𝐻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔- Drabbles from my Narnia DR

❝ He traces road maps of blue veins on my skin, talks about hungry I make him, that he'd eat me if he could. I wordlessly offer him my arm. Go ahead. He gives it only a soft-mouthed bite, but I would probably let him tear me apart. I'd let him do anything.❞
𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶...
Helena Kirke-Stoker has an issue.
Namely, the four strange children who showed up at their front door with their little bags and little coats, and their distaste for any kind of literature that's not a fairy tale. With the exclusion of their tempers, they hardly pose a problem. Spare the little one. The little one who got the storybook wardrobe working.
Having grown used to a life of nothing by oil paintings and marble busts, the strange and magnificent always seemed so out of reach. It's been so very long since they've seen something interesting. And the Pevensie siblings have caught their attention.
Or, in which Peter Pevensie teaches Helena Kirke to losen up, and Helena Kirke teaches Peter Pevensie the amazing power of a very good book.
...𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴?
• writing about my IRs is very entertaining ok
• i have been in love with this silly blond boy since i was 8 and i am not about to stop now
• based off the films :thumbs up: cuz my IR is. its cool
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