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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]

[Legends or not. Magnets for trouble all the same. The word legend is something to pretty it up all up.

Edmund is FREEZING. There is no other way to put it. His teeth are chattering and he hisses something low and dirty underneath his breath. Warming up would be a wonderful first idea. Unfortunately, thoughts escapes him. Because all that's going in his mind right now in a mantra is: cold, cold, cold. Somehow Edmund manages to jerk his head in a quick nod up at Caspian.]

T-Thanks.

[Thanking him is the least that Edmund needs to do. He owes him a lot after this. Edmund also isn't quite sure what Caspian's doing. It's not registering for the moment. All Edmund knows is that he is indescribably cold. He's never felt this cold in a long, long, long time. And he never ever, ever, wants to.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The jacket and belt are done for, he leaves the wet and freezing garments on the ice where they eventually sink into the break Edmund had made. He takes his own tunic and the shirt he's wearing under it off, pulling them over the nude and freezing Ed.]

Don't speak.

[It's times like these he's very glad he paid attention to his elders. Caspian's cold without any shirts on, but he's not anywhere near freezing like Edmund is.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Edmund shakes his head gruffly. Really? What else can he do? He simply clutches at the material of the tunic against his chest. It helps, not much, but still, it does.

He rocks back against his skin, closes his eyes shut, trying to steady himself damning his body. If he was older, he wouldn't be having as much trouble as he is now: younger, weaker, susceptible. Being younger outweighs being older. Edmund hates it.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Caspian conserves his own energy by just doing and not talking. He gathers up what he can, leaving the wet garments and weapons for a loss. Maybe they can at least retrieve the swords, but later. With a good lift he picks Ed up in his arms to carry him back over the slope. The faster they can get back to City proper the sooner they can find help.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Edmund, for the most part, is thankful that with being young comes being light. Weight is of no real issue here. A good thing. He lets Caspian take him, carrying him against his chest. The cold is starting to settle, still freezing blood and bone. Edmund sighs. He's never going to hear the end of this later, he knows. Of all the stupidity-- this has hit an altogether new high.]