[Okay, so… I was intending to write an OOC explanation of the dark au in which Pevendragon is a thing (cuz I have like fifteen dark au ideas) and this happened instead. Oops. It makes like 0 sense and I don’t think it’s even the idea I’ll go with for this particular thing but -throws at-
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"He had the look of one who has been with the Witch and eaten her food. You can always tell them if you've lived long in Narnia, something about their eyes."
They say it’s something in your eyes.
You stood there, ten years old and already with a taste of hell in those eyes, and listened to the sound like a knife being plunged into ice, chnnngkh, chnnngkh, chnnngkh, as soldier after soldier was instantaneously petrified. With you it was slower, wasn’t it? But so much of it began on that day, when you sprinted on aching legs down to confront the White Witch and suddenly wondered what the difference was between “He’s our brother” and “His blood is my property.”
You couldn’t think of one, and you let her escape.
Edmund continued chewing on his pencil, frowning at the adapted text of Madame Bovary he had balanced on his knees, and wondering how many times he needed to tell his teachers that he couldn’t read French until it finally sunk in that he couldn’t read French. It took him several moments of anticipating a response from someone else to realise that the female voice nearby was in fact addressing him.
"Jules," he echoed, forgetting for a moment what he was supposed to do in this sort of situation. "Oh, um—Edmund. How do you do." He hurriedly shifted his bag off the bus seat next to him and onto the floor to make room for her.
She gently shrugged and smiled with a nod. “Alright then. It was just a suggestion. But by the looks of it..French is your weakness..”
"It is rather," he agreed, making a face at his book. "I suppose I’ll ask my sister for help. But I’m sure she’s going to be all big-sistery about it, you know?"
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe // Hide and Seek
The fall had knocked away most of the ice in his fur but Reep shook himself down anyway, brushing away the last few clinging remnants of frost in the warm air.
He smirked and neatly sidestepped the question.
"Feels nice, doesn’t it, to be away from all that awful snow?" Flakes of snow began to drift down into the tunnel and he shivered. "Come on. Let’s see if we can’t escape it completely. This next room has a fireplace, if I remember correctly - which I usually do - and we’ll see if we can find some food, hmm? Mr Badger did once allow me the use of his larder ‘in case of emergencies’. I’m not quite sure this is what he had in mind, but nevertheless.”
He winked at Edmund and bounced down the tunnel, disappearing around the corner.
Edmund sighed loudly to express his displeasure but tipped himself forward to crawl after Reepicheep—or, rather, to crawl after the promise of fire and food. He promptly discovered that, now that they were out of the cold, his skinned knees had started stinging and bleeding. Brushing the dirt from his wounds, he followed in a cramped crouch instead that turned into something of a backwards slither when the room narrowed into a tunnel again.
"Snow’s not so bad," he said, not believing it in the least but feeling obligated to defend the Witch. "But if getting stuck in another world and being forced to go to war isn’t an emergency then I don’t know what is."
“It isn’t Narnia, you know. It’s you.”
[Here we go! I waited a bit until people uploaded hall and photoshoot pictures. Image-heavy post, because mun cosplay. Also contains the account of the infamous incident involving Asher and a policeman.