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Temetum, Cultus, et Sectreta	By : Crazi Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 3424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Temetum, Cultus, et Sectreta
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Edmund threw the bottle and it smashed pleasantly against the wall, the bit of wine still in it trying to stain the rock wall it was attached to. He turned and stumbled to the table in his room and stared blearily at the bottles there. He found one and took off the cap and sniffed. He made a face and then poured himself a glass and tossed it back in one go.
It burned its way down his throat, scorching and causing pain while erasing another deeper pain. Edmund relished in its fire and the sweet escape. He poured himself more and shivered as he took another drink, starting to giggle to himself.
Three bottles of unknown liquor, two bottles of wine, and some strange mix of rum and bourbon balls later found Edmund the Just in just his breeches dancing with himself, a bottle in one hand as he moved, humming his own music.
When Peter the Magnificent came in to check on his brother, he was met with a dancing and giggling young man with blood shot eyes, flushed cheeks and wet lips. The elder took a deep breath and walked into the booze scented room.
“Edmund,” he said sternly with his arms folded over his chest while watching the dark haired boy.
“Oh! Peter!” Edmund giggled out, spinning face to face sliding slightly on the polished floor as his feet were clad in socks. “Did you come to dance with me?” he asked with bright and slightly glassy eyes.
“Ed you’re going to be so sick in the morning…” Peter said shaking his head sadly.
Edmund glared at his older brother, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You were dancing with that… that… that whore!” he said loudly, before taking another drink.
“What?”
“She was looking at you… Like, like she was goin’ to, goin’ to eat you! Like you were meat… or a conquest or something! She’s not right for you!” Edmund raved on as Peter looked confused.
“You mean, Ailith? She wasn’t, I mean that.” Peter paused and then glared at Edmund. “What does it matter to you who I dance with? You left the party after one dance, and that was the dance you had with Lucy!”
“I don’t want to dance with Lucy!”
“There were many other young-“
“I don’t want to dance with them either!” Edmund said, throwing the near empty bottle at his brother, who ducked and it shattered against the door. “Why do you want me to dance with some stupid little girl who doesn’t really like me?! They like that we’re kings! They don’t care about P-p-peter P-pe-eeev’nsieeee! Or little Edmund!” he slurred out loudly as he spun to go and stumble towards his table of booze.
Peter growl and walked over and grabbed Edmund’s arm, spinning him to face him. “What are you going on about Edmund?! You’re acting like a child! You’re not making sense!”
“I don’t want to be with those girls!”
“Then you don’t have to but-“
“You shouldn’t be with them! They’re only going to hurt you Peter!” Edmund said tears in his eyes. “And you’ll be upset and you’ll be angry and I’ll have to hurt them!”
“You won’t hurt anyone!”
“I wanted to tear their eyes out for looking at you!”
“You’re DRUNK Ed!”
Edmund slapped Peter on the cheek, tears streaming down his face. “Why don’t you see?! Lucy figured it out! Susan! Tumnus! Even Oreius knows but you’re oblivious! Just get out of my room, Peter! Get out!” Ed screamed at him, glaring and sobbing at the same time.
Peter winced and worked his jaw, rubbing the sore cheek as he glared at his brother in return. “Fine! I’ll leave then. I hope your hangover is a pleasant one,” he said heading for the door.
“You’re blind!” Edmund yelled after him, voice becoming hoarse. Peter turned to him and threw his hands up.
“Then tell me Edmund! What is it I don’t see? That the girls are all going to eat me?”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? A skirt to chase after and when you catch them they’ll eat your soul, pull you away! Catch you in a web of lies and you’ll be so upset but you want that don’t you!”
“Edmund!” Peter yelled at him again, becoming tired of this.
“Get out!” Edmund yelled throwing a glass at Peter, it shattering on the floor when he doesn’t quite make it to the other man. Peter stared in disbelief as Edmund did this to himself. He couldn’t figure out what was going on.
“I’m going now…” Peter told him, walking out and sending someone in to clean up the glass in Edmund’s room before he hurt himself.
That night when Peter fell into bed, he dreamt of dark, hazy eyes and pretty brown hair. He saw red lips and an elegant neck.
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Later in the week, Edmund had left the castle on ‘business’ as Lucy had said, Susan supporting her sister in the sudden news. Peter was worried because nothing had been said to him. Edmund was just missing that morning at breakfast and the answer to his whereabouts were ‘Away on business, Peter you know Ed’ from Lucy as she ate.
He walked towards the ballroom. Another ball had been arranged for their guests to enjoy. Peter was making an obligatory appearance, especially since Edmund wasn’t there. Ailith, the girl who he’d been dancing with the other night tried to attach to his arm but after his talk with Ed he saw how often she batted her eyes and he saw the look of hunger in her eyes. Peter, politely as he could, declined her company for the evening which made her upset but she decided he was just being shy.
He looked up as doors opened and Lucy came in leading a dark haired young woman who was just taller than Lu was and lithe, not quite as curvy as all the other girls. Hers were subtle and she walked slowly, almost shyly beside Lucy who was nattering away into her ear. Peter watched with interest. Her light blue dress was cut in the latest fashion but a bit more reserved than some of Susan’s and Lucy’s, her hair was short and pulled away from her face with flowers woven in, her lips were painted with a light color of pink and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Her skin looked like that of a porcelain doll, just a few light freckles dotting by her nose.
Everyone seemed to be staring, Susan was suddenly standing beside him. “I see you’ve noticed our late guest,” she said with a smile.
“Lucy didn’t mention a friend.”
“You’ve not been listening recently,” Susan lied, and she could have very well been right about that because Peter hadn’t been paying much attention to small talk recently unless it concerned Edmund.
Lucy led the girl over to Peter and Susan beaming and winking at Susan when Peter couldn’t see. “Susan, Peter, this is my friend Welsa. Welsa, these are my siblings. Minus Edmund!” she added hastily on the end.
Welsa dipped a curtsey and Susan was beaming. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesties,” she murmured. When she stood she held head up to show off an elegant neck that had a small sea green crystal hanging on a silver chain carefully laid to rest at the dip in the hollow of her throat. Her bright brown eyes were shinning in the evening light.
Susan took one of Welsa’s hands in her own. “Oh Welsa it’s a pleasure to finally meet you! Lucy has spoken so fondly of you! Perhaps we should find you a young man to dance with, hmm?” Susan asked winking at Welsa and leading her away as Lucy grinned up at Peter who watched them go.
“Isn’t she nice?”
“Very.”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
“Beautiful.”
“She’s single.”
“Lucy!” Peter turned to look at her as she shrugged and left to join the other girls.
Peter stayed longer than he wanted to, subjecting himself to drinking a bit more than normal because he was too intent on watching Welsa dance with the other young men, all of them were trying to press too close to her, trying to kiss at her when they thought no one was looking but she was able to avoid their advances much. Peter soon lost sight of her in the crowd and he headed out for a breather on one of the terraces. He found Welsa leaning against the railing looking out at the waves.
“Welsa?” he said, staying near the door so as not to startle her too much.
Welsa spun carefully, her skirt swishing. “Y-your majesty!” she said moving to bow.
“Please, don’t. You’re a friend of Lucy’s, there’s no reason to bow all the time,” he said warmly, walking over to join her. “You appeared to be having a wonderful time inside...”
“The majesties idea,” Welsa whispered with a shy smile, moving to look back at the waves. “Personally, I don’t find the idea of dancing with complete strangers fun…”
“Especially when they’re not behaving,” Peter supplied. “Are you from across the-“
“Ocean, no. I’m, from the West. I’ve not seen the ocean before coming here,” she said softly as she turned to him. “It’s very lovely. You’re lucky to live with a view,” she said conversationally.
“My brother likes the view too…” Peter said with a grin.
“Edmund. I, haven’t seen him. Is he well?” she asked, blinking her doe eyes at him. He forced himself to look away.
“I’m sure he’s fine. He had to leave on business,” Peter told her. “Such is a life of king I suppose… I need to talk to him when he gets back though… We had a fight a couple of days ago…”
“I’m sure that your brother will be willing to listen…”
“I hope so…” Another song was starting up. “Would you like to dance?”
“I don’t really want to go back in there just yet,” Welsa said softly with a blush.
Peter held out his hand with a grin. “Who said anything about dancing inside?” Welsa tried to suppress a laugh and failed. It was light, like tinkling glass as she took his hand and he pulled her to a respectable distance, being a gentleman about their distance and not trying to get too close. Welsa blushed and moved with the young king in dance.
Lucy and Susan were watching from inside. “I don’t think he knows…”
“I know… What’s Ed going to do?” Lucy asked worriedly while biting her lip.
“Keep at it. This is a start you know. There’s this wall that keeps them from being honest about certain things because they’ve had that brotherly gap between them… Welsa just might be the answer they’re both looking for!” she told her younger sibling as Peter and Welsa danced happily on the veranda. A dark head resting on the blonde king’s shoulder as the ball started drawing to a close.
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