Title: All those things that Mother said were proper for a boy
Prompt: rain; 035. PWP **
Summary: Fifty sentences. Peter/Lucy
a cloaking robe of elvenkind
hangs in my wardrobe behind
all those things that mother said
were proper for a boy
#01 - Motion
They were never sure what started it, but once began it was a landslide neither could have stopped, if they'd cared to try.
#02 - Cool
He lifts the covers and she slides in, and he shivers as her deliciously cool fingers brush him.
#03 - Young
She is young again, and innocent, but her hands are empty, and her mind aches with wanting.
#04 - Last
"This won't be the last time, Lu," he warns, and she could not be less concerned.
#05 - Wrong
Peter likes it best when they walk away from London, where no one knows them, because he can hold his sister's hand and no one looks twice.
#06 - Gentle
She is his youngest sister, and he has no wish to hurt her, so his words and his touches are gentle, friendly; he can't see how much more she wants.
#07 - One
"Just one dance, Peter," she begs, and he was never really planning to resist.
#08 - Thousand
There were many nights like this, spring sharp and clear on the sea air, spent counting the stars.
#09 - King
He is her King, now and forever, but Peter wonders whether she knows that she will always be his Queen.
#10 - Learn
It was amazing, the first time, to learn where and how and when to touch--but it is so much more thrilling to relearn.
#11 - Blur
The lines are blurred, now, and Lucy knows she can never go back.
#12 - Wait
"Wait," she says, breathless, and darts away behind a pillar, and his fingertips ache for her until she flings herself, laughing, back into his arms.
#13 - Change
The protective urge that so often welled up inside him came from a different source, now, and Peter wasn't quite sure when that had happened.
#14 - Command
Peter never tells Lucy to do anything in that prissy Royal voice, and Susan doesn't think that at all fair.
#15 - Hold
Hold me, he thinks, and her touch is the only thing keeping him from falling apart at the seams.
#16 - Need
"I don't need this," he murmurs into her hair late one night, and she laughs at him, because she knows better.
#17 - Vision
It's been years, but Peter still wakes up sometimes with eyes full of snarling bear and throat full of scream.*
#18 - Attention
The jewels of the visiting dignitaries glitter brightly inside, but all he wants to look at is the moonlight and her dark hair.
#19 - Soul
Lucy would give up everything for her brother - even though, she thinks sadly, her everything might not be worth much, in the long run.
#20 - Picture
He keeps every picture she's ever given him in a shoebox underneath his bed; he takes them out, every once in a while, and looks at them, and he can never decide whether to mourn the loss of his innocent baby sister or rejoice in it.
#21 - Fool
He is a fool, to think this way, to dream such impossible dreams, to nurture such unreasonable hope; but the Professor has taught him the fallibility of reason, and she always tells him that dreams are the impossible happening, and he cannot help but watch her dance.
#22 - Mad
The road to madness is paved with sin, and Peter Pevensie has damned himself so many times he is surprised he is not mad already.
#23 - Child
They are children again, in England, 1940, and it is so hard to resist the temptation of rediscovery.
#24 - Now
That was then, and this is now, but Peter can still see Queen Lucy the Valiant in his sister, and for that, he is grateful.
#25 - Shadow
She has grown up in the shadow of her sister, but Peter thinks she is just as beautiful, if not more, than Susan.
#26 - Goodbye
Never returning to Narnia means that she will never again be anything more than his sister, but Peter is not sure he can say goodbye just yet.
#27 - Hide
It was her favourite game, one which she never failed to ask him to play at least once a month; but they're home now, and she doesn't ask anymore.
#28 - Fortune
"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," Lucy said happily, looking out the train window, as she laid her head on Peter's shoulder; Peter smiled at her reflection, but his smile was bittersweet.
#29 - Safe
He worries, though he tries to hide it, when he can't see or hear or feel her - the only way he can sleep is with his arms tight round her.
#30 - Ghost
Lucy smiles, and then Susan says, "You look like you've seen a ghost!" and Peter manages to laugh it off, while the truth is that he has become one.
#31 - Book
He turns his face into his pillow, embarrassed, and then Lucy leans over him worriedly - "It's ok, I know what to do, I've read some of Susan's books" - and she touches him, and then Peter is mortified.
#32 - Eye
He'd ruined her for other boys - he was all she ever saw, no matter how he tried, in vain, to ignore it.
#33 - Never
After each time, he tells himself, 'Never again,' but he knows he will never be able to resist her.
#34 - Sing
"Sing for me," she begs suddenly, and he is startled, but he smiles, runs his fingers through her hair, and is surprised at how many Narnian lullabies he remembers.
#35 - Sudden
There was no epiphany, no moment of absolute shocking revelation; he watched her blossom, and always knew.
#36 - Stop
His fingers still trembled, and, as before, she never told him to stop.
#37 - Time
Once, in a moment of fever-induced hallucination, Peter reached for the clock, and it seemed to Lucy that he was trying to move the hands faster.
#38 - Wash
It is raining, and they stand, hands gripped tight, to let the water wash away their sins.
#39 - Torn
She smiles at him, sweet and sad and heartbreaking, and he is torn between his sister and what is right.
#40 - History
And no Narnian history book, Peter thinks bitterly, will say that the oldest King and youngest Queen appeared, at times, to be closer than they should have been.
#41 - Power
Since the moment he first met her, hours old and sleeping soundly in their mother's arms, she's held him in her thrall, and he'll do anything, absolutely anything, for her.
#42 - Bother
Peter is the only sibling, Lucy knows, who truly means it when he tells her she's no bother.
#43 - God
The priest tells him it's a sin, but Peter cannot help wondering if Aslan would think this so horrible--because, he thinks, cheek pressed against dark hair, nothing has ever felt so good.
#44 - Wall
There is a wall between them now, children once more, with knowledge of sin, and Peter yearns for the intimacy of before.
#45 - Naked
On some days, the good days, it is enough that she looks at him, and he knows that she can still see through his façade.
#46 - Drive
A friend asks him, one day, why he feels the need to be so perfect all the time - after all, he's not the king.
#47 - Harm
He used to think that she could never harm a fly, but when she first draws her dagger, terrified and trembling, he thinks he has never seen such terrible beauty.
#48 - Precious
Their mother's pearls rest in the hollow of her collarbone, and Peter finds it hard to look away.
#49 - Hunger
"Open up," she says, pressing a berry against his lips, all sly innocence and wide eyes.
#50 - Believe
All Peter needs, in those few, frightening moments of doubt, is to see his sister's shining eyes, and suddenly it's not so hard to believe, anymore.
*In case you don't remember, because I certainly wouldn't, if I hadn't just read it:
Just as they were passing the place [where the undergrowth thickened], there came a sudden something that snarled and flashed, rising out from the breaking twigs like a thunderbolt. Lucy was knocked down and winded, hearing the twang of a bowstring as she fell. When she was able to take notice of things again, she saw a great grim-looking gray bear lying dead with Trumpkin's arrow in its side.
"The D.L.F. beat you in that shooting match, Su," said Peter, with a slightly forced smile. Even he had been shaken by this adventure.
[...]
"I saw the face and heard the snarl. [The bear] only wanted Little Girl for breakfast."
- Prince Caspian, pp. 120-121
Notes: ** I consider PWP to stand for Plot? What Plot?, as opposed to Porn Without Plot, thanks.
Title & epigraph from Cloak of Elvenkind, by Marcy Playground.
This is for
kurasari, whom I converted to Peter/Lucy, and who wrote me a piece of perfection and thus lit a fire under my butt. I've had this sitting around my hard drive for, oh, I dunno, YEARS, half-finished. And now it's done. I is so happy.