(this has got to be the first non-crack commentfic we have ever written, yo.)


peter hears the strangled sound he makes drawn from his own throat like its someone else speaking. he drudges up what remains of his strength, clinging to it the same way he would at the tail-end of a battle, when all is nearly over and yet not quite, not quite. there is still the last enemy to be vanquished.

but he cannot find the strength to break free of his brother's grip, though edmund is not holding peter tightly and he has always known how to get the better of his siblings.

but there are other ways to fight than with hands alone.