to sleep, perchance to dream (peter/edmund!, pg-13)
SECOND ENTRY FOR 100foraslan.
to sleep, perchance to dream
Peter/Edmund; PG-13; Fluff! / 300 exactly!
Prompt: "crowns"
Warning(s): Eh, the rating may be pushing it a bit. Because it mentions things, a bit.
Disclaimer: NO AGAIN. Also, I think I stole the title from somewhere. Wait, no, I forgot that I wrote Hamlet.
to sleep, perchance to dream
An early-morning meeting. He'd spent the night with Edmund; he's tired. Not that he could complain - but when Edmund walks into the meeting after returning to his room to change, Peter blushes. Their visitors ride out in the drizzle. Peter eats a bit of apple and tells his sisters he will retire for the rest of the day. Edmund is nowhere to be found.
The rhythmic thumping of the rain on the windows in the corridors reminds him of the night before, the sounds of Edmund's breath and the constant motion of his body. He clears his throat, tries to forget, and it echoes through the hallway.
But he can't forget, because he opens the door to his chambers, sees the Just King lying on the newly-made bed, mouth open slightly, crown tilted against the pillows. If Edmund were to move his head, it would fall off completely.
Peter goes to him, removes the crown and Edmund is just a boy now, young and carefree and it reminds him - almost - of those nights of bomb shelters, and they couldn't get to sleep afterward. Except there are no air raid sirens here, but still, Peter thinks the only way he can get back to sleep is if Edmund is beside him - like he always was, always has been.
Crowns on the bedside table, rain on the windows, two boys stretched out on a bed, comforter wrapped around them. Brothers, it seems to Susan and Lucy, who find them later, but the way Edmund's body seems involuntarily to press against Peter's, to curl into his brother - like there's nothing better - says otherwise. (Even the golden crowns, metal and jewels pressed close together, say differently.)
Nothing else important is happening today. They can sleep all day, forever.
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to sleep, perchance to dream
Peter/Edmund; PG-13; Fluff! / 300 exactly!
Prompt: "crowns"
Warning(s): Eh, the rating may be pushing it a bit. Because it mentions things, a bit.
Disclaimer: NO AGAIN. Also, I think I stole the title from somewhere. Wait, no, I forgot that I wrote Hamlet.
to sleep, perchance to dream
An early-morning meeting. He'd spent the night with Edmund; he's tired. Not that he could complain - but when Edmund walks into the meeting after returning to his room to change, Peter blushes. Their visitors ride out in the drizzle. Peter eats a bit of apple and tells his sisters he will retire for the rest of the day. Edmund is nowhere to be found.
The rhythmic thumping of the rain on the windows in the corridors reminds him of the night before, the sounds of Edmund's breath and the constant motion of his body. He clears his throat, tries to forget, and it echoes through the hallway.
But he can't forget, because he opens the door to his chambers, sees the Just King lying on the newly-made bed, mouth open slightly, crown tilted against the pillows. If Edmund were to move his head, it would fall off completely.
Peter goes to him, removes the crown and Edmund is just a boy now, young and carefree and it reminds him - almost - of those nights of bomb shelters, and they couldn't get to sleep afterward. Except there are no air raid sirens here, but still, Peter thinks the only way he can get back to sleep is if Edmund is beside him - like he always was, always has been.
Crowns on the bedside table, rain on the windows, two boys stretched out on a bed, comforter wrapped around them. Brothers, it seems to Susan and Lucy, who find them later, but the way Edmund's body seems involuntarily to press against Peter's, to curl into his brother - like there's nothing better - says otherwise. (Even the golden crowns, metal and jewels pressed close together, say differently.)
Nothing else important is happening today. They can sleep all day, forever.
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