The moon was full tonight, so bright that the sea glimmered as brightly as if it were dusk with the sun just below the horizon. Edmund stared out at it, quiet, unmoving, hands clasped around his drawn-up knees, simply thinking. He would have transformed if he hadn't been hoping for Al to come. The steward didn't like transforming without pack permission. He apparently didn't like to do anything without pack permission.
That was so frustrating. Edmund's long breath out was swallowed by the crash of infant breakers on the shore. His brows were knitted in solemn contemplation. Why did it bother him so? Why would one traditional-minded Lion being stubborn and rejecting his advances get under his skin so badly, he was still thinking about it so much later? It didn't make sense. That wasn't anything like his usual type anyways. If all he wanted was a romp with a stodgy alpha...
But it wasn't the type. It was the man himself. That was the problem.
He liked Al. That much was obvious. More than that, he respected his honesty and his ethic. Duty and honour were clearly very important to him. The side of Edmund that observed and weighed character could easily see how well Al shown in those aspects. In nearly every aspect. And worst of all, he simply couldn't get the image of that laughing, golden-maned, beautiful man and the equally beautiful Lion out of his head.
Under his breath, Edmund gave a growl so low, the sound didn't even come out, it simply vibrated in his throat. He'd never had this problem since he was a teenager. He was too old to be having puppy love. And he couldn't have picked a more inconvenient target.
He wasn't going to come. He knew that. Maybe then he could let this go, once and for all.
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Date: 2016-06-04 08:52 pm (UTC)That was so frustrating. Edmund's long breath out was swallowed by the crash of infant breakers on the shore. His brows were knitted in solemn contemplation. Why did it bother him so? Why would one traditional-minded Lion being stubborn and rejecting his advances get under his skin so badly, he was still thinking about it so much later? It didn't make sense. That wasn't anything like his usual type anyways. If all he wanted was a romp with a stodgy alpha...
But it wasn't the type. It was the man himself. That was the problem.
He liked Al. That much was obvious. More than that, he respected his honesty and his ethic. Duty and honour were clearly very important to him. The side of Edmund that observed and weighed character could easily see how well Al shown in those aspects. In nearly every aspect. And worst of all, he simply couldn't get the image of that laughing, golden-maned, beautiful man and the equally beautiful Lion out of his head.
Under his breath, Edmund gave a growl so low, the sound didn't even come out, it simply vibrated in his throat. He'd never had this problem since he was a teenager. He was too old to be having puppy love. And he couldn't have picked a more inconvenient target.
He wasn't going to come. He knew that. Maybe then he could let this go, once and for all.