and he really wishes he could give in to her warm mouth and soft hands and for a while, back in narnia, he does. but in england, when peter isn't just his brother any more, he is the oldest and when susan has her hair pulled back so tight she looks more like a school teacher than a queen, edmund finds himself snapping back at lucy just like the rest, like it is a reflex (but only because it sounds better than a mistake.)

(i've just realized i've never written anything about edmund that wasn't golden age. i don't want him to be sad and homesick!)