[LOGS]

[wintersking]

[you and me were never meant to be part of the future]

1. Peter → [scars]
2. Peter → [starlight]

[all we have is now]

1. Peter/Caspian/Susan/Lucy → [christmas come early]
2. Caspian → [idle conversation]
3. Peter → [messenger]
4. Peter/Caspian → [the ambush]
5. Caspian → [a christmas present without wrappings]
6. Peter → [like vines, we

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Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Edmund awoke to find himself...not quite himself.

In fact, when he glanced in the mirror, he almost half-believed that a stranger was looking back at him. A stranger whose arm moved at the exact same time and whose facial expressions reflected perfectly- shock, disbelief and utter confusion.

Oh. Curses. Not as an exclamation, but literally- he was cursed.

As of now, Edmund Pevensie was approximately twenty five years of age.

He ran out to the porch, surprised at how much stronger and faster this body is, searching for the others and yet hoping that he doesn't scrape his head on the ceiling or break anything that Su would have to berate him for.

...These curses did wear off in time, right? As much as Ed missed the golden age of Narnia, he wasn't quite ready to be thrust into adulthood yet.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

Peter, after dealing with a boy named Merlin, was less in the mood for the unexpected than usual. It wasn't that he was in a bad mood, not hardly to be honest, so much as that he was rather confused and was not comfortable with being so. Still...one could hope for a modicum of normalcy, couldn't one?

Sighing, having found his way back to the house, he frowned upon seeing a person there who looked nothing like the only other male who was supposed to be in or at this humble abode. Eyes narrowed, he approached, trying to stand as tall as possible, wondering what this person wanted and who they could possibly be. Maybe they were lost? They did seem to have that potential.

"Hello...?"

It was as good a start as any.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Cue disbelief.

"Peter?" the smile on Edmund's face couldn't help but break through, despite the insanity of all of this. That horrible haircut brought back memories indeed.

But if this were that Peter, from that period of time- perhaps it was best not to reveal his identity. His brother definitely didn't seem to recognize him anyways.

"Oh. Hello." he says blankly, wondering why this has to be so awkward, and trying to find an appropriate excuse as to why he's here that would make sense to Peter.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

"How do you know my name? Did someone send you to check up on us?" Peter asked immediately, walking up the steps and stopping between this stranger and the door.

Shifting slightly, he added with an expression he hoped was confident enough to be convincing, "We're handling it just fine, you know." That was of course assuming his first question was on the mark, but either way it was the truth. They had it well enough in hand and didn't need some random other person's help.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Oh, Aslan. What was he supposed to do now?

"Yes. Helen asked me to come here." hopefully the name-drop would add some credibility to his story. Edmund paused, wondering if he would be believed or if the perpetually obstinate Peter would kick him out. "I'm your uncle." he added, keeping a conversational tone of voice.

Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

On the one hand, this person knew his mother's name. On the other hand, that maybe shouldn't mean much because Peter still felt mighty suspicious, and that was a nice way of putting it. There was also the vaguely territorial feeling he had, as if this person might be coming along to play the adult here when that job had been entrusted to the blond already.

Something to think about later maybe, or not.

"I don't remember you," he said honestly, his look as dubious as his voice, brow furrowing as he peered up at this brunette. He did seem a bit familiar the more Peter looked at him, but maybe that was just wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

"The last time I saw you, you were quite young." he shrugged, casting Peter a sideways glance. He saw that territorial look on his brother's face and knew exactly what that meant: I've got it sorted.

"I was in the war for a bit." Ed wasn't sure why he was throwing that detail out, but part of him thought that perhaps Peter might soften at that, seeing as his own father was fighting as well. "But I've come back, just for now."

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

Head tilting a bit more, Peter attempted to figure this person out, without asking another question for the moment. He certainly didn't seem to be anywhere in Peter's memory no matter how much the boy dug around in his mind, and it wasn't as though he had, so far in life, too much to clutter the mental shelves with. If he had such an uncle, the eldest Pevensie sibling imagined he would absolutely remember it. Besides, he did not remember anyone quite this relaxed on the Scrubbs' side. More than a little disbelieving, he glanced away.

"I don't buy it," he decided, hand running over his mouth before he rubbed his chin, as if in thought, but actually just as an action because he felt fidgety. "But I have no idea who you are and so there's no real sense in you lying."

And there, a conundrum of sorts.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Please just let it go, Peter.

Edmund sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets for now. "You wouldn't remember me, like I said. But it's fine. I don't expect you to buy it."

Time to change the subject.

"How are the others, Peter? Lucy, Edmund and...Susan were their names, right?" it was better to act as if he was trying very hard to remember them. Hopefully none of them came outside and recognized him.

He had no idea what that would do to Peter.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

How were they? They were managing. He'd said that hadn't he? Crossing his arms, he took a while before finally answering this so-called uncle who he did not believe was their uncle at all.

"Well enough," he said even as a stray thought happened across him, unbidden: I wonder how dad is. Still rather blatantly staring at the dark haired man, Peter continued to try to figure out what was feeling familiar about him, or what was masquerading as familiar--either or. If he was not actually his uncle--and he isn't, Peter thought mildly annoyed--but still seemed to not be a complete stranger, what did that mean? Where had he seen him before?

Sighing when nothing occurred to him, he settled for a frown that was not quite as severe as it had been before.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

If Peter had been obstinate at this age, Edmund shuddered to remember how he had been. The fights they had gotten into, the shouting matches they'd had- scuffles on the underground were nothing compared to those.

There was a silence after Peter's curt reply, as Edmund had nothing to say to that. But part of him wondered why Peter was not assaulting him with questions about their father as Edmund probably would have. Then again, Peter had never hero-worshipped their father with the same starry-eyed intensity that Edmund had.

Maybe he could offer him hope.

"Your father's fine." Edmund says this softly, the flicker of sadness not showing on his face- but the conscious observer might have seen it in his eyes.

He'd offer Peter more than he'd had, at least.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

It somehow was a very large leap to go from an impostor of an uncle to directly addressing the state of his father. Even with this person having named his mother, Peter found himself become angry as quickly as anything, but behind the anger there was a closed feeling on his throat and his eyelids felt stiff--crying won't do any good and I am too old for that, he thought dispassionately

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

Stupid.

Of course Peter would react badly to that. Edmund keeps on expecting his Peter, from his time, and expects the reactions to be appropriate to that.

He messed up, plain and simple.

"Well, if you're doing okay, then..." he trails off rather pathetically, giving a shrug and turning to leave.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

Between the two of them, it's likely Peter was the more surprised to hear the words that came out of his mouth as he opened the door.

"You...can come in. It's too cold outside." He would, if this person did come in, give him a long list of what-you-absolutely-are-not-allowed-to-do. Older or not that didn't change that Peter was supposed to be the one taking care of people here and he sighed, glancing backward. The others were likely in their rooms or something and if this person stayed downstairs, in the study maybe, that might be acceptable. He had come all the way out here, Peter noted fairly, and maybe that lent a bit of credibility to something of his story, more so than the names because actions being greater than words certainly applied here...or so Peter figured.

Almost he wondered what his parents would do but the wondering died quickly to be replaced with something else that didn't really fit in a category on its own anyway.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[wintersking]

It's an interesting bout of charity from Peter, that's for sure- but not altogether unexpected. He was a child, sure. But not an ordinary one by a long shot, and his chivalry-to-a-fault was there, lurking under the surface.

"Thanks." part of Edmund's relieved, he won't lie. He had been expecting to find his way to the City somehow and carry on from there. Which would be fine except for the fact that he barely knew his way around there to begin with.

No doubt Peter would try to enforce some rules on him. Some things never change.

Like Vines, We Intertwined

[oshutup]

Opening the door wider, Peter frowned before closing it again.

"Wait, what's your name? And don't lie."

Not that he'd completely know either way but it was worth throwing the order out there.