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Narnia: no matter of yours
no matter of yours
Golden Age. 114 words. PG.
"Oh sister, what cares have we about the games little boys play?" Lucy giggles, and Susan replies, "No care, none."
"Well," says Edmund. "Carry on, then." He steps aside and watches his sisters stumble arm in arm through the corridor and turn the corner, their breathless laughter fading. He shoots Tumnus a sidelong glance. "How much did they drink?"
"As much as I did, sire," Tumnus replies affably.
Edmund frowns. "What have...? Did they...?" He hesitates. "They haven't been...?"
"Nothing I wouldn't have done myself, sire."
Edmund leers at him, but the faun is scrutable.
"...I'm going to bed," Edmund finally says.
"A wise idea," Tumnus agrees. "Good night, your majesty."
"Shut up, Tumnus."
Golden Age. 114 words. PG.
"Oh sister, what cares have we about the games little boys play?" Lucy giggles, and Susan replies, "No care, none."
"Well," says Edmund. "Carry on, then." He steps aside and watches his sisters stumble arm in arm through the corridor and turn the corner, their breathless laughter fading. He shoots Tumnus a sidelong glance. "How much did they drink?"
"As much as I did, sire," Tumnus replies affably.
Edmund frowns. "What have...? Did they...?" He hesitates. "They haven't been...?"
"Nothing I wouldn't have done myself, sire."
Edmund leers at him, but the faun is scrutable.
"...I'm going to bed," Edmund finally says.
"A wise idea," Tumnus agrees. "Good night, your majesty."
"Shut up, Tumnus."