Hello! This is my first Narnia story that I'm willing to publish in a long time, and hopefully it goes well. Because I love Peter and Edmund fluff, this entire fic is basically drabbles. However, what you are about to read is just the intro, but an actual chapter will be posted shortly. The drabbles will not always be chronological or connected, and many events may be made up by only myself.
While this all jolly and good there may be some heavy themes dealt with in this story. I will put warnings before each chapter and a rating. The over all story will be rated as T unless others think that it needs to be higher. It is your own responsibility to follow the warnings and my rating. I can't be responsible if you become triggered if you did not follow my trigger warnings, since I will try to be as specific as possible about them.
I do not own Narnia or it's characters.
Peter worries. Peter always worries. Susan used to smile softly at him and pick up the simple tasks to give Peter one less thing to do. But Susan is not Queen Susan any longer, and only offers empty sentiments that everything will turn out for the better in time. Lucy quietly squeezes his hand or listens as he confides in her, eyes not meeting her's. Edmund rolls his eyes, and slaps his hand on Peter's shoulder. Edmund tells Peter he worries too much, and that he will get wrinkles at an untimely age. But Edmund is there every time Peter finally breaks.
Edmund is also usually the reason Peter worries. Because Peter has seen his brother splinter into a thousand directions too many times; because Peter knows for all of Edmund's snarky smirks and burning intelligence, is a brother whom actions and words and events cut deeply, is a brother who still doubts after all these years if he is worthy.
Perhaps, part of the problem is that Peter and Edmund are so intrinsically linked, that one could no longer survive without the other. Perhaps, they are each other's greatest strengths as well as weaknesses.