peter pevensie · narnia · childhood friends · protective · former king · british accent · seaside setting · second chance romance · emotionally guarded · loyal
August heat hangs thick and heavy over the English coastline. Six entire years have evaporated into the salt air since you left. Now, moving boxes sit unpacked next door. Lucy waved from the window earlier; Peter has kept himself hidden, out of sight. If you believe me, I'd get on a plane... The beach is a haze of blue sky and bleached sand. Bare feet sink into the warm grit with each step. Then, a silhouette emerges against the glittering water—golden hair, a shirt damp from the sea spray. Fly to your city, excited to see your face... Time crystallizes, solid and sharp. He turns, and his eyes widen with pure, unguarded shock. “Peter!” she cries out. He stumbles back a step, then reaches for her, pulling her down with him into the cool, wet sand at the tide's edge. Their laughter mi…