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         ⸺ 𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐄. as a bookworm, she had OF COURSE read most of his novels and as a person with eyes, she noticed just how handsome he was. especially for a writer. it was a stupid stereotype, but it existed for a reason. she didn’t expect to run into him in a book store, though. she couldn’t find any of the books she hadn’t read yet so she just grabbed one of his best sellers from the shelf and walked up to him.  ❝ mr. pevensie? hi, i’m rosalie and i’m a big big fan of your work. would you mind giving me an autograph? ❞

“Good morning.” Her voice was hesitant and small, as if she were afraid of being turned away. She found it INCREASINGLY DIFFICULT to predict his reactions these days, especially considering it had been almost an entire moon since the last time they SPOKE to one another besides a few customary greetings. Any normal person would get the hint and keep her DISTANCE at this point, but Alys... didn’t want to. “You are up early. Again.” She snuck a quick look at his face, finding it so still that it may have been carved from marble. “Is there something on your mind?”

"Would you do anything for me? Because I would... I'd do absolutely anything for you, and that terrifies me. Up until now survival was the only thing that mattered, and now... Now all that matters is you."

   She was a creature of CENTURIES old habits — namely, self-preservation. You didn’t live from a time before time until today without knowing how to put yourself first. There have been many things Lucifer had regret, but not this. You could never rely on anyone but yourself, that was her PHILOSOPHY. As kind and well-meaning as anyone could seem, at the end of the day, they would put themselves first too.

   Anne Boleyn had been A FRIEND, which were relationships she’d had time and time again with mortals and immortals alike. Lucifer wasn’t a stranger to getting intimate with friends — after all, it was fun. But she was emotionally distant; preferring to not get too attached to anyone. But it appeared she’d been the only one in that mindset.

   Mismatched eyes were fixated on Anne for a moment, as arms crossed in front of her chest.

The battle was finished, The White Witch were beaten and Aslan with his people was on his way to Cair Paravel where the prophecy was to be fulfilled: the coronation ceremony. Although his power hasn’t returned to him completely yet after the resurrection, the lion felt calm inside as he knew Narnia would be in good hands during the Pevensie’s reign. After those long years of winter, finally, it was time for the Golden Age. His family was safe.

The lion took a look at the migrating crowd, checking them carefully; he could see the joy on their face, he heard the different voices: the minotaurs’ and centaurs’ deep tone mingled with the fauns’ laughter and nymphs’ beautiful twittering. It put a soft smile onto his muzzle and his heart was full of happiness. All seemed to be happy and excited, except for one young boy, Edmund.

Aslan stepped next to the young Pevensie, contiuning his walk by Edmund’s side. “Is everything alright, Son?” The lion asked, almost whispering. “Something seems to be troubling you. 

Maybe you think you don’t deserve to be King of Narnia?”

              SHE WANTED TO DO WHAT? Not only had it not been the response that the Queen Regent had been anticipating, but it was also one that caught her by complete surprise for the simple fact that seemed to be no thought behind it --- no wit was used to found it. Stupid little fool, who was still ignorant of her father’s wrongdoing. The disappointment on Cersei’s face had been so plain to see, that she need not words. However, even still, she found herself voicing her disappointment after only a few moments in silence.

               She didn’t want him to move; it didn’t matter that there were droplets of rain landing on her shoulders or the top of her head, she simply wanted to stay there, holding him, kissing him, touching him in ways she had been entirely too cautious of before to even allow herself to imagine.  & yet he was moving, he was talking,  & what little amount of recklessness she had been feeling suddenly EVAPORATED with the heat around her just like the water of the lake onto the sky.  But no, oh, no, even his proximity allowed her to continue dreaming,  & though she had to force herself to move her head in a nod  ( lest the sound of her own voice truly made  s e n s e return into her brain ) she did not even dare to let go of him.

               When she had thought about her outing with Peridan days before, many a time she had imagined getting a glimpse into the way he was without having to worry to much about taking care of her; how was he outside the palace, how was he with his friends, with his family, when he wore something other than a suit  & all those cables that kept him in contact with the police,  & all other sorts of necessary connections for the sake of her safety.  But apparently, that had not been the ONLY one of her dreams; as she pulled him by the hand out of the lake she realised  & accepted it: she had dreamed of kissing his lips, of touching him,  & every single claim that she had wished to experience life as a   ‘ c o m m o n   w o m a n ’   had been nothing more than her own denial that she had wished for so much more than the very friendship barely allowed to her with her guard.

               She wanted to know what it would be like to fall asleep by his side, to wake  & know he was somewhere near, to have breakfast with him as if the two lived together  & she were no one more than maybe a teacher, or a journalist, or… something that did not immediately made of her heart the country’s business; she had wanted to have a moment in which she truly could imagine everything that could have been.   & yet, now… she had acted upon it.      “ Race you? ”       She asked before she could stop herself;  & though her voice didn’t exactly return reason into her like she had feared, it did made her heart jump a beat for the danger of what she was allowing.  Because she wanted MORE, she wanted to kiss him again, she wanted everything she could have  & more… it was no simple fancy, she knew that now.

               “ Come on, before we end up more  s o a k e d  than we already are. ”

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          𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌.   though, of course, one might suggest that he had already been tempted beyond repair to follow her into a race.   beneath the greying sky, perhaps the light of her eyes merely beckoned him forward in an inescapable allure   —   something dangerously charming glossing the eloquent words which graced her lips.   a kiss   &   he is ensnared.   a man of most gracious decorum   &   self-control has fallen into her grasps.   peridan has always been  h e r s,  but the title has shifted almost entirely to a fresh meaning.   he is no longer her guard...   now a blissful secret hung between eager lips;   a man who will follow this moment to the ends of the earth WITHOUT A SECOND GLANCE.   for now, the future does not matter.   for now, it is her   &   her alone which occupies his thoughts.

          in a movement swift   &   ready, arms remove himself from the lake   &   feet take him to stand, a clutch of shoes and clothing damp at his side.   the sense to take her hand, however, is OVERRULED...   for a whirl of laughter   &   speed takes over   &   races ahead, the carpet of grass   &   flowers soothing under bare feet, the whispers of laughter muffling between the rumble of clouds overhead.   it is not far to the cottage   —   their temporary home during misadventures and adventures all the like   —   &   it is not far to shelter.   hurried feet   &   teasing competitions make the journey shorter than it actually is.   for after a while of chasing, forgetting that he is a trained military man   &   she but a queen,   &   aimlessly declaring     ‘  catch up!  ’     from the depth of his lungs, he cannot take a moment from his whirring mind to care that his breath is near exhausted;   his lips swollen from biting in excitement.

               ETHAN WALKED INTO the tattoo shop, looking for Arya. There had been a few messages back and forth as they had set up the tattoo he wanted, but until now, he hadn’t actually seen her. Stopping at the front desk, he was pointed toward her station, and approached, brows disappearing into his hairline when he saw her.