Wine was drunk. Inappropriateness occured.
This is not the first time he's drunk wine. He keeps telling himself that.
The feast seemed to last forever but Charlie's enjoyed himself, sitting with his chin cradled in his hand watching people, sneaking the fingers of his free hand into Ed's whenever he could and steadily getting drunker and drunker.
He manages to get out of his boots and then collapses back on the bed, both arms draped over his head. He feels sort of boneless and relaxed. He's actually starting to like it here, but, then again, he's pretty sure that he'd like it anywhere Edmund Pevensie is.
He lifts his head, looking for his boyfriend.
"Being here really suits you, you know?" he says, tilting his head on one side. "You look fucking...beautiful."
The feast seemed to last forever but Charlie's enjoyed himself, sitting with his chin cradled in his hand watching people, sneaking the fingers of his free hand into Ed's whenever he could and steadily getting drunker and drunker.
He manages to get out of his boots and then collapses back on the bed, both arms draped over his head. He feels sort of boneless and relaxed. He's actually starting to like it here, but, then again, he's pretty sure that he'd like it anywhere Edmund Pevensie is.
He lifts his head, looking for his boyfriend.
"Being here really suits you, you know?" he says, tilting his head on one side. "You look fucking...beautiful."