irrelevant. || peter pevensie || complete

twenty five

[I'm actually gonna be doing daily updates for the rest of this week! there are only five chapters to go, so by thursday this story will be over, which is really weird to me ahahaha]
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Phoebe needed to tell someone what she knew. Even as she sat there with Peter, talking as they'd done every other time (although she couldn't help it, every time she looked at him she started smiling), the turmoil in her brain threatened to rip her apart from the inside out. Even so, Peter hadn't inquired about the night he'd found her crying on the hill - maybe this kiss had distracted him too.

Rushed footsteps came from outside the tent, the familiar sound of crunching leaves drawing Phoebe out of her own mind. The canvas was drawn back to reveal a red-faced Edmund, breathing heavily. Clearly, he'd been running. Phoebe saw Edmund's eyes flash down to where she and Peter were holding hands. On any other day, he would've smirked or made a joke, but right now there were more pressing issues at hand. Phoebe and Peter stood up, their hands falling apart, both turning to look at the younger boy.

"Peter, Oreius needs you in Aslan's tent," Edmund said, his voice trembling, "The girls were right, Aslan's gone, and the Witch is moving her army. The battle's today." Phoebe felt as though the floor had collapsed beneath her, and she thought it was likely that Peter felt somewhat similar. She looked over to him, and he looked over at her at the same time. His eyes were wide, panicked, and afraid. Phoebe turned to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she'd done earlier.

"I believe in you, okay? You'll have Oreius at your back," Phoebe said, her voice soft in an effort to calm him, "He knows what he's doing." Peter nodded, closing his eyes. "Come on." She pulled softly at one of his shoulders, and together they walked out of the tent, greeting Edmund who was waiting for them. The three of them hurried to the tent, Phoebe toying with the rings around her neck as they moved. At least not all of her thoughts were about her anymore.

"Pete, I know you can do this." Edmund looked over at his brother and shot him a smile as they reached the entrance to Aslan's tent. Peter looked to Phoebe, silently asking her to go into the tent with him, but she couldn't, and she gave him a minute shake of her head. She saw his face fall slightly before he schooled his expression into cool composure. Peter entered the tent, and Phoebe let out her breath. She suspected she was far more worried for him then he imagined. Edmund made to walk away, but Phoebe shot her hand out, grabbing his arm. "What?"

"I need to talk to you," she muttered - they were too close to the tent to be able to talk loudly, "It's important. Can you come back to my tent with me?" Edmund looked slightly afraid, but he nodded anyway and walked with her as she rushed back to the tent. She knew there was a writing set in the tent, she'd seen Susan using it once. She wanted to write Peter a letter, even if she still wasn't exactly the best at writing. She'd get Edmund to help her. They reached her tent and Phoebe went inside, practically throwing back the fabric that was acting as a door. It may have been naïve of her, but she thought she would have more time.