drive-by narnia fic, votdt, warsverse
Nov. 6th, 2008 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardLine that didn't make it into this, but which I'll try and use in Dust somewhere.
Caspian/Tirian: "But you call him 'king'!"
Edmund: "I also call him 'idiot'. Actually, on second thought, I use the two pretty much interchangeably."
"Just out of curiosity," Edmund says after Caspian's taken a mouthful of wine, "did you sleep with my brother before or after you tried to kill him?"
Caspian spits out his wine all over Edmund and himself. "I didn't -- I mean -- I --" he protests as Edmund pounds him helpfully on the back. He's torn between protesting one or the other. "I didn't try to kill him," he says at last, coughing.
"Right," Edmund says, sitting back and watching him through narrowed eyes. "You just tried to have him killed. Sorry; it's been a while and I've forgotten the little distinctions. So afterwards, then."
"I didn't --" Caspian protests again, but Edmund's gaze is knowing. "How did you know?"
Edmund snorts. "I've known my brother for a very long time. You, not as long, but Peter -- Peter I know. It's unmistakable. If you want to figure out who wants to kill him, look to see who he wants to get in bed. It's not fail-proof, but it's generally a pretty good indicator."
Caspian swallows down his vague panic -- Peter is gone, and by Aslan's own word he's not coming back -- and says quietly, "How long have you known?"
"Since before the duel," Edmund says. "You're damned lucky Peter's as good as he is, because if he hadn't been, you wouldn't have lived to see the battle start. And if he'd guessed, you'd be dead and rotting and Narnia would be his again, Aslan or no Aslan."
"Why didn't you --"
"Because I know which battles my brother can win," Edmund says. "And I trust him to know too."
Caspian/Tirian: "But you call him 'king'!"
Edmund: "I also call him 'idiot'. Actually, on second thought, I use the two pretty much interchangeably."
"Just out of curiosity," Edmund says after Caspian's taken a mouthful of wine, "did you sleep with my brother before or after you tried to kill him?"
Caspian spits out his wine all over Edmund and himself. "I didn't -- I mean -- I --" he protests as Edmund pounds him helpfully on the back. He's torn between protesting one or the other. "I didn't try to kill him," he says at last, coughing.
"Right," Edmund says, sitting back and watching him through narrowed eyes. "You just tried to have him killed. Sorry; it's been a while and I've forgotten the little distinctions. So afterwards, then."
"I didn't --" Caspian protests again, but Edmund's gaze is knowing. "How did you know?"
Edmund snorts. "I've known my brother for a very long time. You, not as long, but Peter -- Peter I know. It's unmistakable. If you want to figure out who wants to kill him, look to see who he wants to get in bed. It's not fail-proof, but it's generally a pretty good indicator."
Caspian swallows down his vague panic -- Peter is gone, and by Aslan's own word he's not coming back -- and says quietly, "How long have you known?"
"Since before the duel," Edmund says. "You're damned lucky Peter's as good as he is, because if he hadn't been, you wouldn't have lived to see the battle start. And if he'd guessed, you'd be dead and rotting and Narnia would be his again, Aslan or no Aslan."
"Why didn't you --"
"Because I know which battles my brother can win," Edmund says. "And I trust him to know too."