Ehards29: Hey guys, this is my new fic, For a Window in Paradise, based on the Sufjan Stevens song of the same title. My other fic, Sword of Andriah is still is progress, no fear, but I really don't know how often I am going to update it, it didn't get many reviews.
Moving on, For a Window in Paradise is my attempt at the recent trend of Pevensie brother angst/fluff. Usually rules apply, no incest (shutters), a bit of blood, and intense moments, not for chibis, and Ed and Pete bonding (awww…). Anyway, here we go, enjoy/review!
FYI: Flashback, Thought
For a Window in Paradise
By: Ehards29
Chapter One: Reflections
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If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
If there's any other way
I'll do anything for you.
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Cold.
That was the only word to describe Edmund at the moment. Sure it seemed a bit simplistic, after all, what other words come to mind when one is trapped in a dungeon made of ice? But the word described so much more than just his physical condition. To Edmund, it was much more than just a word.
It was a state of mind.
His soul was frozen solid, the events of the last days swirling in his mind faster and faster, like a tornado of hate and guilt. Everything the witch offered he wanted. The power, the prestige, the feeling of being wanted. She wanted him, not Peter, she offered him power, not Peter. Her eyes soft, her hands stroking his, leading him to a world where he was Edmund and not Peter's minor. His eyes clouded with greed. Now they were clouded with tears.
Far, far away his brother and sisters were fighting for their very lives, running, fleeing from all that he had done to them. His goddamn family, he sold out his own goddamn family! What would mother say, what would father do, if they knew their baby boy had killed his own siblings. And that's what he was doing; he was killing them, slowly but surely. Edmund shuttered. He was cold, so very cold.
All for Turkish Delights.
The boy rested his head onto his weary knees, and began to weep.
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Peter eyed the dancing flames of the camp fire. Memories of his brother flowing uncensored through his mind. The championship football (A/N: As in soccer in America) match he and Edmund's team had won when he was 13, an 8 year old Edmund's eyes downcast as the team sang and danced around the elder Penvensie, leave it to him to score the winning goal of the game. No one said a word to Edmund. No one sang or danced around him, no hugs were given, no high fives exchanged, no words of encouragement spoken, for Edmund had not scored a single goal.
His 12th birthday party. While he and the rest of his mates entertained themselves with kill the carrier and cake, Edmund had been playing outside and got bitten by the neighbor's dog. Peter could still see the awful gash, staining his porcelain skin scarlet. And Peter could still remember how he continued the festivities of his party with almost no second thought.
The fire was now beginning to die down, the embers still desperately attempting to return to their former glory. But all great things had to come to an end.
Even fires had to die.
"You think you're Dad, but your not!"
Edmund, I've failed you. I've failed you as a brother, as a friend, as a confidant. You're in her clutches because of me; you're suffering because of me. Because I was to damn stupid to see you're pain. To give you a hug after our football match, to take a second from my party to make sure my baby brother wasn't hurt too bad. I have failed so many times, but I swear to God, this time I will make it right.
"Peter, you need to get some sleep, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. We're going to see Aslan, so you don't want to look sleepy!" Lucy's eyes were bright and shinning, even at this ungodly time of night.
"I will, give me minute Lu, let me just get some more firewood."
"But Peter, it's dangerous…"
"I know Lu."
Lucy watched her elder brother walk toward the woods, her eyes shifting to the large pile of wood snuggled by the crackling embers.
Peter took one last look behind him, watching Lucy's eyes wander away from him. There was no turning back now. He was going to make this right.
No matter what it took.
Ehards29: What is our foolish little Peter going to get himself into? You're going to have to wait and find out.
I feel sort of bad making Peter seem so callous to his baby bro in his flashbacks, but judging from the movie, I got the feeling that Peter didn't get why Edmund was mad at him, that he didn't understand that Edmund felt overshadowed by him.
Okay so here it goes….REVIEW PLEASE! Nothing makes me happier than to see my email filled up with adoring fans reviews. Wow, that didn't make me sound conceded or anything. Haaha…but seriously, it would be much appreciated. Thanks!
