply leaning slightly to his right would’ve made the trick.
There was a comfortable silence for a while, that is, until Caspian broke it by speaking softly. “Happy to be going back to your England?”
Edmund responded with a noncommittal shrug, plucking at the grass next to him. “Not really my England… It’s just England. Narnia is my home and it always will be; I’ve spent nearly as much time here as I have in Britain…”
“Narnia will always remember you, My Lord. You will come back, on day, I am certain,” he comforted, sending a feeble smile in the old King’s direction.
“I do hope so… I just hope you will all be here then - last time we went back we were gone for 1300 years, I’m sure you remember,” he looked up briefly at Caspian, before returning his concentration to dissecting straws of grass. “I’m not sure I could manage losing so many friends again, I don’t think either of us could…” To this, all Caspian could do was nod, not quite sure of what to say.
“I won’t forget Narnia either, you know,” Edmund continued, this time looking the Telmarine straight in the eyes. “Probably couldn’t if I wanted to; being stuck there is awful. Everyone’s so immature.”
Caspian chuckled. “You are so much older than them, Your Majesty, be just, as your title describes you. You have many years left to live, to become so much wiser.”
Ducking his head, Caspian could still distinguish the slight rosiness of Edmund’s cheeks. Edmund himself took Caspian’s right hand - the closest hand - and pressed a cool metal object in it.
“I want you to have it. I know you said Narnia will remember us, but I want you to remember me…”
In the palm of the king’s hand lay a ring. It was made of silver, and very clearly a Narnian object. He frowned a little, gathering it to be an article from The Golden Age. “Why?” he breathed, holding the item up against the moonlight. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Edmund gave another shrug. “It’s not that I don’t want to be remembered as Peter The Magnificent’s Younger Brother, or anything - although I don’t, mind you - I just want you to remember me for being me, not the legend. Just Edmund…”
The brilliance of Caspian’s smile was almost overwhelming. Almost. “Thank you, Edmund.” The tone was almost mocking, but if the warm hug he gave Edmund just seconds later was anything to go by, he really did appreciate it. He then slipped it on the index finger of his right hand, looking at it with admiration.
“I used to wear it like that, too,” Edmund confessed. “Back when I was older,” he added with a laugh.
Caspian laughed as well, at that. “I will wear it always,” he swore and the sincerity of his statement was heartwarming “At least, until you come back and we meet again.”
Edmund started. “You sound so utterly certain Caspian; I hope you’re right…” he whispered, wrapping his fingers around Caspian’s bejeweled hand. “…is this goodbye, then?”
With another smile, he shook his head. “No,” said Caspian. “You will come back, when I call you; there is no need to say ‘goodbye’.”
“Not goodbye,” Edmund nodded, agreeing, squeezing the Telmarine’s hand lightly.
When the time had come for their second farewell, Edmund stopped Caspian from taking the ring of. “I’ll come back, when you call me,” he smiled. “No need to say goodbye… And even if this is goodbye, I want you to remember me.”
Caspian nodded, pushing the ring back on his finger, but not before Edmund could see the paler stripe it had left behind. “Always, Edmund.” They shared another smile before embracing each other. He felt Edmund’s lips pressed lightly to the side of his neck, his breath ghosting over his skin, before they pulled back. He saw them off, bade the cryptic lion farewell before returning to the Dawn Treader, smiling down at the ring. Until next time.
Author: Peaceypoo
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing/Characters: Edmund/Caspian, though not wholly obvious.
Spoilers: Small ones, but I wouldn't recommend reading it without having seen the film.
Lenght: Just above 1000 words.
Notes/Warnings: Filmverse! Sort of un-betaed, minor spoilers for Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Inspired by one very obvious object in the film as well as Regina Spektor's The Call.
Summary: The first thing Edmund noticed upon seeing Caspian again was not the ring on the index finger of his right hand.
The first thing Edmund noticed upon seeing Caspian again was not the ring on the index finger of his right hand; it was the beard, because it was just so blatantly obvious. It wasn’t the second thing he noticed either (his hair was longer and he wore it up), nor was it the third (he had matured - it must’ve been some years since they last saw each other) or the fourth (he was hit by the ever present beauty of Caspian X, although aged and bearded, there was still that distinct perfection of the olive skinned man, rendering him exquisite and Edmund speechless.), it wasn’t either the fifth (the lacking accent that had once been so distinct) it was, however, the sixth thing he noticed.
The jewel gleamed playfully in the sunlight, where it sat, embedded in the sturdy silver. Edmund had to do a double take before letting a tiny smile flicker and play on his lips. Though a subtle expression indeed, Caspian noticed it in an instance, of course he did. He let their eyes meet and flashed a brilliant smile at the pale boy, knowing that both their minds were already racing towards memories from a few years - or a couple of months - back, to the evening before the Pevensies’ last departure.
“Your Majesty!” He turned towards the source; already knowing whom the voice belonged to. The newly crowned king took the last few steps up the hill, standing next to the sitting one.
The view from the hill was beautiful; there was a sharp slope down and stretching out before them was the once again peaceful landscape of Narnia, bathed in the silver moonlight. If you squinted, you could see the glitter of the oceans far in the distance, oceans that Caspian one day planned to travel and explore.
He sat down by Edmund’s side, leaning forward to let his head rest on his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs. In the clear night Edmund looked even paler; his freckles were harder to make out in the still somewhat dim light.
They were close - merely a fraction of an inch - and Caspian could feel the warmth from The Just seep through his clothes. It would’ve been so incredibly easy for them to make contact; simply leaning slightly to his right would’ve made the trick.
There was a comfortable silence for a while, that is, until Caspian broke it by speaking softly. “Happy to be going back to your England?”
Edmund responded with a noncommittal shrug, plucking at the grass next to him. “Not really my England… It’s just England. Narnia is my home and it always will be; I’ve spent nearly as much time here as I have in Britain…”
“Narnia will always remember you, My Lord. You will come back, on day, I am certain,” he comforted, sending a feeble smile in the old King’s direction.
“I do hope so… I just hope you will all be here then - last time we went back we were gone for 1300 years, I’m sure you remember,” he looked up briefly at Caspian, before returning his concentration to dissecting straws of grass. “I’m not sure I could manage losing so many friends again, I don’t think either of us could…” To this, all Caspian could do was nod, not quite sure of what to say.
“I won’t forget Narnia either, you know,” Edmund continued, this time looking the Telmarine straight in the eyes. “Probably couldn’t if I wanted to; being stuck there is awful. Everyone’s so immature.”
Caspian chuckled. “You are so much older than them, Your Majesty, be just, as your title describes you. You have many years left to live, to become so much wiser.”
Ducking his head, Caspian could still distinguish the slight rosiness of Edmund’s cheeks. Edmund himself took Caspian’s right hand - the closest hand - and pressed a cool metal object in it.
“I want you to have it. I know you said Narnia will remember us, but I want you to remember me…”
In the palm of the king’s hand lay a ring. It was made of silver, and very clearly a Narnian object. He frowned a little, gathering it to be an article from The Golden Age. “Why?” he breathed, holding the item up against the moonlight. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Edmund gave another shrug. “It’s not that I don’t want to be remembered as Peter The Magnificent’s Younger Brother, or anything - although I don’t, mind you - I just want you to remember me for being me, not the legend. Just Edmund…”
The brilliance of Caspian’s smile was almost overwhelming. Almost. “Thank you, Edmund.” The tone was almost mocking, but if the warm hug he gave Edmund just seconds later was anything to go by, he really did appreciate it. He then slipped it on the index finger of his right hand, looking at it with admiration.
“I used to wear it like that, too,” Edmund confessed. “Back when I was older,” he added with a laugh.
Caspian laughed as well, at that. “I will wear it always,” he swore and the sincerity of his statement was heartwarming “At least, until you come back and we meet again.”
Edmund started. “You sound so utterly certain Caspian; I hope you’re right…” he whispered, wrapping his fingers around Caspian’s bejeweled hand. “…is this goodbye, then?”
With another smile, he shook his head. “No,” said Caspian. “You will come back, when I call you; there is no need to say ‘goodbye’.”
“Not goodbye,” Edmund nodded, agreeing, squeezing the Telmarine’s hand lightly.
When the time had come for their second farewell, Edmund stopped Caspian from taking the ring of. “I’ll come back, when you call me,” he smiled. “No need to say goodbye… And even if this is goodbye, I want you to remember me.”
Caspian nodded, pushing the ring back on his finger, but not before Edmund could see the paler stripe it had left behind. “Always, Edmund.” They shared another smile before embracing each other. He felt Edmund’s lips pressed lightly to the side of his neck, his breath ghosting over his skin, before they pulled back. He saw them off, bade the cryptic lion farewell before returning to the Dawn Treader, smiling down at the ring. Until next time.