safety pin • Edmund Pevensie #Wattys2019 [✔️]

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[fifteen: I like to think there's something there that wasn't there before]

"I can't believe he thinks that's acceptable." Genevieve rioted as she roughly kicked a few stones from the path they walked on, a sharp tone in her voice as she thought of what her husband had done not too long ago.

"It's an honest mistake Genevieve." Ron stated and Genevieve only sighed at his choice of words, it seemed Edmund had made many honest mistakes recently.

"An honest mistake? I can understand an honest mistake Ron but he's made so many in the last two days alone. After last night I thought..." Genevieve's voice trailed off as she stifled a sob against her lip, trying to stop the inevitable tears from falling.

"Thought what?" Ron urged her to continue as he stopped her, making her stop in the middle of the path as he placed a hand on her shoulder - Genevieve meeting his eye.

"I thought he would understand how short of time we have left." She whispered as a solitary tear fell from her cheek. "Once the seventh sword is on that table our time in Narnia will be up - I'll never see him again."

"Ahh," Ron said with a smirk as he looked at her. "but you will."

"No I won't Ron," Genevieve whispered as she slumped onto the ground looking over to the dark island. "everything has its time."

"Maybe in this world, but you have all the time in ours." Ron countered as he sat down next to her, Genevieve giving him a strange look.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see," Ron said with a smirk as he stood up and held his hand out to Genevieve. "I need to find Eustace."

"Is there something there?" Genevieve asked happily, watching as a small blush settled onto the boy's face as he thought of the Scrubb boy.

"I like to think there's something there that wasn't there before," Ron whispered with a wistful smile on his face before he chuckled. "obviously when he isn't a dragon of course." 

The giggle that came next was an auditory hug. It wended its way through the  air enveloping even Ron in its tickling embrace. Beneath a sky that only promised icy rain and with a stressful day ahead that threatened to stretched into infinity before nightfall, that childish eruption of pure glee was the gift they didn't know they needed. Ron then joined in with the giggle, thinking of the dragon who he had grown closer too over the last few months - though Ron wasn't sure the feeling he felt was strong enough to be called love.

He wouldn't know so until their plan took place the day they returned from Narnia.

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Edmund was conflicted.

It seemed unfair that no matter how much he strived to be the man his conscience wanted him to be and Genevieve deserved, it would keep taunting him with his failures. Each time the regrets reemerged he would diligently analyze them again, hoping that this time his mind would be satisfied with his self professed remorse, but it never was and he hated it. Like an unforgiving spectre it would be back tomorrow to haunt him all over again.