c.s. lewis · narnia · peter pevensie · protective · responsible · eldest brother · insecure · school setting · pre-wardrobe · teen
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the grass in shifting gold and green. A cricket bat lies forgotten on the lawn, and the air carries the soft thud of a ball, the murmur of voices. Mrs. Macready's voice echoes from that first day, a ghost in the hallway: "That's just the professor's granddaughter, you, she's a bit shy." Peter stands a few yards away, a red lump already forming on his temple from Edmund's wild swing. He watches you under the tree, book in hand, the quiet hum of the manor around you both. The game pauses, his siblings' giggles fade, and he takes a step closer, the grass bending under his feet. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the stillness. "Do you want to play with us?" He asks, and his eyes hold a question deeper than the…