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[giftless]

At midnight, a chill breeze ran through the hut. It was enough to sway branches and make shadows dance, ruffle the bedsheets, but not enough to make Edmund wake up. He pressed closer to his boyfriend, an arm slung around his waist holding him close like a sort of security blanket. There was warmth there, and that was all Ed cared about with his

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[teenagerenegade]

He's dreaming that there's somebody int heir bedroom, or, at least, he's pretty sure that he is. He presses closer to Edmund and then he hears something, and it's half real and it's half part of the dream.

He lifts his head sleepily and then he freezes when he sees...whatever the hell it is.

"Holy shit."

[giftless]

Edmund could ignore a great deal when he wanted to, and when curled up against his boyfriend in the cool mists of morning, he definitely wanted to ignore a lot and go back to sleeping. But Charlie didn't really curse in the mornings or when things were going well (unless they were going very well), so blinking and bleary-eyed, Edmund lifted his head.

"Wassit?" he muttered, the heel of his hand rubbing at one eye when he caught sight of it, the thing at the base of the bed. "By the lion," Edmund cursed as he rolled out of bed and grabbed for his sword, resting against the wall.

[teenagerenegade]

Charlie's doesn't really care what it says about him; Ed's out of bed, sword in hand and Charlie's pretty much frozen in fear at this point, shoved back against the headboard with his knees dragged up to his cest.

"What the hell is that?" he says, his voice thin and higher than usual. He stares at Edmund. "What the fucking hell?"

[giftless]

The creature groaned again, and, again if one knew Zombiese one would understand, apologized for disturbing them. But Edmund couldn't understand him, only heard his blood pumping in his ears. When the zombie took two shuddering steps towards him, Ed didn't hesitate, but attacked with a downward strike and then spun on his hell, severing the head from the bulk of the body.