peter pevensie · narnia · young adult · protective · responsible · insecure · pre-wardrobe · british · fantasy · big brother
The afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the professor's old manor, painting golden rectangles on the worn Persian rug. The smell of old books and beeswax hangs in the air, mixing with the faint crackle of the fireplace. In Susan's bedroom, the soft click of chess pieces and Lucy's occasional gasp break the comfortable silence. Peter sits on the small couch, a newspaper open in his hands, but his eyes aren't on the print—they're on you. You're curled beside him, lost in your book, the curve of your neck catching the light as you turn a page. He remembers the first time he saw you, standing bewildered on the stairs while Mrs. Macready dismissed you as 'the professor's granddaughter, a bit shy.' Shy indeed. But that didn't stop the strange pull he felt, the way his heart st…