Once Upon a Dream

“Here let me help.” Rowan laughed “my mom used to cook with me all the time.”

“Oh, thank you.  I appreciate it.”  Edmund smiled.

“Do you need some help?” Tobias wrote offering a smile.“I just learned myself recently.”

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“Uh, yes.  That would be lovely.”

“my guess…is not like that,” she giggled.

“...I think it’s safe to say that I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing.”

“i want to go home.”

“I think we all do...”

“Why have you been ignoring me.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you, Peter, I just...  I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“I thought it would be nice.”

“Sorry, I’m just...  I don’t really feel up for it.  Maybe some other time.”

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demi stood in front of edmund, a picnic basket full of wine, chocolate, and sandwiches. she knocked at his door. demi had finally gained enough confidence to be the strong girl she was raised to be. her head was high as the door opened, “edmund, i think i’m in love with you. and i know you’re angry with me. but, jesus, things need to go back to a somewhat normal thing. i miss not being around you. i miss your hand in my hand and your laugh and your smile,” she rambled. demi set the basket down at her feet. “i know i’m a risk. i know that, but i don’t want to kiss anyone else but you,” losing her confidence for a second her cheeks turned bright red. “i know, i cannot guarantee you anything…even if i could it wouldn’t be truly a guarantee. but, i would rather spend this time with you i have heartbreak than not know you.” demi’s chin tilted up, her eyes widening as she realized what she did, “say something.”

The moment Edmund opened the door and saw Demi standing there, he was flooded with a wave of several emotions that hit him all at once.  He knew that what she was saying was true, and frankly, he hated the situation they were in as well.  He missed the comfort he got from her and the joy he felt just by looking at her.  Perhaps it was because of this that he was at a loss for words.  “I...  I have nothing to say.”  He said quietly, hesitating for a brief moment before adding, “I think this should do the trick.”  He leaned down, placing a hand on the side of her face and pressing his lips softly to hers.

“You do know it’s not that far away, right? Though, if you leave it to last minute and decide you wanna go somewhere, then I will laugh at whatever is left, and you’re stuck wearing.” she chuckled, wrinkling her nose playfully. “What if you have to be a fairy?” 

“I know, but...  Perhaps I should skip the celebration this year.  I’m really not feeling up to it at this point and I wouldn’t want to ruin anyone’s fun.”

“Nothing.” He wrote shaking his head. “I’m sorry for the noise. Dropped my book.” He wrote quickly.

“Oh, no...  It’s quite alright.”  Edmund nodded once before taking another sip of his drink.

“So, Eddie.. Any costume ideas?” 

“Not particularly...  I haven’t been putting much thought into it.”

“Edmund, I trust you to follow your heart and your head. You’re smart of them to know what is best for both,” she muttered rubbing his back.

Edmund smiled softly, though his eyes were still sad.  “Thank you, Mother.”