Peter/Edmund – The things you make us do
Rating: K
Sometimes it's best to just run and hide.
They duck through halls, slip through secret rooms, looking for escape. They're both snickering, trying to stifle mad vagrant grins.
They find a room, empty, unused; duck in, shut the door in silent urgency, take a peek outside, press fingers to one another's lips, wordless and devious.
Footsteps. One gentle, one not. They hear their sisters searching, looking. They move on, Edmund and Peter safe to their ignorance.
They eye the bed after the footsteps disappear, each with knowing looks. They plunge straight in, laughing; their means of revenge to the sisters who just couldn't let them sleep in today.