#valiynt 003.
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he doesn’t sleep anymore . not now that he is a stranger in his home ; in his own body . ( how many years will it take , peter pevensie , for you to once again recognise the face that stares out at you from within the looking glass ? ten ? fifteen ? or will your only reminder of your time in that bewitching , bloody dream be the presence of something ancient in your eyes , as turbulent and restless as the eastern sea in a storm ? who are you , little soldier , without your sword & battle scars ? ) mum often berates him for it when she finds him dozing with his head cradled in his arms at the dining table each grey morn , questioning whether he plans to carry on like this once his father comes home , once he’s back at school : he will never tell her that a part of him — the part that is nearly older than his own mother — would die before allowing anyone to trap him within the four walls of hendon house for two more years .
he’s doing it again ; haunting this somnolent house in finchley , wandering the halls with all the soundless grace of a ghost ( this energy , this restless , agonising energy , must go somewhere ) . only now , after an entire month , has the true grief begun to bloom within peter’s chest like a festering weed that he knows he’ll never be able to claw out from between his ribs — perhaps they aren’t going back , after all . and perhaps he isn’t the only conscious mourner , even at this hour . it’s quiet , but peter ( ever the eldest , ever the protector ) hears lucy’s tears like a heartbeat in a hurricane , and he does not think twice before redirecting his aimless course . ❛ lu ? ❜ he whispers , rapping twice on her bedroom door with two fingers before nudging it open , by just a fraction .
plotted starter for @valiynt !
#death tw#in case :]#also i want to die actually#SLDNFJKSDNFLKSN FUCK#ROWAN WHY ARE WE DOING THIS AGAIN#𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 ; london.#𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ; abhominable—don't forget to spell it with an 'h'.#valiynt#valiynt 003.
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