Not More, Most

Chapter 11- Into Your Arms

Into Your Arms- Ava Max, Witt Lowry

I am so so so so so so so so sorry for being absent for- almost 4 months, jfc. I was busy, what with a new city and new school and I was working on more Narnia work with JustASpud on our joint account The_Unwavering_Truth , so you should go check that out, most definitely.

So, without any further ado, the next chapter!

Late Feb:

''My dear, Susan wa-" Edmund strolled into Sanya's chambers only to find no one there. Probably a good thing, he reflected, this 'my dear' thing he was trying out didn't sound well. He'd have to think of something better.

He looked around the empty room. Ed the caterpillar was nowhere to be found- to his girlfriend and Lucy's immense sadness, he had disappeared either to turn into a butterfly or to die.

Where was she? Had she gone running again? Or to see her horse? She would never go to the library so early in the evening, he knew- all at once, registered the sound of running water coming from her bathing quarters which were accompanied by the sounds of someone singing and a devilish smile rose up on the young King's face.

So his girlfriend (he assumed that is what her title in their relationship would be, at least if it was still in use in the 21st century) sang while in the shower. He conveniently ignored the fact that she was in the bath, showering naked and he really should not be there.

He strained his ears to make out what she was singing- something about a culture making her spill her guts out? Modern music was quite strange, he felt, and he lived in a land with talking animals and healing juice.

Anyway, since he did have to inform her of something, he sat himself on the bed and busied himself with the book which lay on her pillow, 'Turtles All The Way Down'.

'At the time I realised I might be fictional, my weekday...'

Edmund was so engrossed in the book that he didn't even notice that the sound of the water and the singing had stopped, and nor did he notice the wooden door opening until he heard a gasp and a shriek.

''Ed!"

He immediately shot to his feet and turned away from her towel-clad self, before taking a breath and calming himself and turning to face her.

"Hello, my dear." He grinned at her, inwardly berating himself for using 'my dear'. The whole wide world full of romantic pet names and he chose the one which made him sound like a middle-aged coot.

"What are you doing here?'' Sanya demanded, eyes blazing.

Then his eyes dropped down to the towel she was clutching tight around her, and to the tiny rivulets of water which were sliding down the brown skin of her body, from her collarbone to her- her chest, and her arms-

"Hey, you have freckles too!" He announced happily.

Sanya blushed, but she did have them- millions of red brown spots dotted her upper arms, which he doubted he had ever seen as she always wore at least half sleeved clothing.

"These aren't freckles." She gave a snort. "Freckles are cute. These are ugly blemishes on my skin. I don't know what they are, but freckles no."

"Whatever they are-" Edmund stepped closer to her and rested one hand on her waist and the other went up her upper arm. "They're beautiful. Just like you."