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Perhaps you ought to reconsider.
[ ooc: timeline up to you!
/revives this place ]
[ ooc: timeline up to you!
/revives this place ]
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she thinks she's found a magical land
in the upstairs wardrobe!
30 December 2011 @ 09:34 am
( Edmund lets his crutches clatter to the ground without caring about the ruckus — only Susan is in the house with him, after all, and if she chooses to start a fight over it, he's ready for it. There's a restless buzzing under his skin that had always preceded battle in Narnia, the precursor of bloodshed and anger and the saccharine taste of Lucy's fireflower cordial.
Letting out a silent breath, Edmund leans back against the sofa, reveling in the quiet burn of the healing wound on his abdomen. He's thinking about the apple tree in the backyard, how its leaves have been burnished to a dusky gold. He's thinking about the sunset in Susan's hair, and how it isn't quite enough to erase the lines of weariness from her face. He's thinking about the awful casserole that Mrs. Minchen from down the street brought for their dinner.
Even looking at it had made him nauseous. )
Hungry, Susan? ( He hasn't called her Su in years, and he's not likely to start now. )
Letting out a silent breath, Edmund leans back against the sofa, reveling in the quiet burn of the healing wound on his abdomen. He's thinking about the apple tree in the backyard, how its leaves have been burnished to a dusky gold. He's thinking about the sunset in Susan's hair, and how it isn't quite enough to erase the lines of weariness from her face. He's thinking about the awful casserole that Mrs. Minchen from down the street brought for their dinner.
Even looking at it had made him nauseous. )
Hungry, Susan? ( He hasn't called her Su in years, and he's not likely to start now. )