The Call To The Old - An Edmund Pevensie fanfiction

Chapter twenty-five

The girl silently stalked behind Edmund. She kept her distance from the angsty boy, not wanting to annoy him further. He came to a stop in the large room of the tomb, where they had once had a run in with the white witch. She noticed as he ran his fingers through his coarse, wavy hair, and sat down upon one of the broken pieces of Aslan's How.

She followed in after him, sitting beside Edmund on the stone, and he sharply turned his head to greet her. The young teenagers sat beside each other for a while, each deliberating how to break the silence.

"Are you alright?" Talia mumbled softly; her eyes focused on the floor. Her voice spoke perfectly, and to Edmund, even though he thought he wanted to be alone, her small inquiry was just what he had needed.

He didn't answer for a while, contemplating over what to say "I'm sorry I was such an arse earlier on-"

"You weren't." the girl interrupted.

"No, No I was-"

"No, Edmund. You had every right to be cautious. I shouldn't have gone through with such a plan without debating it with you... or someone else."

"It still didn't give me the right to talk to you like that." he disputed, turning to face the girl, who still faced the floor, "Talia, seriously, I am sorry-"

She cut him off again, "And I'm sorr-"

"- Please let me finish." he said with a smile, he didn't say this in a mean way, at least he didn't mean to. "Look, I do trust you Talia. I trust you more than anyone I've ever met, and to be honest I don't quite know why because you can be quite reckless sometimes and-" he stopped when she looked up at him, with the kindest of eyes- those eyes that make you smile just at the sight of them, deep and brown, with so much love inside of them, so much laughter, so much fight.

He placed his gentle hand onto the side of her cheek, to which she completely relaxed into, "I feel the same, as much as it painnnnns me to admit." she laughed.

"Hey!" he protested, his hand still rested upon her face, and hers joined up to meet it, intertwining with his fingers. A light blush covered her cheeks and she smiled softly.

She gently traced designs onto his fingers. This feeling was strange for the pair, neither had felt a connection so strong- when they were with each other, each of their emotions rode on a high. They had known one another for so little time, yet they felt so close. They basked in each other's ambience, creating a beautiful warmth that danced circles around them. And Edmund gently moved his thumb to trace across her lips. His movement brought chills over her whole body, and she succumbed to his touch. The pair's faces inched closer to one another, and both were equally as nervous as the other. Talia gently closed her eyes, and a small smile spread across Edmund's face, as he admired the girl before him-

"ED!" a voice suddenly shouted, forcing the pair apart, before anything further could happen. "Edmund! Where are you?"

Talia and Edmund had now completely pulled apart, but the consequences of their earlier affections, still lay with them- both still had butterflies, and soft blushes across their cheeks. Edmund cleared his throat to diffuse the awkwardness, "I'm sorry." he quietly murmured.

Talia smiled back at him, "It's okay, you go." she recognised the voice as Peters, and from the urgency in his tone, she noted that it must have been important.

"Edmund!" Peter continued to shout from the other room.

"In here Pete!" Edmund responded, still staring at Talia, with apology written in his eyes.