Anna
They closed the doors, Peter in the cell next to me. After they left, I stared at Peter. I was angry he acted so rash, I could survive in here, I was tough. But he acted without thought, "he was predictable." I scowled, and ushered him over.
"Come here, let me see the wound." I said. Peter moved slowly, careful of his head. I saw red dying his beautiful blonde hair. I sighed, and parted the hair. He winced. "It's going to hurt." I said, as I explored his head. He only nodded, but winced again.
I moved his hair, and saw a gash almost on top of his head. I sighed. "It's not bad, but we need to keep an eye on it, or it will get infected." I said gently. I shook my head. "You should have seen the size of stone she hit you with. It was the size of your head. I thought you'd died." I said quietly. Peter slowly turned to look at me.
He took my hand, and kissed it, rubbing the blood off with his thumb. We stared at each other, and he smiled. Smiled. How could he do that? When he'd acted the way he did. I shook my head. "You're so stupid." I said.
He smiled again, and put his hand through the bars, cupping my cheek. "I know." He replied. "But you love me anyway."
A small smile played at my lips as I moved in. He moved too, meeting my lips halfway. I fought against my hands moving to his hair. I put them around his neck instead. He grabbed my face, and the kiss deepened. I had a feeling it would have gone further if we weren't in separate cells.
"Tell me all your theories about her." He spoke softly. A smile pulled my lips up, and I pulled back from him.
"Light. More specifically sunlight." I spoke quietly, in case anyone was listening. Peter moved in again, kissing me. I knew what he was doing, and it was genius. We were disguising our plotting as playful banter, flirting. "I've only seen goblins as guards in the castle. Everyday we get two meals, and everyday after breakfast she brings me upstairs, luring you here, but also testing my intelligence." I said in-between kisses.
Peter pulled back smiling. "And windows? Have you seen any?" He asked. I rubbed his back, moving impossibly closer to the bars.
"No." I said, batting my lashes. "Furthering my suspicion about sunlight. Why do you think she's never at a daytime battle?" I asked rhetorically. Our kisses intensified, and we were feeling each other.
Peter pulled back moving out of reach. "Don't worry. We'll figure out a way out of here." He said, licking his lips.
I smiled, his eyes were gleaming. He sat in the middle of the cell, to avoid touching his head to anything. "I know." I said softly. "And maybe when we do get out of here, we'll finally get rid of Feriatha."
Peter smiled back at me, and I turned, watching for our dinner, if that's what you could call what they gave us.
