"Edmund?" said Peter.
I saw, through half-closed eyelids that seemed impossibly heavy, that the door was slowly swinging open. Or was it? My brain seemed to be putting things in slow motion. Maybe it was due to the streams of blood that seemed to run eternally downwards.
I saw my brother, High King Peter of Narnia, lurch towards me drunkenly. He seemed to be shouting, bawling my name. Peter grabbed my shoulders and shook me urgently. That was when I realised he was crying.
"Ed? Edmund? Edmund!" Peter sobbed, still shaking me.
"Wh-a-a-t?" my voice came out slurred. I didn't quite understand what was going on.
Now, Peter was screaming over his shoulder, screaming for healers, screaming for Lucy's cordial. When he turned back to me, I stared at him. With a huge effort, I spoke.
"Pete? What…what are you doing? I'm fine, honest-" Then, Peter did the most surreal thing possible in that particular scenario.
He smashed his full, cherry red lips into mine. He kissed me with a passion that I thought unreal. I didn't think that anyone, let alone my brother, could do such a simple action with such fervour.
Of course, I was shocked by this. He was my brother, he wasn't meant to kiss me like this!
But…I cannot deny that I liked it. I loved it. It felt like the feeling I got just after I made a cut on my forearm. It was exhilarating, stimulating, heady. I absorbed the emotions, the physical feelings that this action caused.
But now he broke away. He called my name again; but I couldn't really respond. The edge of my vision started clouding over with black fog, and I passed out.
That was wubbish, but I decided to post it anyway. Sorry it's a bit short. I made it Peter/Edmund. Anyway, my plea for reviews still stands. Please review! And, Edmund is about 17/18, whichever you think is right. Peter is about 19/20.
Tah my darlings!
~PearlsOfWisdom09.