Untitled - A Narnia AU drabble.
I've lost what little writing mojo I had. D: Even churning out just this was like pulling fingernails. HALP.
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In which Edmund is left behind in England with Susan at the end of The Last Battle. Features shades of Jadis/Edmund.
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He’s dreaming. He has to be.
At some point he even pauses for a moment and laughs to himself, because the thought occurs to him: He shut the door after himself again.
Dream or not, some things never change.
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The freshly fallen snow crunches underneath his feet, the sound magnified in the silence of the cold.
Around him, everything is still, and the deja vu mutters in a corner of his mind.
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“Susan,” he says, when he has caught up to her. But she turns around to face him, and he realizes that he has mistaken one head of long, raven locks for another.
Blood red lips slowly curl up into a smile, her heavily lidded eyes fastened to his.
“Edmund,” she says, and her voice is just as he remembers - all silk and heat wound tight. “Edmund,” and she is closer, brighter, more beautiful than he recalls.
“Jadis.”
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“You yearn for Narnia,” Jadis says idly, fingertips searing his skin as she tenderly brushes a wayward lock of hair out of his eyes. “Do you know that Narnia yearns for you, as well?”
“Aslan said I cannot return,” Edmund says, and she just laughs.
“He did,” she agrees. “But you are here now.”
“This is just a dream.”
“No, this is not just a dream,” Jadis says, “but neither is it permanent.” The blade that she twirls between slim fingers gleams like razor-sharp teeth in the pale sunlight. “I know the way back.”
And Edmund doesn’t even flinch as she grazes the pads of her fingers slowly along his neck, baring his skin to the biting cold.
He doesn’t blink as she presses herself against him.
“Oh, my Prince,” she breathes against his ear.
-
“Edmund.”
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There is no wardrobe. There is no winter.
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“Edmund,” Susan repeats. And she lays the black suit along the foot of his bed. “It’s time.”
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There is no Peter, there is no Lucy.
It’s just the two of them, now.
-
Jadis smiles, and her teeth gleam like a razor-sharp blade in the darkness.
There will always be Jadis. And where Jadis is, Narnia is.
-
“Jadis.”
The desperation clings to Edmund as he awaits a reply.
Untitled
In which Edmund is left behind in England with Susan at the end of The Last Battle. Features shades of Jadis/Edmund.
Untitled
He’s dreaming. He has to be.
At some point he even pauses for a moment and laughs to himself, because the thought occurs to him: He shut the door after himself again.
Dream or not, some things never change.
-
The freshly fallen snow crunches underneath his feet, the sound magnified in the silence of the cold.
Around him, everything is still, and the deja vu mutters in a corner of his mind.
-
“Susan,” he says, when he has caught up to her. But she turns around to face him, and he realizes that he has mistaken one head of long, raven locks for another.
Blood red lips slowly curl up into a smile, her heavily lidded eyes fastened to his.
“Edmund,” she says, and her voice is just as he remembers - all silk and heat wound tight. “Edmund,” and she is closer, brighter, more beautiful than he recalls.
“Jadis.”
-
“You yearn for Narnia,” Jadis says idly, fingertips searing his skin as she tenderly brushes a wayward lock of hair out of his eyes. “Do you know that Narnia yearns for you, as well?”
“Aslan said I cannot return,” Edmund says, and she just laughs.
“He did,” she agrees. “But you are here now.”
“This is just a dream.”
“No, this is not just a dream,” Jadis says, “but neither is it permanent.” The blade that she twirls between slim fingers gleams like razor-sharp teeth in the pale sunlight. “I know the way back.”
And Edmund doesn’t even flinch as she grazes the pads of her fingers slowly along his neck, baring his skin to the biting cold.
He doesn’t blink as she presses herself against him.
“Oh, my Prince,” she breathes against his ear.
-
“Edmund.”
-
There is no wardrobe. There is no winter.
-
“Edmund,” Susan repeats. And she lays the black suit along the foot of his bed. “It’s time.”
-
There is no Peter, there is no Lucy.
It’s just the two of them, now.
-
Jadis smiles, and her teeth gleam like a razor-sharp blade in the darkness.
There will always be Jadis. And where Jadis is, Narnia is.
-
“Jadis.”
The desperation clings to Edmund as he awaits a reply.