Al's murmur was more effective than if he'd shouted. Edmund stared at him, instantly feeling the weight of those words. Al had never spoken like this of his youthful indiscretions, the betrayal of a hurt and lonely boy. It was true...and he would never deny it...but for Al to confirm it...
He breathed in and out, stopping before the door to the kitchen. The hall was quiet and dark save for dim torchlight flickering overhead. Edmund turned and looked Al directly in the eyes, but he didn't yell. His voice, too, was quiet, almost intimate. "What do you mean?"
Was that why Al wouldn't have anything to do with him? Because he had once been a traitor? The Lions were a righteous set, but Al had seemed...different, somehow. The hurt of it shone in his dark gaze, naked.
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Date: 2018-07-20 03:19 am (UTC)He breathed in and out, stopping before the door to the kitchen. The hall was quiet and dark save for dim torchlight flickering overhead. Edmund turned and looked Al directly in the eyes, but he didn't yell. His voice, too, was quiet, almost intimate. "What do you mean?"
Was that why Al wouldn't have anything to do with him? Because he had once been a traitor? The Lions were a righteous set, but Al had seemed...different, somehow. The hurt of it shone in his dark gaze, naked.