(peter/edmund YAY. corin is totally arthur, oh my god.)


"'m not," peter says, or tries to say, but the words won't come out, can't come out, and he tries to get his hands free again, needing some way to tell edmund -- to tell edmund --

he arches up, shaking blindly, still trying to grasp at the edges of his control, fleeting away at the corners of his eyes. he turns his head away and then back.