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[wandbreaker]

I want it, and I don't know why I can't-

Just because you're older doesn't mean that-

I want to talk to you, Peter.

We need to talk about who your crown should belong to. I want both that, and Rhindon. And I think that just because you're the oldest, it doesn't make you the logical choice.

Don't bring the girls or Caspian, into this. This is between you and me.

I already have my sword. But I want another.

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[wandbreaker]

Edmund is waiting, and he has no reason to hide. He knew that no matter what, Peter would show up to either defend himself or his belongings. Edmund would have done the same.

Granted, he doesn't realize he's cursed, either.

"Of course I'm sure," Edmund replies breezily, his own sword ready for a fight. He'll keep his, naturally. He won't give up either his own sword or his own crown. This isn't a tradeoff. Edmund wants everything, he has never wanted everything quite so badly before.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

It is nowhere in Peter's intentions to make the first strike, but he feels rather certain that Edmund will based on his disposition thus far. Rhindon is an old friend, his oldest remaining one in fact apart from his siblings and the great lion himself. The loyalty of a hilt that seems to complement the natural curl of calloused fingers is not lost on him for a second; the advantage it gives him is invaluable.

"You said you would take what you want."

So go ahead.

Despite his instructions to Rosella to the tune of not provoking his brother, Peter veils nothing about his tone. The point of his suggestion to Rosella was largely preventative.

[wandbreaker]

And he does take the first strike. The advantages of fighting with Peter are the same as the problems - they know each other so well, they recognize each other, they've sparred so often, that there isn't often movements that they cannot predict.

But today Peter has the advantage because Edmund is cursed, so deeply cursed that his eyes stay focused on Rhindon, and not on his brother's chest, his brother's arms, to see where the next blow is coming from.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

The cliche of being able to fight a person blindfolded or with one arm behind his back may in fact actually apply in this instance, though it's not something Peter is eager to test against an Edmund with no evident code of honor in employment. As it is, watching the initial advance he gets the feeling that curse itself has muddled the other king of old so thoroughly that the aforementioned cliche wouldn't do here after all. His focus is all wrong, and that's a red flag if ever there was one with the Just.

He crosses the blades only to slide Rhindon down with angled force, locking against the other sword in an effort to draw them closer together, bringing his foot behind Edmund in the same breath. It's a basic matter of making him lose his footing and then keeping him down...and then getting him up to the house.

Very nearly Peter utters a sound of exasperation right then and there but refrains. One thing at a time.

[wandbreaker]

Edmund is a better fighter than this. It's not easy to get him to do something so basic as pushing against Peter, because Peter is bigger than he is and weighs more, and so in close combat he's a much tougher opponent than if Edmund had kept his distance.

But it's Rhindon.

It's not only that Edmund wants Peter's sword - he wants to be close to it, he wants to be as close as possible. He doesn't fight the lock, then, only pushes closer and closer, his eyes drawn irresistibly to the lion's head on Rhindon's hilt. Edmund can see taking Lucy's dagger, too, and making the two weapons a matched set. They ought to be, anyway.

He doesn't even notice Peter's foot. He doesn't even notice Peter's gaze.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

When someone deserves something, they don't need to demand or ask for it. It is given of free will. My bow, my horn, Rhindon and Peter's title were not obtained because we demanded them.

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[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Though he might not know it this time around, Ginny was once very close to the younger Pevensie brother. So there's an almost unusual amount of familiarity in the surprise of her voice.]

Edmund.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[A pause, then, lightly,]

What could one person possibly do with two swords?

voice;

[wandbreaker]

It doesn't matter. I want them both.

[construire.livejournal.com]

Rhindon?

[wandbreaker]

The sword.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

And I'd like another broom, but why bother if it does the same job as the first? Think for a moment, won't you?

voice;

[wandbreaker]

Because both swords ought to be mine.

[construire.livejournal.com]

Why is it so special? I mean, it does have its own name.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Ought?

[wandbreaker]

All great swords have a name. This one is the sword that belongs to the King of Narnia, or in Peter's case, the High King.

And soon, it will belong to me.

voice;

[wandbreaker]

Why is this so hard to grasp?

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Because you're being ridiculous, of course. Wasn't all that given to you lot? I didn't think switching things around was part of it.

voice;

[wandbreaker]

I didn't get anything. How is that fair?

[construire.livejournal.com]

What makes it so great? I'd assume the craftsmanship?

Do you want it just because it belongs to a King?

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

... you're royalty too, aren't you? How isn't that fair?

[wandbreaker]

That's one of the reasons.

No, of course not. Any sword I own belongs to a king by simple virtue that I'm one. I want it because it ought to be mine.

voice;

[wandbreaker]

Of course I am.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Already king and you want to be king.

[Dry, so dry.]

And you're wondering why this is so hard to grasp. Edmund, really.

voice;

[wandbreaker]

No, I want his sword.