Edmund was bent over the desk in the captain’s quarters, poring over the maps of the known seas. Caspian leaned in the door frame, shifting unconsciously with the ship under his feet. The room was only lit by a single candle, dancing and flickering on its wick, creating odd shadows across Edmund’s face, highlighting a cheek one moment and hiding it in shadows the next. Caspian found himself noticing details he had always missed, the curve of lips, the edge of his jaw. It made Edmund seem almost unreal, as if Caspian could turn his head just right and Edmund might disappear altogether.
He took the few steps in and caught Edmund’s arm, needing to feel something solid, drawing him away from the map. With his back to the candle, his whole face fell into shadow but he was surrounded by a faint glow.
Caspian cupped his face, feeling the features he couldn’t quite see, not sure if he was attempting to ground himself or Edmund. It wasn’t quite enough so he kissed him slowly, feeling the dry, salt-chapped lips, move against him, warming as Caspian deepened the kiss, melting into him.
They ended up on the hammock, Edmund hovering over him, saliva on his lips now catching the glint of the light. The swing of the hammock and sway of the ship, made it almost surreal. Edmund’s smirk twisted and curled with the movement and dance of light over his face. Fae and wild, something purely Narnian that Caspian with his Telmarine blood couldn’t quite touch. Then Edmund was leaning down, lips finding Caspian’s again and he was solid and real and the light was blocked out by Edmund himself.
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Date: 2011-12-21 12:26 pm (UTC)He took the few steps in and caught Edmund’s arm, needing to feel something solid, drawing him away from the map. With his back to the candle, his whole face fell into shadow but he was surrounded by a faint glow.
Caspian cupped his face, feeling the features he couldn’t quite see, not sure if he was attempting to ground himself or Edmund. It wasn’t quite enough so he kissed him slowly, feeling the dry, salt-chapped lips, move against him, warming as Caspian deepened the kiss, melting into him.
They ended up on the hammock, Edmund hovering over him, saliva on his lips now catching the glint of the light. The swing of the hammock and sway of the ship, made it almost surreal. Edmund’s smirk twisted and curled with the movement and dance of light over his face. Fae and wild, something purely Narnian that Caspian with his Telmarine blood couldn’t quite touch. Then Edmund was leaning down, lips finding Caspian’s again and he was solid and real and the light was blocked out by Edmund himself.