Dear Peter, [1/1]
author: alicefactor
title: Dear Peter,
rating: PG-13/R for Language?
warning: Language, a hint of "action", not beta-d
summary: Ed hates Peter... or does he?
disclaimer: I don't own narnia, peter does... and well I don't own anything of peter D: *doesn't own anything*.
Please comment @ journal
Dear Peter,
I feel that you are such a pig-headed boy. You go around looking like you mean to say 'FUCK THE WORLD'. You look like you know it all. You might own Narnia, but you don't own me. You can't get inside my pants. You can't charm me. You and your perfect smile, and gorgeous eyes. Yeah right, Peter Pevensie you are a scam artist. You con men into your sheets and then walk away. Not me. You're the biggest dickhead in the world. I told you I loved you and you go on and sleep with some slut from the barn. Shameful. I trusted you, you shitface. I understand I might sound childish, but I am clearly angry! Peter. If we weren't blood I would probably feed you to any willing wild bear! Damn you Peter Pevensie. I don't even respect we share the same last name!
Not yours any more,
Ed.
The letter lay on his desk, squarely in the middle, the handwriting neat, the ink not going out of line. He let it sit there. There was not a smudge on the parchment. Each letter filled with hate towards Peter. his own brother had cheated on him, he'd been furious. Who couldn't be? Well maybe Caspian, if only for a few days. why did he and the other have to fall into Peter's charismatic eye? His soft lips, gentle skin, silky fingertips, and of course that luscious tuff of hair on his head. Damned peter. Ed hated him. Absolutely loathed him.
And that was exactly why Edmund was across the letter from the room lying on his back. "I love you." Was all he managed grinning ear to ear as Peter pushed him into the bed-sheets.
He hated Peter Pevensie.
He loved Peter Pevensie.
Damn Peter had Ed wrapped around his finger.
title: Dear Peter,
rating: PG-13/R for Language?
warning: Language, a hint of "action", not beta-d
summary: Ed hates Peter... or does he?
disclaimer: I don't own narnia, peter does... and well I don't own anything of peter D: *doesn't own anything*.
Please comment @ journal
Dear Peter,
I feel that you are such a pig-headed boy. You go around looking like you mean to say 'FUCK THE WORLD'. You look like you know it all. You might own Narnia, but you don't own me. You can't get inside my pants. You can't charm me. You and your perfect smile, and gorgeous eyes. Yeah right, Peter Pevensie you are a scam artist. You con men into your sheets and then walk away. Not me. You're the biggest dickhead in the world. I told you I loved you and you go on and sleep with some slut from the barn. Shameful. I trusted you, you shitface. I understand I might sound childish, but I am clearly angry! Peter. If we weren't blood I would probably feed you to any willing wild bear! Damn you Peter Pevensie. I don't even respect we share the same last name!
Not yours any more,
Ed.
The letter lay on his desk, squarely in the middle, the handwriting neat, the ink not going out of line. He let it sit there. There was not a smudge on the parchment. Each letter filled with hate towards Peter. his own brother had cheated on him, he'd been furious. Who couldn't be? Well maybe Caspian, if only for a few days. why did he and the other have to fall into Peter's charismatic eye? His soft lips, gentle skin, silky fingertips, and of course that luscious tuff of hair on his head. Damned peter. Ed hated him. Absolutely loathed him.
And that was exactly why Edmund was across the letter from the room lying on his back. "I love you." Was all he managed grinning ear to ear as Peter pushed him into the bed-sheets.
He hated Peter Pevensie.
He loved Peter Pevensie.
Damn Peter had Ed wrapped around his finger.