oh arthur. so in over his head. one does not fuck around with the high king of narnia!
peter slips back into his seat looking entirely too pleased with himself. "where the hell have you been?" edmund hisses, and peter just smirks.
arthur comes in a few minutes later, looking badly shaken. peter meets his eye and sips his wine. arthur looks away quickly.
"just tell me you didn't do anything supremely stupid," edmund says.
"of course not," peter says, tearing a roll in half. "would i do anything like that?"
arthur manages to fool himself into thinking peter isn't going to come, that the other boy -- and he is a boy; he talks like a grown man but he's no older than arthur, young and green as spring grass -- is nothing more than a braggart and a bully. then there's a knock on his door. he almost doesn't go to open it; the only thing that makes him do so is misplaced pride. peter's just a boy, and arthur knows how to deal with those.
it's peter that shuts the door; arthur wants it open, isn't sure if he wants to be alone in the same room with peter, not with the door closed and all routes of escape blocked. just a boy, he tells himself, but he's not, there's something about him.
Re: EDITED VERSION. 'cos i am fickle sometimes.
peter slips back into his seat looking entirely too pleased with himself. "where the hell have you been?" edmund hisses, and peter just smirks.
arthur comes in a few minutes later, looking badly shaken. peter meets his eye and sips his wine. arthur looks away quickly.
"just tell me you didn't do anything supremely stupid," edmund says.
"of course not," peter says, tearing a roll in half. "would i do anything like that?"
arthur manages to fool himself into thinking peter isn't going to come, that the other boy -- and he is a boy; he talks like a grown man but he's no older than arthur, young and green as spring grass -- is nothing more than a braggart and a bully. then there's a knock on his door. he almost doesn't go to open it; the only thing that makes him do so is misplaced pride. peter's just a boy, and arthur knows how to deal with those.
it's peter that shuts the door; arthur wants it open, isn't sure if he wants to be alone in the same room with peter, not with the door closed and all routes of escape blocked. just a boy, he tells himself, but he's not, there's something about him.