HELL YES BACKSTORY. the frontstory is just, like...i don't know, at the moment.
edmund is awake when peter stumbles into their room, the knob turning one two three times before he finally gets it open, standing in the center of the room and shaking blindly. he doesn't seem to notice that the light is on, that edmund is doing chemistry homework at his desk, trying to figure out what hydrogen sulfide and phosphate make when put together.
"pete," edmund says, standing up. "peter, what --"
it takes peter a minute to realize that he's talking, and when he does he jerks, staring at edmund blindly.
there's something red all over his hands. first edmund thinks it's paint, but it's too --
it's not paint.
"oh my god," edmund says. "are you all right, are you --"
peter stares at him with wide blue eyes, and he looks very young, and very scared.
edmund stumbles around his desk chair and grabs his arm. "peter, are you all right?" he asks, and peter nods, dazed.
"okay, you need to -- you need to wash your hands, because --"
he has to shepherd peter into the bathroom, and peter doesn't seem to realize what's going on until edmund pushes him into the shower clothes and all and turns it on and then he blinks.
the water going down the drain is red, and peter makes a strangled sound and reaches for the soap.
they're both soaked by the time peter's coherent enough to get out of the shower, but the first thing he does is grab edmund's arms. "ed, i need you to pack a bag," he says.
"okay," edmund agrees, even though his brain is screaming what the fucking hell but he'll follow his brother to tne end of the earth and beyond, come hell or high water, and if peter tells him to pack a bag, then he'll pack a goddamned bag.
peter gives him a thin smile and plucks at his damp sleeves. "don't bring your schoolbooks," he says.
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edmund is awake when peter stumbles into their room, the knob turning one two three times before he finally gets it open, standing in the center of the room and shaking blindly. he doesn't seem to notice that the light is on, that edmund is doing chemistry homework at his desk, trying to figure out what hydrogen sulfide and phosphate make when put together.
"pete," edmund says, standing up. "peter, what --"
it takes peter a minute to realize that he's talking, and when he does he jerks, staring at edmund blindly.
there's something red all over his hands. first edmund thinks it's paint, but it's too --
it's not paint.
"oh my god," edmund says. "are you all right, are you --"
peter stares at him with wide blue eyes, and he looks very young, and very scared.
edmund stumbles around his desk chair and grabs his arm. "peter, are you all right?" he asks, and peter nods, dazed.
"okay, you need to -- you need to wash your hands, because --"
he has to shepherd peter into the bathroom, and peter doesn't seem to realize what's going on until edmund pushes him into the shower clothes and all and turns it on and then he blinks.
the water going down the drain is red, and peter makes a strangled sound and reaches for the soap.
they're both soaked by the time peter's coherent enough to get out of the shower, but the first thing he does is grab edmund's arms. "ed, i need you to pack a bag," he says.
"okay," edmund agrees, even though his brain is screaming what the fucking hell but he'll follow his brother to tne end of the earth and beyond, come hell or high water, and if peter tells him to pack a bag, then he'll pack a goddamned bag.
peter gives him a thin smile and plucks at his damp sleeves. "don't bring your schoolbooks," he says.