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[treadingdawn]

[Very very subdued shivering.]

Kara... unless you wish to practice in the snow I suggest we continue after this curse is over.

To the gentleman joining us for dinner... Jack Harkness, what would you like to eat?

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[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Edmund wonders if he should resist. Put up a farce to show how unwillingly he is. He's not stupid. Maybe he should be wary, not that he is worried, but--]

Oh?

[He lets himself be taken away with against, perhaps, better judgement.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you are trying to do, Edmund, why you truly wish to leave.

[Letting go of him once they're on the snowy street. It's slippery, melting snow and all.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Change of subject, much? Very.]

Are you worried?

[Ed leans against a lamp post. It's all too familiar. It's cold. But he doesn't pay it much heed.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

About what?

[It's not too familiar to him but Caspian isn't shivering like he was yesterday.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs easy, shoves his hands in his pocket for warmth.]

Whatever it is you're worried about?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It isn't funny, Edmund.

[A little more somberly.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[He almost shrugs-- stops at a look at Caspian's face.]

Sorry.

[Murmured, he rises off the lamp post, straightens. It's not polite to slouch.]

I just--

Want to give you guys space.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You don't have to encourage something that doesn't exist. However I understand if it is you seeking space for yourself.

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Space for himself? Is that really it? It could very well be. Edmund doesn't exactly shirk the idea all the same. So it's an idea on the table? Edmund doesn't brush it away.]

I encourage all those that have the potential to exist.

[He meets Caspian's eyes.]

As for seeking space for myself, maybe. I've not really thought much of it.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs once to that, not wanting to think about things that seem unclear even to himself. Thus, Caspian can't meet Edmund's eyes.]

I didn't think you had, but you should if you wish.

[So the Telmarine was right to believe Ed has more than one motive.]

I know your family is very close, they would miss you.

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

I do.

[He thinks it's only fair, after all. He likes Caspian and whilst his brother is a bit thick, it's not entirely impossible for anything to happen.]

I would miss them too. [Ed lets off a small sigh soft.] You, as well.

[Sometimes, maybe, Edmund needs to think some things through.]

I don't know actually. Now that I think about it, why would I want to move?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Just as easily letting that subject die its horrible and slow death to discuss Edmund Pevensie instead.]

That is a good question to ask yourself.

I spent one month's time becoming accustomed to Peter's presence... now we have five, and six if Sarah intends to come back.

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

One that has no answer.

[Edmund has a right well think about it.]

Are you saying you'll miss me or something if I leave, Caspian?

[It's a joke. Edmund grins. He really should stop making them in lieu of serious talks, really.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I think I would, but I could alleviate my solitude by visiting often.

[Returning a smile.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

And cooking!

[The grin splits wide. Edmund really does have ulterior motives. Caspian's food and Susan's care packages while he's gone-- oh, he'll be fatter than ever out of the house than he will be in it.]

No worries. I'll be around for another week or two more. So you can suffer with me until you end up actually missing me.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[A sigh, neither heavy nor light.]

If you insist, Edmund.

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[A smile.]

All the time.

[A friendly pat to Caspian's back, turns to glance over at all the melting snow. Too late for a snowball fight, it seems.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

At least the weather will be back to normal, or so is the hope.

[He nods.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

This place is just weird.

[That sums it all the right way up.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you might take an interest in a little swordplay.

[This has nothing to do with the plan to make Edmund gain weight of course.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Turns to give him a curious eye. Oh, Caspian. Is that a challenge? You should know better.]

Any time, King. Provided, I'd like a sword for one.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

One I shall gladly provide, Edmund the Just.

[It only takes a quick shuffle back into the flat to pick up what he and Peter have been amassing for a month: weaponry. Call them old fashioned, amongst the broadswords, sideswords, and rapiers, there isn't a single firearm.]

Here.

[He offers Edmund a traditional one-hander.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Edmund makes a face at it. Not that he's insulted at the assumption of which weapon he'd like, rather, it's fine all the same. But how unfair! They haven't been sharing this weaponry all this time without his knowledge!]

This has been where you've been hiding it?

[He gives it an idle swing in one hand. The weight feels good and familiar in his hand. It's been too long. Two weeks, the feel of a blade is refreshing.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No one asked.

[He shrugs once, eh heh... Caspian has his much more recognizable Narnian clothing on, but without his brigandine. He brings a jacket instead, nevermind how strange it looks over the not-so-modern clothing.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. He so did too. Edmund can't remember when exactly, but he remembers he has asked. Oh well. What's done is done. What wasn't asked, well, wasn't.

Edmund changes into some clothes he's borrowing off Peter. Looser pants, sticks with his jumper.]

Don't blame if I hurt you. [He says as soon as they're outside, swinging about the sword idly. He's not usually cocky, he knows better than that. Today, Edmund can't help it.]