Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Fantastic Voyage

There were very few times that Aramis and Edmund had truly been intimate with one another physically. They shared an emotional connect far behind anything mortal, and the depth they had managed to reach was incredible. However, when it came to the somatic aspect of their relationship, it severely lacked in quantity. The time where they understood their emotions fully were far between, and the distance between their homes made it difficult to truly communicate.

Aramis could not pretend that he did not have a deep and expansive knowledge of fondness, and all it might entail. Although, practicing it like a religion in itself was a task. This knowledge of affection should have made it easier. But when Edmund was around him, he seemed to forget it all.

     Admittedly, he was weak, both physically and emotionally. He could not see the appeal to himself, but when Edmund showed interest it was hard to ignore. Even now that he was not the same being as he was when they first met, there was an interest.

     His scarring was permanent. At first, it was almost impossible to know if it would stick or not: it seemed that Aslan's intention was to fade his beauty. The entire left side of his face was rigid and unappealing, and it was a gift that Edmund was not around for so long that he might come to detest the very sight of him. Though, he had returned now, and the King was sure to reject his affection.

     Love had already been declared between the two boys, but there was always that sense of unknowing. When they were pushed together, without their own autonomy in the process, things always felt a little sticky. It was like they weren't ready yet, only partially baked.

Under Caspian's instructions, having spoken no more than fifty words between them, Aramis guided the freckled King below deck to where he had stayed during the voyage. He considered himself lucky, considering he did not sleep in the brig with the rest of the crew. They had decided that it would be unsafe, should something go amiss, and he became a target because of his being. Caspian was the only other with a room for himself, which then in turn, made the spirit feel wrongful and selfish.

     Of course, at the first opportunity he would offer it up to Lucy. She of all people deserved the space to herself. It was more unsafe for her in the brig than for Aramis; he was certain of that.

     The room was a beautiful one, though more understated than the others. It had less of the gold and rich finishings, otherwise the guilt inside of the spirit would be far too much for him to overcome on his own. Instead, it was panelled with a light wood, and painted white, to match his wardrobe. Even on a boat, he did not dress accordingly, and kept his robes under a strict observation.

     Without the cascading fabric that disguised his figure so that he could have been a ghost in a tall tale, he did not feel like himself. He could barely imagine himself wearing anything else. The fear of rejection from his race was far beyond any other emotion he had ever experienced. To shun their tradition would be to force this rejection upon himself.

Despite his own clothing choices being fairly limited, he also housed many of the spare items. He had suspected that their might have been an ulterior motive to the fitting, but Aramis dared not question it at the time. And whilst it was a happy coincidence that the Pevensie's showed, even if it was only the half of them, it left the spirit with more thinking than he was willing to commit to.

"I am afraid the options are limited, my King." He said, quietly, opening the cabinet door to reveal the clothing. "Though, I am sure that I can tailor some of the remaining things to match your figure if they are ill-fitting."