The thing was, the more time he spent with the young king of Narnia, the more Al found himself drawn to him. Edmund was warm, funny -- a good friend, above all, and those were characteristics that appealed to Al.
Appealed to him how, that was the question. He was still painfully aware of the differences between them. If Edmund were just a king, or just a beta, or even just a panther, maybe there would be some way. But Al had spent night after night dwelling on the issue, trying to square what he'd been taught with the man he saw before him. The pieces just... they didn't fit. There was a gap between them, too wide for Al to surmount. No matter what traitorous feelings swirled in his gut. And knowing, as he did, that Edmund didn't care about any of that... that he could probably have Edmund with a word...
So he tried the hardest he could to subdue his feelings, and focused on being an exceptional steward and valet to his friend (?). But it seemed the more time they spent together, the less Edmund saw of him, and the more he saw another ubiquitous steward. That connection, that spark of interest, from their first meeting, it was slowly melting away. And gone entirely now that this... this Terebinthian jerk had shown up.
If Al had a hair less emotional regulation, he'd be sullen. As it was, he was stewing, and fairly miserable. It was almost to the point where he was counting the days 'til Rythern's departure, when he could resume his normal duties. And hopefully never have to speak to Edmund again.
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Date: 2016-08-29 02:12 am (UTC)The thing was, the more time he spent with the young king of Narnia, the more Al found himself drawn to him. Edmund was warm, funny -- a good friend, above all, and those were characteristics that appealed to Al.
Appealed to him how, that was the question. He was still painfully aware of the differences between them. If Edmund were just a king, or just a beta, or even just a panther, maybe there would be some way. But Al had spent night after night dwelling on the issue, trying to square what he'd been taught with the man he saw before him. The pieces just... they didn't fit. There was a gap between them, too wide for Al to surmount. No matter what traitorous feelings swirled in his gut. And knowing, as he did, that Edmund didn't care about any of that... that he could probably have Edmund with a word...
So he tried the hardest he could to subdue his feelings, and focused on being an exceptional steward and valet to his friend (?). But it seemed the more time they spent together, the less Edmund saw of him, and the more he saw another ubiquitous steward. That connection, that spark of interest, from their first meeting, it was slowly melting away. And gone entirely now that this... this Terebinthian jerk had shown up.
If Al had a hair less emotional regulation, he'd be sullen. As it was, he was stewing, and fairly miserable. It was almost to the point where he was counting the days 'til Rythern's departure, when he could resume his normal duties. And hopefully never have to speak to Edmund again.
"Yes, highness."