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Narnia: Share
Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Warnings: Incest
Rating: PG13
Summary: Sharing what remains of Narnia.
Peter looked tired. He was resting his head against the window, hand on one of the black out drapes that they still had to use for curtains, looking out into the garden. Edmund knew that look. He'd seen it all too often when Peter was tired and worn and something in Narnia just wasn't going right. When small, petty problems made their way up through the rankings until the High King had to deal with them. It was a look of disappointment.
"She thinks we're playing games, Ed," he said, softly, and Edmund started a little. He hadn't even realised that Peter knew he was there. He turned slightly, and gave Edmund a kind of sad smile. As always, Edmund wanted to kneel down before his brother, who was so unmistakably the High King of Narnia, still. Even in this world, the kingliness was still there, had transformed him into someone people would follow.
He'd move worlds for Peter if only he asked.
"Susan?" he asked, tearing himself away from his thoughts, and sighing as Peter nodded. "How can she have forgotten Aslan?"
Peter shrugged slightly, and for a moment he was almost just a boy, and then he turned back to the window with that noble look on his face again. "I don't know... sometimes it's hard to keep believing when everything in this world is so..."
Edmund knew what he meant, found the word, "Unmagical."
"Right. Unmagical. And even if Aslan is here too, he's so distant..."
"I believe he's still with us," he said, firmly, and he sat down on the bed and put an arm around his brother's shoulders. He felt that Aslan was still near, every time he was sad, every time he was tempted, every time he snapped or said something cruel. He felt as if Aslan would help them do anything, if it was good and right, if only they believed hard enough that he would.
"Of course he is," Peter said quickly, and Edmund bit his lip, realising that it sounded as if he'd been doubting Peter's faith. Peter was the only one who should never show doubt; the eldest, the High King... so many reasons for him to conceal any doubt so as to be an example. "We mustn't forget Narnia. We mustn't even think of doubting it."
Edmund nodded. He felt so close to Peter then, the one person in the world he felt understood him completely. Ever since they had left Narnia, he'd found himself growing closer and closer to Peter, as if that could make up for what they'd lost. He didn't mean to feel so utterly enamoured with his brother, but still, sometimes Peter didn't seem like his brother any more. He would always be his king. "We should... share Narnia. Together. Me and you..."
"And Lucy?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow, and Edmund's heart beat faster, realising that maybe, maybe he'd been caught. But he just moved on, adding, "Share it?"
"Share... what it felt like to be there," he said, and it was getting difficult to speak.
They were closer now, faces close, bodies close, as if they were speaking about secrets even the furniture wasn't allowed to hear. And Edmund was almost holding his breath when he leaned even closer to Peter, when their lips brushed.
Peter's voice was a whisper when they pulled apart, the kiss completely chaste, but so unbrotherly. "Did that feel bad and wrong to you?"
Edmund considered it, beyond just the moment, trying to find a feeling of guilt, "No... it felt like Narnia."
"Good," it was almost a sigh of relief, "because it felt like that to me, too."
Edmund didn't care it might be a little odd to kiss one's own brother in quite that way. There was no reproaching Aslan inside him, only a kind of quiet joy, so he leaned forward to kiss his brother again.
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Warnings: Incest
Rating: PG13
Summary: Sharing what remains of Narnia.
Peter looked tired. He was resting his head against the window, hand on one of the black out drapes that they still had to use for curtains, looking out into the garden. Edmund knew that look. He'd seen it all too often when Peter was tired and worn and something in Narnia just wasn't going right. When small, petty problems made their way up through the rankings until the High King had to deal with them. It was a look of disappointment.
"She thinks we're playing games, Ed," he said, softly, and Edmund started a little. He hadn't even realised that Peter knew he was there. He turned slightly, and gave Edmund a kind of sad smile. As always, Edmund wanted to kneel down before his brother, who was so unmistakably the High King of Narnia, still. Even in this world, the kingliness was still there, had transformed him into someone people would follow.
He'd move worlds for Peter if only he asked.
"Susan?" he asked, tearing himself away from his thoughts, and sighing as Peter nodded. "How can she have forgotten Aslan?"
Peter shrugged slightly, and for a moment he was almost just a boy, and then he turned back to the window with that noble look on his face again. "I don't know... sometimes it's hard to keep believing when everything in this world is so..."
Edmund knew what he meant, found the word, "Unmagical."
"Right. Unmagical. And even if Aslan is here too, he's so distant..."
"I believe he's still with us," he said, firmly, and he sat down on the bed and put an arm around his brother's shoulders. He felt that Aslan was still near, every time he was sad, every time he was tempted, every time he snapped or said something cruel. He felt as if Aslan would help them do anything, if it was good and right, if only they believed hard enough that he would.
"Of course he is," Peter said quickly, and Edmund bit his lip, realising that it sounded as if he'd been doubting Peter's faith. Peter was the only one who should never show doubt; the eldest, the High King... so many reasons for him to conceal any doubt so as to be an example. "We mustn't forget Narnia. We mustn't even think of doubting it."
Edmund nodded. He felt so close to Peter then, the one person in the world he felt understood him completely. Ever since they had left Narnia, he'd found himself growing closer and closer to Peter, as if that could make up for what they'd lost. He didn't mean to feel so utterly enamoured with his brother, but still, sometimes Peter didn't seem like his brother any more. He would always be his king. "We should... share Narnia. Together. Me and you..."
"And Lucy?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow, and Edmund's heart beat faster, realising that maybe, maybe he'd been caught. But he just moved on, adding, "Share it?"
"Share... what it felt like to be there," he said, and it was getting difficult to speak.
They were closer now, faces close, bodies close, as if they were speaking about secrets even the furniture wasn't allowed to hear. And Edmund was almost holding his breath when he leaned even closer to Peter, when their lips brushed.
Peter's voice was a whisper when they pulled apart, the kiss completely chaste, but so unbrotherly. "Did that feel bad and wrong to you?"
Edmund considered it, beyond just the moment, trying to find a feeling of guilt, "No... it felt like Narnia."
"Good," it was almost a sigh of relief, "because it felt like that to me, too."
Edmund didn't care it might be a little odd to kiss one's own brother in quite that way. There was no reproaching Aslan inside him, only a kind of quiet joy, so he leaned forward to kiss his brother again.