A tentative friendship after that fateful night on the beach between the ruler and steward had sprouted and blossomed, if not precisely flourished, but Edmund found himself no closer to actually breaking through Al's shell than he had been before that night. It seemed a truly impossible mission. He was just so...so impenetrable.
Not like the Terebinthian prince. Rythern had been pleasingly receptive to his attentions tonight, diplomatic in theory but highly negotiation-based in practice. If the exchange of heated glances and linked arms and brushing shoulders and hips could be called negotiation. It was nice to be desired, to not have to chase for naught.
The contrast was palpable as they strolled the deck of the Narnian ship on its slow course up the northern shore, arm in arm, the sun setting a riot of fiery colours behind them. Rythern's dark eyes kept straying to him. And ah, here was his sideways-glancing valet, assigned to him by Peter (the blighter!) who thought it quite fitting that Edmund be attended in proper form by one of his personal pride of stewards. It was the cruelest of jokes, really.
"Is all well, Al? Is my cabin set to rights?" He might be needing it soon...
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PB Jelly time?
Date: 2016-08-28 03:45 am (UTC)Not like the Terebinthian prince. Rythern had been pleasingly receptive to his attentions tonight, diplomatic in theory but highly negotiation-based in practice. If the exchange of heated glances and linked arms and brushing shoulders and hips could be called negotiation. It was nice to be desired, to not have to chase for naught.
The contrast was palpable as they strolled the deck of the Narnian ship on its slow course up the northern shore, arm in arm, the sun setting a riot of fiery colours behind them. Rythern's dark eyes kept straying to him. And ah, here was his sideways-glancing valet, assigned to him by Peter (the blighter!) who thought it quite fitting that Edmund be attended in proper form by one of his personal pride of stewards. It was the cruelest of jokes, really.
"Is all well, Al? Is my cabin set to rights?" He might be needing it soon...