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[wandbreaker]

This is highly problematic.

[There is the sound of a sigh]

Honestly, has anyone seen that blasted unicorn today? I would think that it would be in the City and trying to murder people, considering all the kissing that's going on today.

[This king of Narnia sounds a little tired and also a little cranky]

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[wandbreaker]

[Mmm, kissing. She tastes like his brandy, and it's certainly warming him up]

Well, I'm not!

[And he goes in for another kiss. There is a whinny, and suddenly there is an angry unicorn charging them. If it could speak it might be saying 'DEFILER']

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How can you not be s--there it is!

[Which comes out as less of an excited cry of recognition and more of a shriek of 'oh, bother it all, we're going to die'. Because that is a unicorn, all right, and it looks enraged.]

[wandbreaker]

[Edmund grips Rosella, moving in front of her because god damn it, he's a King, okay? Why doesn't he have his sword? Bother!]

Rosella, run!

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[For one brief, fleeting moment, Rosella finds herself frozen as his words strike her like a bolt of lightning--because it's deja vu, an encounter like this, with one of the Pevensie brothers throwing himself into harm's way to protect her. And for the duration of that moment, she entertains notions of ignoring the warning and leaping in front of him instead, because Peter died for her the last time and she doesn't want to be the cause of Edmund's death--or wounding--this time.

But that thought only lasts a moment before being replaced by good sense and reason, and she bolts out of the way, hoping that Edmund has the equal good sense (and the chance) to do the same.]

[wandbreaker]

[He jumps on the bench, and when it's close, he tries to jump on it's back. He manages to get on, and it begins to buck like crazy.]

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Edmund!

[Seeing this, she comes to a halt a fair distance away, hands clapped over her mouth as she watches. Her first instinct is to run over to help, but she clamps down on it; it'd only make matters worse, agitating it further, and with Edmund on its back, there's too much chance he'll get hurt if the unicorn gets any angrier.]

[wandbreaker]

[He's holding on for dear life but there's only so much he can do with it bucking like crazy and not having any way to control it beyond the mane. Finally it kicks him off, and he falls in a bank of snow while the unicorn takes off.]

....oof.

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[Well, at least the snow broke his fall, sort of. But she's still booking it over at full speed, red cloak billowing in the wind as she sprints to his side and drops to her knees next to him.]

Goodness, are you all right? Are you hurt? Do you need me to call someone? Oh, drat it all, is anything broken, are you...

[wandbreaker]

Fine, I'm fine.

[Just a little winded]

Drat, that damn-

[And he pulls up enough to kiss her.]

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Mmph!

[Honestly, Edmund, this really isn't the time to--you know, protesting this would be a lot easier if these kisses weren't so drattedly nice. But she does manage to mumble out a: ]

--so close, too--

[wandbreaker]

It just keeps -

[He keeps kissing her, which is nice and also distracting from the cold and wet]

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--tting away!

[And after a few moments more, she wrenches away herself, a little flustered and a lot breathless as she quickly looks away.]

You don't suppose if we keep--doing this--it'll come back for another go?

[wandbreaker]

[He kisses her again]

Well it's worth a try, isn't it? Although I have to say it's rather cold down here.

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It's a terrible idea.

[She's going to keep telling herself that.]

Do you suppose that's what it is, though? It's been attacking people for...er, kissing?

[wandbreaker]

[Pause as he considers this]

You've never been with a man, have you? I mean.

You're a princess, unmarried...

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I what?

[That is a sound that can only be described as a squawk.]

I should certainly hope not! Honestly, I've barely even--and I certainly don't--of course I'm not married! And of course I haven't--that!

[wandbreaker]

[Well she does have a big nose]

I think it might have been trying to protect you.

Blimey I didn't think those stories were true.

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[Her nose has nothing to do with her marriage prospects, thank you very much.]

Protect me? [Well, she does know those stories, now that he mentions it, but--] No, that can't be, because you're not married, either, and it didn't try to attack me for kissing you.

[wandbreaker]

Well, yes, but I'm not married, but...

[...]

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But...?

[...WHAT.]

Edmund!

[wandbreaker]

Oh, honestly. I'm thirty-one! Did you expect any differently?

[He's not embarrassed]

But not when I'm in my other body.

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Yes, I expected differently! You're usually fifteen! And either way, you're not married!

[Which means he either slept with a married woman, which is adultery, or he slept with an unmarried one, which makes her a slattern. Rosella is not particularly comfortable with either option.]

[wandbreaker]

[Kiss]

I'm a king, Rosella. Also, sixteen.

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[This kissing just got a lot more awkward, now that she knows Edmund's kisses are kisses of iniquity. But she's still not complaining.]

All the more reason to expect proper behavior out of you! And you've only been sixteen a few days, and you know quite well what I meant.

[wandbreaker]

Well you can't expect me to remain unsullied forever.

[Now he's enjoying these kisses even more]