The High King is laughing, rainwater running down his face and off the tip of his nose. Osumare pulls him close and kisses him despite the downpour, tangling his fingers in His Majesty's hair. A gust of warm wind wraps the sodden scarlet of the Narnian flag around a flagpole above them.
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Date: 2011-12-17 12:50 am (UTC)