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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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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

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.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[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...

[...]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

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.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

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.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[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]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[Honestly, Edmund. She's going to try and get away from him at that. And obviously, by try to get away from him, she means lean in and kiss him herself because drat that mistletoe.]

You're supposed to get married first!

[wandbreaker]

I don't think that stopped Peter.

[This is a big fat lie. What stopped Peter was a distaste for the opposite gender, though Edmund doesn't know that]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Oh, honestly, not Peter too!

[Really, Edmund, you're systematically casting new and tainted light on all these people she knows and respects.]

You're not serious.

[wandbreaker]

[The mistletoe is why he's leaning up again. Why hasn't he gotten up out of the snow?]

About Peter? Probably not. He's too tightly wound.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Which means you're--

[She's actually not sure how she intended to finish that sentence. Too loosely wound? Morally unprincipled? And really, they should probably get up, her dress is getting soaked about the knees and it's rather cold, except that she keeps not noticing because the kissing is making her feel warm all over.]

You really--you ought to stop that. We. We ought to--or move, or--

[wandbreaker]

We should go back to my house, we both need to change into dry clothes.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

And we still need to find a way to catch that unicorn, drat it all.

[wandbreaker]

We'll think of something. I think you can probably borrow one of Lucy or Susan's dresses.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Susan's, I'd think. Lucy's might be a bit small for me.

[She grits her teeth and pushes herself to her feet, offering Edmund a hand once she's up.]

[wandbreaker]

And maybe a cloak.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

This one's all right, really. It's only a bit damp at the edges. A few minutes by a heater and it'll be all right.

[wandbreaker]

All right, at least we have all that at home.