EDMUND
Edmund whips around warily when a vaguely familiar voice calls out. Completely ignoring the question, the child approaches and stares up at Locke with narrowed eyes. The wheels are clearly turning in his brain, trying to determine why this man is so familiar and why is presence makes something in him ache.
Glancing at the man's hair so like his own, it finally clicks. Edmund takes a step back in shock, eyes going wide. "Papa?" The question is filled with disbelief and hope. Was this really his Papa? The very one who Mummy had said he'd likely never see again?
Glancing at the man's hair so like his own, it finally clicks. Edmund takes a step back in shock, eyes going wide. "Papa?" The question is filled with disbelief and hope. Was this really his Papa? The very one who Mummy had said he'd likely never see again?
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
