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 MY BODY YOU IGNITED*, lee/alesia <3
EDMUND PEVENSIE
Posted: Dec 15 2010, 10:03 AM


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She is a wave and she’s breaking She’s a problem to solve and in that circle she’s making I will always revolve And on her sight These eyes depend Invisible and Indivisible That fire you ignited Good, bad and undecided Burns when I stand beside it
COLD WHEN I'M DENIED IT
Edmund smiled in cold satisfaction when his blade sliced the poor straw dummy's head clean off - the result was that his smile, as you could imagine, was not a very friendly one. He himself could not quite tell why this was so, because for the last couple of hours or so, he'd been in a fairly good mood. Good by his standards, at least. It was the equivalent of Lucy on one of her sugar highs, which by the by happened not as often as people would think on first meeting the girl; the normal cheerful way she acted was her with a normal sugar level - when on a high, she was all but a force of nature. And while Edmund loved her dearly, he tended to avoid an even-more-hyper-than-usual Lucy like the plague, for which he blamed his nerves. The poor things can't take her in prolonged contact when she was in such a state. People reacted to his leaps in good humor with far warmer welcome, surprised as they would be to see him so. He hadn't enjoyed a honest-to-god light-hearted moment since he managed to escape capture; or rather, since he left Susan to rot there while he walked away a free man. Never mind that nothing of it had been of his own choice. It wasn't as though his fragile self-esteem needed the blow. But now that today, for once, he felt as though he could at least forget the matter for a couple of hours and just sit back and relax - or at least do his equivalent for those things - he found that his two best friends to do just that with had gone incognito. Disappeared without a trace. Emphasis placed on 'without a trace'. They were no doubt having the time of their lives. Similarly beyond doubt in his own mind was the fact that they were doing so with one another.

You could only imagine his lack of approval for his two best friends' enjoyment at his expense. It was not a possessive person, nor one quick to envy what others had. In the beginning, when Aleks was newly knighted, it had been the two boys constantly together and rough-housing like a pair of idiots - Aleks more than him, obviously. When the blond knight introduced him to Alesia, Edmund had been as friendly as you could had expect him to be around a female, but it soon dawned that she wasn't like any other girl from Court he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. He'd been half-worried that she'd come in between their duo - he had lived long enough what a pretty girl could do to men - but he soon realized that, if anything, it would be the opposite. Alesia and Aleks had been friends since the dawn of time, or so one would think from the way they'd act together. At any rate, the duo evolved into a trio, and for a while, all was well. For them, at least. The kitchens of Cair Paravel, for a couple of months, kept finding apples and sandwiches and the like mysteriously disappearing, while the Hospital Wing had to patch the troublemakers up more and more often. Running around like a hooligan, practicing his sword-fighting or horseback-riding or just out and out exploring, he couldn't remember feeling more light hearted. His workload suffered a little from his neglect, but not as much as you'd imagine; he was, as reckless as he had thought himself then, still the most responcible - or boring - out of the trio by far, and he'd spend many a night at his desk to make sure he was as caught-up as ever.

But that was all before Susan had been taken by the Telmarine dogs, as though she was a common slave; before he'd attempted to foolish raid on Anvard to rescue his sister, all by himself. Before he'd been taken as a hostage himself and denied his High King and brother of another counsellor. He'd been handed back after a year, but Susan still stayed sepparated from the world. Could one blame him for being a taf bit - reserved? He'd spent an entire year of his life in a locked room, with only armed guards for company on the other side of a locked door; no doubt, for the guards' safety. No matter what he'd instsed to his siblings countless times, chess did get a bit old when one's own opponent was oneself. Edmund had spent the last couple of months cajoled and pushed by his two friends trying to get him to enjoy life once more - and though the grim slash of his mouth had been replaced as of late by his old, pre-capture wry smile, it was slow going. They had made progress, though, and his skin had lost most of their vampirish sallowness. But still; Edmund decided, mid-word in a peace treaty he had attempted to write in secrey, that what he needed was some sun - or maybe even a lot of it. The day was far too fine to be wasted in his cave-like library, and his similarly good mood was to be even more precious. And so, with his sword sheathed on a belt at his waist, he'd step out of his rooms with his friends and their probable locations in his mind. It was so typical of the both of them the moment he decided to have a change of spirits - but almost whistling as he walked, he was almost pleased at the the thought of surprising them so. One of the other was sure to pass by the training grounds eventually, both being avid and swordsmen, and it'd be less - nervewrecking - to try to see whether he managed to retained his long-unused skills while in capture.

Edmund haven't even managed ten steps before he heard of them. He'd heard giggly chatter right before he saw them, turning the corner to walk straight pass their group before he could think the better of it. Giggling girls or no, it was his castle and he'd be damned if he was to scuttle around like a mouse. The group, he was not too surprised to discover, was composed of Lady Arina Diamant, his sister's lady-in-waiting, and a group of similarly-minded ladies, all elegantly dressed and inelegantly trying to cover their laughter. Edmund coughed lightly to alert them of his presence as he drew closer, and the ladies immediately dropped curtsies and murmuring their good grace. The Just King bowed to all of them, rising just in time to see the youngest of the group practically stuff her fist in her mouth and Diamant jabbing her in the ribs. Had he just moved away, that would have been the end of that, but just as he turned to take his leave - truly, he did not care for whatever amused such silly little creatures - the girl who had tried to hide her silence ruined her efforts and blurted the question out. Not whether Aleks and Alesia were courting - but whether he knew of it. Diamant chimed in than, her eyes both curious and apologetic and her demure smile quite fixed, that 'Jenna here knows not how to hold her tongue.' Jenna, which was what her name must be, quickly argued that she saw what she saw - Aleks and Alesia had been kissing. No wonder neither had thought to seek his presence out for the last couple of days - they were, no doubt, transfixed by one another. And though he should have felt happy at his friends' newfound happiness, an unknown emotion gripped him. Betrayal - envy, even. Which was plain idiocy, The pair were made for one another - even he could see that.

Which was why he was to be found hours later, still hacking away at dummies, not sure whose features he imagined on their blank faces - his, Aleks's, Arina's, Jenna's or even Alesia's.
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ALESIA BEAUFORT
Posted: Dec 21 2010, 05:25 AM


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lay down in the water,

we're all sons and daughters, rest your head on the altar, oh, come lay down in the water. pirouette, single step, won't you spin me around the room, like a marionette? and lonely maestro spin me real slow, I just need something to get me through

the thick of it, I have everything, from time to time, oh we had everything.

Sometimes Alesia wanted to hang out with her best friend but today was not one of those times. The dolt had kissed her. In front of everyone! She had been horrified and disgusted when he had kissed her. She considered him to be a fifth brother. All she felt for him was friendship, though right now any affection that she had for Aleks was nonexistent and had been replaced by anger. As if kissing her hadn’t been bad enough, he had to go do it in public and now everyone knew about it and thought that the two were together. Together her arse. Right now she was so mad at him she didn’t even want to look at him let alone go near him, though that was mostly for his safety since she would likely punch him in her anger in addition to the slap she gave him after he had kissed her. Now Alesia typically didn’t care what others thought of her, she was who she was and that was that and was never going to change. But she couldn’t help but be affected by the whisperings of those around the Cair now. They thought that she and Aleks were not a couple while in truth she was currently so mad at the young knight that she couldn’t see straight. Hello, had they completely missed the fact that she had slapped him, hard and loud across the face after he had kissed her, so hard that it had left a red imprint of her hand on his face. And yet they continued to ask if they were really a couple after all these years of being so close? How could people be so daft? The slap was obvious and quite hard to miss, and yet everyone seemed to be missing it completely.

Now she was looking for the only person that she could talk to without punching right now, Edmund Pevensie. She had not seen him in the few days since the dreaded kiss for some reason or another, probably because she was venting about Aleks to one of her brothers. Now if it had been Edmund that had kissed her, she wouldn’t have slapped him for doing it. While they had been a trio for a while before he had been captured and held for a year and she and Aleks had worked to get Edmund back to smiling again and get back to his normal self after his year being held by the Telmarine’s in Archenland (that one of the worst years of her life, knowing that her good friend was imprisoned while trying to rescue his sister and that it was said good friend that she had been feeling something more than friendship towards even though she hadn’t realized her feelings yet at the time) things had been great. They were a trio of close friends and pranksters and when they were together, Cair Paravel better look out and watch their steps less the step right into a prank. She had the best friend she had known since she was little that she thought of as a brother and the new good friend that she was beginning to feel more then friendship towards. She had grown to feel something for him during the months before his capture and imprisonment and that entire year she never stopped thinking about him, worrying about him. Though then she had simply thought that it was friendly concern, she had grown to care about him as much as Aleks. But it was when he returned, scared from his imprisonment that she realized that her feelings for him were more than that of just friendship, she wanted to be more than just friends with Edmund the Just.

After searching for nearly an hour for the young king, having not found him in all the obvious places (the library, his quarters, etc.) and having to deal with a group of giggling ladies-in-waiting that once more asked her if she and Aleks were together (to which she promptly told them no and simply walked away before she punched one of the giggling idiots in the face) , she finally found Edmund hacking away at dummies quite viciously, a rather cold smile on his face as she approached where he was unnoticed. Alesia’s brown furrowed as she approached where he continued to hack away at the dummies viciously. “Edmund?” she asked softly to get his attention. She had learned when she was younger around her brother’s never to startle someone with a sword in their hands. The results were usually never pretty for the person that startled them.

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EDMUND PEVENSIE
Posted: Jan 14 2011, 02:23 PM


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She is a wave and she’s breaking She’s a problem to solve and in that circle she’s making I will always revolve And on her sight These eyes depend Invisible and Indivisible That fire you ignited Good, bad and undecided Burns when I stand beside it
COLD WHEN I'M DENIED IT
His old swordmaster, a grouchy faun who used to have to drag him down to the lists before proceeding to beat the lad black and blue before he started getting used to his heavy armour, would have stars in his eyes to see his old student so; slashing madly back and forth with frightening power and determination as though each hay-filled, humanoid-shaped sack did him a great personal wrong, so that the dummies only stayed together - if they did so - in shredded ribbons. Edmund would probably come to regret it by the time morning arrived when his body would refuse to allow him to rise, being as unused as it was to such feats of strength - the Just King was known for his cunning, lightning-quick strikes thankyouverymuch, not such brutish shows of strength. That was more in Peter's zone. At any rate, of course her remembered just a moment later that said grouchy swordmaster had long since died thinking his Queens and Kings had deserted him, and even sword-fighting seemed not the best way to let out his frustration. Who was he kidding? He was no warrior, brave and strong. He was, some would say, both but that did far from sum up the bulk of his character; his place was with quills and parchment, writing up treaties so dense than few of the neighbouring lords or ladies - or more likely, their advisors - could reply intelligently, much less find loopholes in, or if neccessary on the outskirts of a battlefield, playing his brother and High King's most trusted councillor and whispering just the right dirty tactic to use to allow victory to flit into their grasp.

The dark-haired king could fight as well as any man, and precious few doubted the fact. What he lacked in strength he made up in a predatory calculation of his opponent's moves, as he would in the games of chess he would always win. There was not, however, much to occupy said mind with when his only opponent was a rather untalkative group of sacks. And so, like it or not, his thoughts went traitorously back to precisely where he had strived to keep them away from - they seemed to take to orders just as he did - and his jaw would tense and he would go at the things harder than before and he knew he would ache in the morning and he couldn't help but smile - a pathetic excuse for a smile it was, too, a solid grim line all cold and so unlike him that Lucy would cry out to see - at how low he had fallen. All for some girl. It was hardly as though he hadn't encountered more than his fair share of those - Narnia seemed to attract princesses and damsels in distress and damsels who tried to act like they weren't in distress but were secretly hoping for a prince to come and rescue them anyway. They came in dresses to tight and necklines to low and had a marked tendancy - and very tedious it was, too - to giggle and sprain their ankles. Truly. He could no longer recall how many ladies managed to mangle their limbs in either of the kings' presence and had to be tenderly carried back to the castle, though he used to keep a list, purely for etertainment purposes.

It was worse for Peter, he remembered. Peter, Narnia's golden boy, always managed to keep his temper in check and his refrains light - Edmund had little to no patience with such frivolities and it was a very determined girl - with even more determined parents, no doubt - who managed to keep up the pretense of interest in him for very long. He had driven a fair few off in tears, and while he felt guilty enough after to apologize - not that he used to have much say in the matter, what with his two older, more image-conscious siblings - but the guilt dried up the instant he found hopeful eyes looking up to meet his. He didn't need that kind of responcibility - who was he to care for another's heart? He had his siblings, and his country, to care for and was quite happy to have them eat up nearly all of his time. Not that all women-folk were unsatisfactory in his eyes, and he was not as immune to their charms as he would have one believe. There some with - and this might be shocking for you to believe, so do take a seat - actual brains. Those he sometimes befriended, once or time going even further than that. But therein lies the problem, too complex for even his mind to solve: the ladies that cared only for stations or pollitical alliances were simply unbearable, while those who might actually care for him and he her - and one point, he was almost willing for someone who cared enough for Narnia to tolerate him, what with Narnia's troublesome lack of heirs - were too astute to accept the limitations. Being Queen, in Narnia, was not just looking pretty. One had to actually work, to actually have a purpose. And for a Queen Consort, it would mean having a husband who would never have her as his top priority - Aslan, his country, and his siblings would always come first. Always.

And what girl could tolerate that? What proper, tolerable girl would accept such a humiliating sham of a marriage, knowing their king had no great love for her person? He thanked Aslan that it had never come to marriage, when all it would have done was give heartbreak to them all. Out of all the Pevensies, it was Lucy who was the most likely to fall in love - she already gave out her love so freely and joyously as it was, and seemed to have an endless source of it - while Edmund, so critical and self-conscious, was probably the least. He doubted it, though, when he heard a voice he knew so well call his name so gently that he forgot his confusing anger and coldly satisfied smile that had served so well at hiding said confusing anger and immediately turned, eyebrows together and features more annoyed than concerned. Or relieved. Or happy. Because, in actuality, he was all of those things - and he didn't want either of them to know it. Because acknowledging he was concerned would mean acknowledging to himself that he knew her enough to know that not all was well with her. Acknowledging he was relieved that she was with him and not off cuddling with Novak and doing Aslan Knows What would mean acknowledging to himself that he cared she was being courted - or whatever they called it - by the smug-faced prankster-child of a knight Edmund called his best friend. And acknowledging that he was happyy just to see her face, so utterly devoid of pretensions and just shinining with innocence and worry - ach. Edmund had once thought he was through with lying to himself; more fool he.

"Les? You called me?" he asked, crisp and curt and sounding as though he had a million and one things to do when he'd actually been thinking of her all day. Not that Peter seemed stupidly-friendly with the Princess-captive from Archenland, or that his own sister was a captive herself; her. With her long, hay-colored - now he knew there was a better, prettier way to describe it but he was no poet, for Aslan's sakes - and constantly tousled hair and her bright, cheery face and witty quips and confident way of holding herself. It was a child's confidence, said by someone who'd technically already lived two lives; she felt as though nothing had ever gone wrong, because for her, nothing ever had. She was innocence and hope, no pretensions like a Court Lady who twisted words in such a way that would make him proud and men around her little finger. It was just her. And for some reason, though she'd been such a common presence in his life for two years, he couldn't think of a single thing to say to her. His cheeks were flushed from the exertion - oh sweet Aslan, he hoped it was from the exertion - and his just-a-little-too-long hair were in his eyes and he was sweaty and probably stank to high heaven. To top it all off, he was speechless.
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ALESIA BEAUFORT
Posted: Jan 31 2011, 06:38 AM


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lay down in the water,

we're all sons and daughters, rest your head on the altar, oh, come lay down in the water. pirouette, single step, won't you spin me around the room, like a marionette? and lonely maestro spin me real slow, I just need something to get me through

the thick of it, I have everything, from time to time, oh we had everything.

Her turned around moments after she had called his name, the look that had been on his face moments before, a look that had kind of scared her (not that she would admit out loud that it had scared her), disappeared and was replaced with furrowed brows and a look of annoyance. What in Aslan’s name was that look all about? He had never seemed annoyed by her presence before and he had never given that look to Aleks either. Why did her look annoyed with her? Was it because she had interrupted his practice, took him away from something that was giving him a bit of pleasure if that somewhat creepy smile had been anything to go by. His voice was crisp and curt when he acknowledged her and she had never heard the nickname that he used for her ever said in that tone of voice and Alesia found that she didn’t like that. Not at all.

“Um, yeah,” she answered after a moment, her tone making it obvious that she was now a bit unsure of the situation. Why was he acting like this towards her? He had never acted like this towards her. Though she had never seen the look that had been on his face a few moments prior when he had been hacking away at that dummy. The cold smile was just, well, cold, creepy, and just not the Edmund that she had come to know, not at all. And sure he hadn’t really been himself since he had come back after his year of being imprisoned, but she would rather have him not smile at all then to see that smile on his face again or have this tone, this tone that he was annoyed with her and had better things to do then spend time with her, directed at her. She would rather see him standing there, his cheeks flushed from the vigorous training her had been doing moments before, and his slightly too-long-hair hanging down into his eyes, smiling towards her. Not that smile that he had been wearing a few moments ago, but one of the smiles that he had given her in the past, the one that seemed to make her stomach tingle.

She shook her head, trying to clear her head and get her mind back on track and away from the creepiness of that cold smile that had been on his face. “Anyway,” she began, moving a few steps closer to him. Annoyed with her or not, she was still going to ask him if he wanted to spend the day with her, perhaps go riding or something after stealing a pie from the kitchen, just like old times. Well, minus Aleks of course but she currently wanted nothing to do with him after the whole kiss fiasco. She still couldn’t get over the fact that the dolt had thought that she had felt that way for him. She thought of him as a brother and him kissing her was like being kissed my Roran or Blain or Devon or Stephan. It was just really, really gross. And yet Aleks didn’t seem to get the hint that she didn’t feel that way about him, but about someone else. Not that she had told him that she felt something more than friendship for Edmund. Though Aleks hadn’t told her that he felt that way about her either and just went ahead and kissed her instead of just simply telling her that he felt more than friendship for her. Perhaps one day she would tell Edmund lest something similar happen between them. But that could wait until later. Right now she just wanted to spend some time with him, hopefully without him sounding like he was annoyed and without that cold smile that she found that she did not like at all. “I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to spend the day together. Perhaps go riding or something after stealing a pie from the kitchens,” she suggested as the breeze blew a piece of hair into the center of her face. She glared at it for a moment before pushing it back behind her ear and smiling towards Edmund.

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