Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Fantastic Voyage

He offered an uncomfortable grin, which was well-masked.

Edmund stepped forwards, and searched through the tunics, trousers, and waistcoats as if his life depended on it. Whilst trying not to pry, Aramis admired how his attention was so focused. He envied the ease. Nothing came to him that quickly- it was almost like breathing.

"Is there any sort of dress code?" Edmund peered over his shoulder, revealing one of his choices to be a lilac tainted tunic. It was supposed to be cream, but part of the fabric had stained. "Because I cannot cope with another pair of shorts."

"There is no code, my King." Aramis nodded, outstretching his arm, offering to take ahold of the clothes. They were passed over quickly. "And if there were, it would not apply to you."

"It's unfair."

"It would be your choice, to comply or not." He had already embarrassed himself, and now he was sure that he was making it worse. "Forgive me, my King."

"There's nothing to forgive." Edmund shook his head, chuckling lightly.

The spirit felt his heart drop into the very pits of his stomach. "Excuse me, my King?"

"You of all people should know that by now, Aramis, you never need apologise to me." The small smile which spread across his face was a work of art. Edmund was the prettiest of all the people. "Now, what do you think about this one?"

     He held up a black waistcoat, and pressed it against his body. The spirit was trying his best to keep to his duty, but it had been so long since he had really seen Edmund. It wasn't fair. All he wanted was to take in the moment, and relish the fact that they were able to breathe the same air once again.

     "It looks very good, my King." He smiled. "Very becoming."

  "What about like this?"

     Aramis watched as Edmund removed his shirt, and left the waistcoat to the side. Of course, he had seen the King without clothes before, but only in a professional capacity. Only when they had to clean the wounds battles caused him. This was a willing movement, and his opinion was being asked. This sort of thing didn't happen every day.

In fact, the human figure was not something that Aramis was an expert on. However, he did see the beauty in it, more than any other being could.

His eyes roamed across the pale and freckled skin before him. Edmund was so beautiful, and so soft, that Aramis couldn't believe that he was real. He didn't believe that there was a person so perfect who was willing to be so close to him.

"Aramis?"

"I do not know what you want me to comment upon, my King." He could not bare to look Edmund in the eyes, for fear of... well, for fear of everything. "Because I think the lilac shirt looks good for you, but if you want my honest thoughts, I think anything would compliment you."

  "You're a romantic." Edmund said, taking one step closer to Aramis.

  His breath halted. "I have no other intent of romance with anyone other than you."

  "How can I refuse an offer like that?"

     There was no warning, and it worried Aramis for a moment, but soon it all dissipated from his mind. It was as if something had been unlocked, and feeling Edmund's hands upon the clothes he wore was enough for him to melt. It was only a small amount of pressure, but it induced a heavenly state upon his mind.