man, i would hate to have to timeline this out, because i am kind of not sure if we are contradicting ourselves from WAY BACK WHEN. just like how i would hate to wordcount it again. I BET WE PASS 50K BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
OH BAH I AM JUST TRYING TO GET TO PETER/EDMUND.
edmund wakes up in the middle of night kind of surprised to find he's not freezing; when he opens his eyes, he sees that the fire's burned down to coals. but he's warm, warmer than even the down comforter can account for, and he puzzle that over for a few minutes until he realizes that someone else is in the bed with him.
"peter," he says, and peter mumbles into his neck, "go back to sleep, ed."
"you're in bed with me," edmund points out, squirming around.
peter groans and raises himself up on one elbow. he looks tired and younger than usual, his hair mussed and his blue eyes bloodshot. "the temperature dropped another ten degrees," he says. "warmer this way."
"yeah, okay," edmund agrees, and puts his head back down. "what's it at now?"
"you really, really don't want to know," peter informs him, voice startlingly gentle. edmund always forgets that he can be like that, forgets who peter was before he hit high school and started hanging around with dino falcone.
"probably not," edmund says, watching his brother.
peter smiles down at him, a little absently; without something to fight he's mellowed, smoother and sweeter than usual. edmund's not sure whether to be reassured or freaked out.
"go back to sleep," he murmurs. "it's not like there's anything else to do."
"there is the one thing," edmund says.
peter's eyebrows go up. "no offense, ed, but i don't think twister is going to work with only two people."
"not twister," edmund says, and leans up, feeling reckless. one part of his brain is pointing out that this is not really the best idea -- neither of them has anywhere to run to.
the other part of his brain is saying, hey, pevensie, that's the point.
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OH BAH I AM JUST TRYING TO GET TO PETER/EDMUND.
edmund wakes up in the middle of night kind of surprised to find he's not freezing; when he opens his eyes, he sees that the fire's burned down to coals. but he's warm, warmer than even the down comforter can account for, and he puzzle that over for a few minutes until he realizes that someone else is in the bed with him.
"peter," he says, and peter mumbles into his neck, "go back to sleep, ed."
"you're in bed with me," edmund points out, squirming around.
peter groans and raises himself up on one elbow. he looks tired and younger than usual, his hair mussed and his blue eyes bloodshot. "the temperature dropped another ten degrees," he says. "warmer this way."
"yeah, okay," edmund agrees, and puts his head back down. "what's it at now?"
"you really, really don't want to know," peter informs him, voice startlingly gentle. edmund always forgets that he can be like that, forgets who peter was before he hit high school and started hanging around with dino falcone.
"probably not," edmund says, watching his brother.
peter smiles down at him, a little absently; without something to fight he's mellowed, smoother and sweeter than usual. edmund's not sure whether to be reassured or freaked out.
"go back to sleep," he murmurs. "it's not like there's anything else to do."
"there is the one thing," edmund says.
peter's eyebrows go up. "no offense, ed, but i don't think twister is going to work with only two people."
"not twister," edmund says, and leans up, feeling reckless. one part of his brain is pointing out that this is not really the best idea -- neither of them has anywhere to run to.
the other part of his brain is saying, hey, pevensie, that's the point.
peter's lips are a lot softer than they look.