also sfhskljk AHAHAHAHA WHAT DID I TELL YOU. NO RETURN. i had been wanting to write about peter teaching edmund to shoot since i pressed 'post' on susan discovering the gun. that scene like vomited itself out of my fingers.
OMG I AM TOTALLY GONNA WATCH MERLIN INSTEAD OF DOING STATS OR FINALIZING MY PAPER so baddddd
they're at a rest stop on the highway somewhere in new jersey -- it's back to avoiding motels again. it's dusk in autumn and the horizon is streaked gold, and for a few minutes the undersides of distant clouds were brilliantly ochre and pink and, man, it was awesome. and peter is thinking maybe he's beginning to get used to that: to have blood on his hands and to love the sun with the same breath.
he leans against the trunk of the car. edmund and lucy are curled up together on the backseat; he can hear them murmuring to each other. susan emerges from the toilet and leans against the car beside him. she offers him a cigarette. he refuses.
she lights one up. "you kept the gun."
"yeah." he adds, "of course."
and they don't say anything for a while after that, not until susan is halfway through her cigarette and she says, "how are your fingers?"
lucy, who had been in the middle of EMS classes when they got the hell out of finchley, had splinted them. the bruises on his face are beginning to swell, and the cuts to coagulate. but he's okay, and peter tells her this. he asks, "are you okay?"
susan says, "yeah." she says, "i'm just glad we're all still alive."
Re: part two
also sfhskljk AHAHAHAHA WHAT DID I TELL YOU. NO RETURN. i had been wanting to write about peter teaching edmund to shoot since i pressed 'post' on susan discovering the gun. that scene like vomited itself out of my fingers.
OMG I AM TOTALLY GONNA WATCH MERLIN INSTEAD OF DOING STATS OR FINALIZING MY PAPER so baddddd
they're at a rest stop on the highway somewhere in new jersey -- it's back to avoiding motels again. it's dusk in autumn and the horizon is streaked gold, and for a few minutes the undersides of distant clouds were brilliantly ochre and pink and, man, it was awesome. and peter is thinking maybe he's beginning to get used to that: to have blood on his hands and to love the sun with the same breath.
he leans against the trunk of the car. edmund and lucy are curled up together on the backseat; he can hear them murmuring to each other. susan emerges from the toilet and leans against the car beside him. she offers him a cigarette. he refuses.
she lights one up. "you kept the gun."
"yeah." he adds, "of course."
and they don't say anything for a while after that, not until susan is halfway through her cigarette and she says, "how are your fingers?"
lucy, who had been in the middle of EMS classes when they got the hell out of finchley, had splinted them. the bruises on his face are beginning to swell, and the cuts to coagulate. but he's okay, and peter tells her this. he asks, "are you okay?"
susan says, "yeah." she says, "i'm just glad we're all still alive."
peter smiles at her, but she doesn't smile back.