harder than you think
i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.
ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.
iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.
iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.
v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”
vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.
vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.
viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.
ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.
x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.
xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”
xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”
xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”
xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”
xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.
xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”
xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”
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Hiii ! i wanted to know if you could make more Larry’s headcanons??? i love him so much help-
I've been meaning to do this forever but skl started and I'm rlly busy😭
My Larry Johnson headcanons pt. 3 🧚
General and dating
- Fast driver, turns those corners like it's nothing.
- Calls you up at very odd hours of the night/day. Doesn't actually have anything to say, he just wants you to talk to him.
- Enjoys comfortable silences.
- Obsessed with the feel of you, not even in a dirty way. He wants to be in your skin.
- Smells like pine needles and smoke (trust me he told me).
- Wiggles his finger in your ear when he wants you to pay attention to him.
- His humor is either eye watering, floor rolling, perfectly timed comedy or literal dad jokes, there's no in-between.
- Silent treatment does not work on him, you'll end up speaking very quickly.
- Snores like "honk shoo, honk shoo"
- Sensitive scalp, the second your hands are in his hair he's struggling to keep his eyes open.
- Teaches you (or tries to-) anything that he's good at/ interested in. So now you have basic knowledge on guitars, drums , painting, colour theory, video games and.... Hamilton??😧
- He was a theatre kid ok🙄.
- Listens to Mother Mother.
- His love languages are all of them, loves hard.
- Adores gifts, or anything that he receives from you. He's keeping it forever.
- Has ghosting phases, unfortunately. I doubt that they last long (like a day) but he always comes back around.
- Loves matching anything, clothes? Jewelry? Shoes?, he'll do it.
- Licks any part of you he can access then pretends like nothing happened.
- He wants to get close to anybody your close to, and wants to love anything that you love. It's one of the many ways he shows that he cares.
- Silly little guy <3
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HOLY SHIT I JUST NOTICED SOMETHING
So we all know this
absolutely gorgeous shot right?
Well…
Doesn’t the lighting in this (absolutely fucking heartbreaking 🥲) shot look almost exactly like that gorgeous lighting in the byler cabin scene??
Hell they’re both even coming from a partially boarded up window of an abandoned home and positioned at exact same angle relative to the shot 👀
So it’s immensely concerning that the byler cabin scene lighting where they’re talking about vecna wanting to kill everyone PARALLELS the lighting in Lumax death shot? Where Max is dying in Lucas’s arms?? Wtf.
So anyways Mike is gonna die in Will’s arms send tweet 🥲🖐🏻
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