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[allxtted]

The raid was still fresh in Hook's mind only 10, maybe 11, hours after it all went down. He seethed at the thought of seeing the Lost Boys leader and his wild eyes taking and destroying all he wanted of the Nauticus supplies. Not even necessarily pixie dust, but pills, alcohol, and even weird crates of meaningless items like paper and plastic. Clearly a mission to wreak havoc.

The only thing that enraged Hook more was the fact that he was the one sitting in a questioning room now, awaiting making a statement. His hook was taken from him as it was considered a weapon, and he doesn't have a hand to cuff, so instead he's been cuffed to the table.

At least this is an opportunity to pin everything on the Lost Boys. Anything Pevensie thinks he has on Nauticus can be deflected. That is, if Hook doesn't let his anger get the better of him.

"Sheriff." He greets coldly as the man finally enters.

@peterpevensiegc

[peterpevensiegc]

This is the moment he had been waiting for. At once both the culmination of his entire career thus far and the bold overture of a young man who has come to prove that he practices what he preaches. When Peter had first campaigned for the position of sheriff, he had done so upon the promise that he would be the one to finally take a firm stance against and act upon the rampant, unchecked criminal activity that has overrun their town, and this is him now, acting.

But to challenge the established order is a dangerous endeavour, and one that does not come without consequences. The reason why he could not be the one to escort the owner of Nauticus to the interrogation room himself, as he would have wished to, is because he had been injured during the assault, grazed by a bullet while leading the initial charge only hours ago — which had necessitated that he, after securing the premises and carrying out initial searches and apprehensions, step away from the action in order to seek medical attention.

This is why he returns to the precinct only now, a bandaged wound carefully concealed beneath the layers of his uniform and coat as he walks into the room with an authority and a confidence beyond his years, appearing unfazed by the cold welcome he receives and the sight of the man before him — a man who, if he were to hazard a guess, is not used to being regarded by anyone without fear or awe.

“James Hook, is it? I do not believe we have ever been formally introduced. I am Sheriff Pevensie. Peter Pevensie. Now, are you ready to begin?”

@allxtted

[justedmnd]

There's a stale air that follows Peter after Edmund has posed the question - they're acting far too normal about all of this. Edmund's taking time out of his morning to come see his brother, who he already sees very regularly, and is checking in every few hours to make sure Peter's not rushing into some other act that's going to put his life on the line. The ticking of the clock brings a deafening awareness of every hour of the working day, thinking of how the town they currently call home might come out of this after the dust has settled. And though he won't say it, Ed's beginning the suspect his brother's button down and slacks are covering fresh scabs from the confrontation.

They don't speak of it though, because rather than asking something more direct about Peter's condition or his duty to the town, Ed is serving his brother up a paper cup of coffee and giving him a fond roll of his eyes.

"Decent. Complicated," Far more so after the raid than was typical, but Edmund wasn't opposed to the hiccups that kept his job interesting. More work, more being needed. Neither of those things were a detriment to him, even if they were stressful, "The council, the mayor's circle - well, that's who I see on the daily, but I think this goes for everyone - they're on edge. No one wants to be first to say the wrong thing."

And speaking of saying the wrong thing, Peter is obviously on edge too. Their family is very much included in that "everyone", even when it's not convenient to acknowledge. It's only Ed's first few years into building a career and there's suddenly lots of eyes on his politician clients. Questions about who has shaken hands with who, who's been photographed making deals with who. In a small town like Godscobh, the news kept track of everything, which meant he had to as well.

"I'm sure you've noticed the same," Though Edmund did trust his brother, there weren't many more in this very building that he'd say the same for. It paid to be suspicious in Godscobh, that much was clear. That said, his work wasn't so much about trust as it was about strategy and producing results, much like the Sheriff's, "What does duty call you to do today, then?"

[peterpevensiegc]

Even if neither one of them dares to voice these thoughts aloud, Peter knows that Edmund has come to see him because he is worried about him. It is a conflicting experience for him, to say the least of it, knowing that one of his own younger siblings is concerned with his safety. It is one thing for Peter to acknowledge and accept this concern from Susan, who is much closer to him in age and with whom he had always formed a united front in regards to their duties as to their family — but from Edmund?

Edmund, whom he had always had such a contentious and strained relationship with? Edmund, whom he cannot talk to? Whom he could never just simply talk to?

Without a word, he raises the cup of coffee that is offered to him to his lips and drinks. The bitterness of the drink is rivaled only by the bitterness of the picture painted by Edmund’s words of a heavy tension in the air, not only in between the two of them but that hangs over all the citizens of Godscobh — a dense fog of uncertainty and apprehension that had gripped their hearts and minds since the day of the raid. Peter’s raid.

It occurs to him, for a brief and fleeting moment, to ask if his brother believes that he had done the right thing. To be affirmed by someone who is close to him, someone who knows him, that his judgement had not been compromised. That to make the choice to act is better than to make no choice at all, even if in the moment, things may seem to be more chaotic and unstable than ever. That he had done well. For once in his life, Peter needs someone to tell him that he was doing well — but those words die before they ever reach his lips.

He would not ask that of him. Not of his baby brother, who has not yet seen just how difficult life can truly be. Yes, Peter can trust Edmund — or, at least, Peter wants to believe that he can trust Edmund — but he will not ask for his support when he is the one meant to support him.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, and he will not ask that his brother share the weight of that responsibility with him. That is a burden all his own.

“Well… Only just today, I received notice that the judge has granted me the search and seizure warrant I had requested in the aftermath of our operation, therefore the plan is that I return to the scene and provide on-site security and support to our CSI unit while my men search every last inch of that harbour.”

Conveniently, Peter elects not to mention why there may be a need for said security in the first place. There is no need to exacerbate whatever concerns his little brother has about him.

@justedmnd

[spendfcrever]

The caution with which Elinor creaked open the door was quickly replaced by a soft smile, humored by how Peter leapt into action to make things presentable. As if they were the one who needed help right now, and not the man who'd just carried out the largest shakedown the town had seen in decades. The place was, admittedly, a mess, but Elinor knew well what organized chaos looked like. It was a wonder that he didn't knock over any of the piles in the pursuit of pulling out a chair.

The thought occurs to Elinor that they'd never actually been this far into the sheriff's office. They'd actually feel quite uneasy about it if not for the fact that it's Peter's office too. There are little things about the space that feel very unique to him; photos of his brother and sisters on the desk, and was that a medal or two adorning his wall? Likely awarded for great bravery or accomplishments - Elinor wonders if he'd won them before or after they'd stopped talking.

"Well, actually it's more than a few things. I won't be long though," They hadn't planned on staying long, that is. But then Peter is telling them to take a seat, and Elinor feels beholden to do exactly as he says, sitting awkwardly and quickly even as he stands.

They maneuver a plastic crate in front of the seat, the kind with a long handle and wheels so that Elinor didn't have to carry their teaching and/or protest supplies everywhere on their back. Instead of world maps and textbooks inside though, they lifted the plastic lid to show three large glass oven dishes stacked inside, "I wasn't troubled, really, but I know you and I know you are probably living off of caffeine and willpower right now. So I just wanted to do something that might make your life easier. They're, um, meal prepping."

Once they're sitting, Elinor feels somehow like the gesture is too small, and maybe even a little inappropriate? Was is embarrassing to come all the way here with frozen soup and casseroles? Was it also a betrayal of Tinley, who'd been questioned to no end about her involvement? And what about the legality, if Elinor might have to testify on their own student's alibis or character soon? There were quite a few thoughts swirling now that Elinor looked Peter in the eyes, causing a ripple of panic to come up their throat.

"And I know you already have family here that checks in on you, but seeing how the last few weeks have been pretty unorthodox, I just... wanted to do my part to think of what you're going through." It's what a good friend would do, Elinor thinks but doesn't say.

[peterpevensiegc]

There are certain moments in life in which a single, small occurrence seems to throw the entire world off its axis, and that is how it feels for Peter to be greeted with Elinor’s presence in his office now. As though everything that had been known and comforting and familiar to him about this environment has just shifted a little bit to the left — not enough to bring him significant pause or make him hesitate in any meaningful way, but just enough to throw him. Just enough to bring him to the realisation that this is the first time they have ever visited him here. The first time these most important facets of his life, the strictly professional and the intimately personal, have truly collided.

When he watches as they lower themselves onto the seat that has been offered to them, he cannot help but to notice just how small they seem to be here. Meek and stiff and uncomfortable.

It brings him to wondering, for a brief moment, just how they might see him now, and if he is the reason for their unease. Has he come so far from the man he had once been, from the man they had known so well, that all they can see him as now is not as Peter Pevensie, their friend, but as Sheriff Pevensie, the man responsible for the sudden chaos and upheaval faced by their community in these past weeks? Have they started to resent him for the part he has played in the raid, for being the one to organise it in the first place, when he knows they believe the solution to the rampant crime in their streets to be a peaceful one?

These thoughts are swiftly interrupted as they push forth the container that had been carrying with them and crack open the lid to reveal… carefully wrapped portions of food. Homemade food, as he can immediately tell. For a long moment, all he can do is blink down at it, stunned into silence, as he finds himself attempting to remember how long  it has been, actually, since he has had a proper meal. Days, surely.

“Elinor…” Peter starts, before allowing his words to trail off. He doesn’t know what to say. How he could possibly express his gratitude towards them. Words always seem to fail him when he needs them the most, particularly so when the matter concerns his own feelings. 

More than anything else, he does not know how to express how touched he is that they had thought of him. That he still inspires enough affection in them, enough fondness to bring them here, late at night when he is sure they would rather be comfortable at home, only to extend to him this kindness and ensure that he does not neglect himself for his duty, as he is wont to do.

A thank you does not seem adequate enough — nothing seems adequate enough, grateful enough — but it’s all he has.

“Elinor, this is immensely thoughtful of you. I don’t know what to say other than… to thank you. Truly. Thank you.”

@spendfcrever

[peterpevensiegc]

Godscobh Task #01 — Peter Pevensie’s Social Media

In one word, Peter’s social media presence is casual.

As a public servant and the highest authority in law enforcement in Godscobh, Peter feels that part of his duty is to maintain a very prim and proper attitude when it comes to all public-facing aspects of his life and presenting himself with the utmost professionalism — which means, to him, that he ideally should have very little interaction with social media as a whole. This ideal becomes quite simple to achieve when there is not nearly enough time in his day to day life for him to concern himself with something he personally finds as trivial and shallow as the entire concept of seeking virtual attention and validation. The only presence of his you will find on any social media app is an understated personal Instagram account, created to fulfill the role of what is, for all intents and purposes, a digital photo album of his experiences. In it, you will find simple photographs depicting the rare and precious moments of leisure in his life — A celebratory dinner with his family, an outing with friends, a day at the beach in the summer. Memories of joy he can return to and look fondly on at a later date, to remind himself of what all that he does is for. All his apps, as well as his personal schedule, alarms, contacts and reminders, remain on his personal phone, which he abstains from using while on duty save for the most dire of emergencies. Peter’s second phone, a work-issued smartphone, is reserved to be used only when he is on the field and is kept on or near to his person at all times, as it holds privileged access to secure law enforcement databases and confidential information about ongoing investigations.

[justedmnd]

Unlike everyone else in this god forsaken town, Edmund actually was not surprised one bit about the events of the gang war several weeks ago. Not that he'd known about the police's plans, or even really ever paid much attention to the Nauticus, but he had lived with Peter nearly his whole life. Obviously the golden son had been planning his take down in the most strategic and militaristic way possible, with just a touch of recklessness that made everyone around him wracked with worry. And obviously it was only a matter of time before the guns went off and the lights went out in a town this divided by corruption. Edmund had quite a lot of faith in his brother coming out with nary a scratch, though. As always.

Conversely, Edmund did not have the same faith in this town. There were many things he liked about America in a general sense. He felt an almost joyful relief upon doing things like meeting new people here, becoming a stronger leader in a land where he felt potential all around him. The chance to be his own man was both a comfort and a temptation ever-present in the back of his mind. Only threatened, understandably, by the constant risk this town put them in.

Godscobh was not a shining city of opportunity, far from it. And there's the rub, Ed felt, because while it was exciting and adventurous to be here, it also felt like something was sucking away at the goodness he'd always seen in his brother. That was more obvious than anything.

"You look better today," Edmund had taken to dropping off boxes of coffee for the sheriff's office the past several mornings, since it was close to city hall anyways, "Finally go back home instead of sleeping in your office?"

@peterpevensiegc

[peterpevensiegc]

While it is not necessarily in Peter’s nature, he thinks, to keep secrets from his family, none of them had known what his intentions had been on the night that he and his officers had finally engaged, for the first time, in an incursion against the organized crime in this town. All he had said to them is that he would be working late that night and that he was truly sorry for not being free to celebrate the New Year with them, but that he promised he would make it up to them later — that they would all celebrate together another night.

The next morning, when he had stumbled back to his room with the sound of a firefight still ringing in his ears, the scent of gunpowder lingering on his hands and a nasty gash on his arm, courtesy of a stray bullet that had grazed him during the chaos, he had tried to keep them from that, as well.

Susan had found him, of course, and rightfully read him the riot act for his recklessness — but still, she had helped him clean himself up and seen to his wounds, and both of them had kept this secret from their younger siblings. Edmund and Lucy had enough to worry about without needing to concern themselves with the safety of their older brother. 

This is why he does what he does, after all — so that this town may become a better place, a safer place for them.

Greeting his brother with a stiff incline of his head and a hand that rubs the back of his own sore neck, Peter nods in assent. “For a few hours, at least. I try to come back every night, but duty calls. This is where I am most needed now.”

There’s a small pause, then, as he stops to think about what he’s just said. That he tries to come home every night. When had been the last time he had seen Edmund, lately? Lucy? With all he has needed to do, all he has felt he must do, it has become harder and harder for him to make the time to see his own family. This realisation makes him feel guilty. Guilty enough to say something, where he might have otherwise allowed this conversation to lie.

“What of you? How have things been for you, Ed?”

@justedmnd

[spendfcrever]

When Elinor had heard about the raid on New Year's, they honestly hadn't thought it was too different from a hundreds of other times police in this town claimed they were doing something about general crime levels. After living in Godscobh their whole life, and seeing all sides of it, the teacher chalked quite a lot of the news stories about gang violence up to a fundamental misunderstanding of the underlying causes of addiction, economic disparity, and criminal deviance that plagued their town. After all, before Peter led the force, the police were just as known for their meaningless showboating of power as the fabled "Crocs".

It was a few days after the fact that word started spreading around the town about just violent nasty things had gotten. News stories and interviews with the council finally going out, informing everyone that this wasn't just a neighborhood spat, but an implosion of two large gangs breaking into a fight, made all the more volatile by the investigation that had long been planned into one James Hook. Good that someone was finally looking into him, but disastrous that all the action had converged like that.

It was the most chaotic Elinor had ever seen the town, and after their car getting followed for the better part of an hour the other day? The teacher could feel a shift happening. Peter's force actually stopping some sales of pixie dust showed a distinct difference in how the town felt toward their primary commodity. Danger felt present at everyone's doorstep all of a sudden. On the other hand, it was known that many of these so-called "Lost Boys" and "Crocs" were a product of the failing foster system in Godscobh. Elinor couldn't even care about their own run-in once they started thinking about those who'd been shot at, apprehended, or worse. Though it wasn't their place to look into student backgrounds, they knew a few in their class who hadn't been to school since that night... and hoped against hope they'd just been out sick.

Elinor went to Peter's side the very moment they could, a weekend that felt unbelievably short in the grand scheme of the school's finals schedule and everything that had been happening in town.

"Peter? Hello, hi, do you have a moment?" The teacher knocked quietly on the door to the Sheriff's private office, sticking their head in since it was ajar. It was late enough in the evening that surely he was packing up work, no? His desk certainly didn't seem like it, but that could probably be expected. It was entirely unprofessional for Elinor to come to his place of work as a friend, but they would've continued to worry sick if they didn't get some confirmation he was okay, "I have a few things for you."

@peterpevensiegc

[peterpevensiegc]

When the word of the sudden rise in tensions and the unexpected conflict between the two rival gangs that claim to fight for control of this town and the subsequent police operation that had ensued on the night of the New Year had broke, anyone with even a passive knowledge of Sheriff Peter Pevensie should have been able to understand, at once, that this had been his handiwork.

It had been an investigation led by Peter himself that had first given him the inkling that something of importance might come to pass on the docks that evening, it had been his initiative to prepare his officers and the precinct for an incursion and it had been him leading the charge once chaos had erupted between the fugitives and the law, and he could not be prouder of what they had accomplished then and what they are still pursuing — but accomplishing more than any Sheriff in the history of this town ever has also entails working harder than any of them ever have, which is why he finds himself here, now: In his office, after hours, still parsing through handwritten reports and files upon files of evidence, well past the time where most officers under his command had since retired to their homes at the end of their shifts.

As the head of the precinct, he should have been home hours ago. No one would have begrudged him or thought any lesser of him as a man or leader if he had simply left once his shift had ended, but Peter could never be satisfied with that. Not when there was still so much work to be done, work that could, perhaps, wait until the morning, but should not wait — laboratory reports of the illegal substances they had apprehended, eyewitness accounts of the raid, what precious few documents they had apprehended containing addresses, names, links towards other ongoing investigations being carried out by his department.

That is when he hears a familiar voice softly call out for him and he finds himself at once rising from his seat in order to greet them properly, his eyes and voice betraying the surprise he feels to see them here:

“Elinor — Of course. Please, come in. Take a seat.” Peter invites, stepping around his crowded desk in order to pull their chair for them before sitting back down himself. It truly does stun him to see them here — why were they up so late, and on a school night, no less? That is when he finds himself reminded that it must be the weekend already, and that this is not the first occasion in which he has lost track of time in the days following the raid.

Clearing his throat, he continues, “What brings you here so late? Has something troubled you? How may I help?”

@spendfcrever

[acommonfairy]

We are on the same side. Tinley actually snorts at that. She doesn't know what's worse: him saying that to trick her into cooperation, or him being delusional enough to truly believe it.

His earnestness makes her uncomfortable, and she doesn't trust it. The more he tries to be sincere, the more she wants to run in the opposite direction.

"What, are you going to bake me cookies?" She laughs, shaking her head. "We don't have to commence with all the pageantry, where you pretend like you care about me beyond the assistance I'll provide in your investigation, and I pretend like I believe you. You're kind of in the wrong field for me to trust you have good intentions, chief."

[peterpevensiegc]

“I may not know what you have been told about me before or what your experiences have led you to expect from a man in my position, Miss Bell, but I assure you: You have not met my like before. As far as I am concerned, you are a citizen of Godscobh as any other, therefore it is my responsibility to be certain that you are well taken care of when in my custody — regardless of what you may or may not have done.”

Peter allows these words to linger in the air between them for a moment before politely averting his gaze, granting her a respite from his gaze so that she, hopefully, may come to feel less watched and scrutinized. If she does not wish to accept the olive branches that he has offered her, he will not insist upon it any further and will proceed with the interrogation as intended — that does not mean he wishes her to be uncomfortable, however.

“I would like to begin my questioning by asking you to state your full name and your whereabouts on the night of the New Year, if you please.”

@acommonfairy

[swanprncess]

Odette listens intently as Peter walks through the damage, her brows furrowed. She’s relieved to hear that their security system at least helped in the end. Though it’s still not something she wants getting out. What an advertisement that would make. Your house might get broken into, but at least the security system could scare them off!

She rubs at her temples. This whole situation is a headache. They still need to search the grounds for evidence and she has to get someone out there to replace the knob and the glass, all without garnering any attention.

Light from the early morning sun reflects off the colored glass on the ground, and she frowns at it. She’d liked that mosaic, but now it will probably need to be replaced with something simpler for the sake of efficiency.  

At least she knows Peter will keep this as quiet as possible. She gives him a grateful smile. “Thank you for your discretion.”

The question about pressing charges isn’t really a question, since she knows exactly how her father would respond: press charges and deter the trespasser from causing any future damage. He’d also throw in a line about security being one of the pillars of Callaway Realty. It might open the door a little wider toward the risk of people finding out, but she trusts Peter will keep that risk minimal.

“Yes,” she says, nodding. “I think we’d like to press charges. And I can get you the property's security tapes.”

[peterpevensiegc]

As she expresses her gratitude for his discretion, he merely inclines his head respectfully as a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Much as she has come to know him intimately enough to place her trust in him and know that he will deal with this unfortunate situation expeditiously and without drawing any undue attention to it, he would say that he has come to know her intimately enough to already be certain of what her answer will be before she even gives it to him — that what matters to her most in this situation is the well-being of the estates under her management and her family’s company, both of which he is more than disposed to protect, for her sake.

“Your wish is my command, Miss Callaway,” Peter answers her with a charming smile. “I will see to it myself that this case is pursued and handled with the utmost discretion and care. Your property’s security footage would be invaluable to our investigation, if you would be so kind as to provide us with the tapes later. For now, all we can do is to allow my officers to sweep the premises thoroughly and collect all the evidence they can. They will inform me as soon as they are done, so that I can give you permission to call a repairman to see to the damage that has been done.”

“In the meantime…” The Sheriff allows his posture to relax a little as he meets her eyes. “ It would be best if we did not disturb the scene of the crime any further. Would you care for a coffee? It would be my treat, of course. I imagine this breaking and entering must have interrupted your morning quite rudely, and I should like to make that right, if you would allow me to.”

@swanprncess

[peterpevensiegc]

🌺 from sophia :D

what i like about… sophia majorelle.

“I have a great deal of sympathy for Miss Majorelle. I believe her to be bright, charitable and capable beyond her years, a significant positive influence in our community — but I must admit that I cannot help but to find myself concerned for her, at times.

It is clear to see that the vast wealth at her disposal could not be in better hands, what with how much she has contributed to the care of the most needy and vulnerable populations of our town in recent years, but I do worry about what the weight of such self-imposed responsibility feels like on the shoulders of such a young girl.

I have done my best to position myself as a trustworthy adult in her life upon whom she can rely on, should the need for that ever arise. Anyone who is as willing to uplift others as she is deserves to have someone who will uplift her, in turn.”

[peterpevensiegc]

hot chocolate, vanilla latte, mint tea

hot chocolate: are you an affectionate person?

“Unfortunately no, I would not say that, although perhaps I should attempt to be so. I am aware that I could perhaps stand to be… softer around the edges, in some respects. I would like to believe that I am adequately affectionate towards my family — I would never deny Lu a hug if she were ever in need of one, and Su and I are quite comfortable with one another — but am I certain that is enough? No. I am not.”

vanilla latte: board games or drinking games?

“Board games, without a doubt. My experience with drinking games has been… limited, to say the least of it, but I doubt there exists a single one that could ever compare to the unmatched drama and stakes a single game of Monopoly with one’s family can elicit.”

mint tea: how do you relax?

“Physical activity, more often than not. A light jog, an hour or two spent at the gym after a long day at work, a sparring session between myself and an opponent of my own imagination with a sword in hand in my own back garden. There is nothing else in the world quite as satisfying.”

[peterpevensiegc]

mocha and jasmine tea

mocha: dream job?

“Nowadays, I am confident and self-assured in saying that I am fortunate enough to be exercising my dream job. There is no higher calling for me, at present, than the one that drew me to become the Sheriff of Godscobh — to serve this town and its citizens to the best of my abilities and to lead by example as a man of stalwart moral character and nothing but the utmost integrity and dedication to the well-being my community. This dream, however, came about only by virtue of mine and my family’s arrival here. Before then, in England, my dream had been another, and perhaps in a few years, my dream will be different yet again. I cannot claim to know what the future holds for me — All I know is that I will always go where I feel my duty bids me to.”

jasmine tea: if you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

“For as much as I have come to love and see Godscobh as my new home, I cannot deny that I should like to see Finchley again, one day. To return to London, my old stomping grounds, as the man I am today. To take the train westward in order to pay a visit to an old family friend, Professor Digory Kirke, at his country estate and to show him what I have made of myself in my adulthood — what I owe to his guidance, in my youth.”

[peterpevensiegc]

iced lemon tea, rose hip tea !

iced lemon tea: favorite song/band?

“My favourite band is a brother and sister duo who call themselves The Oh Hellos. Their music has a… nostalgic quality to it, in my eyes, for reasons I can scarcely explain. I suppose they remind me of a better time. A simpler time. Of long summer days in my youth, where my siblings and I would crown ourselves kings and queens in our own imaginations. Bygone days, of course — but fond memories, nonetheless.

I cannot say I have any one singular favourite song of theirs — or rather, I do, but this is an answer that will always change over time. It heavily depends on how I currently feel. On what has been on my mind of late. At the moment, my favourite is a song called ‘Bitter Water’ from their album ‘Dear Wormwood’. That album has always been my favourite of theirs.”

rose hip tea: describe your first kiss.

“Well, now. I will be certain to come back and inform you when it happens.”

[peterpevensiegc]

flat white, pumpkin spice, iced chocolate !

flat white: coffee or tea?

“What manner of Englishman would I be, truly, if I were to say anything else than tea? I am most partial to Earl Grey, myself, with steamed milk, a hint of vanilla and a dollop of honey to sweeten the taste. I brew a fresh pot for myself and my siblings before leaving the house every morning, and always bring a cup with me on my way to work. I simply could not start my day without it.”

pumpkin spice: dream car?

“Now, I have never much thought of myself as the type of man to dream about cars, but we all have our fantasies. Mine include vintage models — Popular post-war British sports cars, such as the Jaguar XK120. You can never go wrong with a classic.”

iced chocolate: do you have a crush on someone?

“That’s quite an invasive question, don’t you think? I have far more pressing concerns in my day to day life to deal with than that.”

[acommonfairy]

“what's it gonna take for you to trust me?” from @peterpevensiegc

If Tinley wasn't growing bored of their little game—Peter asking questions, Tinley sticking to an arsenal of deflection, denial, and sarcasm—she would have laughed in incredulity at the idea of trusting Peter Pevensie. That day would likely never come.

She titled her head, maintaining her clear "I don't want to be here and I certainly don't respect you" posture of sitting back in the cold, supremely uncomfortable, metal chair, arms crossed. "I don't know, Sheriff, maybe for you to quit your job?" She looked around with a raised brow. "I'm in an interrogation room. Sorry I'm not feeling all warm and fuzzy about you. But if you give me a heads up, I'll try to remember my Plays Well With Others Side next time you bring me in." With that, she offered a cheeky, insincere grin.

[peterpevensiegc]

“Once again, Miss Bell,” Peter begins, with the patiently exasperated tone of a tired father. “I am not your enemy here. I truly do believe we are on the same side — All I ask of you is your cooperation and understanding. The sooner you and I can come to an agreement, the sooner you will be free to go.”

With that, he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in order to assuage the headache he feels oncoming before leaning forward in his seat and raising his gaze toward her own, sarcasm and insincerity met with sobering and earnest concern.

“Is there anything I could do to make you a little more comfortable while we speak? Would you like a refreshment, something to eat? What must I do to prove to you my good intentions? Surely you are as tired as I am of running in circles, now.”

@acommonfairy

[peterpevensiegc]

🌺 for elinor !

what i like about… elinor frell.

“Elinor Frell was one of the first people I met after my family and I arrived at Godscobh, and they were… well, the first person to make me believe that perhaps this town could be a home for us.

We were much closer, then. There was a time in which I believed we would always be as close.

They have many qualities of which I could speak of: They are compassionate, they are outspoken, they are deeply caring, but if I had to choose but one word with which to describe Elinor, I’d say that word would be dedication.

In all my life, I have never come across any other who is half as dedicated to championing their causes as they are, anyone else who would dare to take up arms against anything they perceive as an injustice, as a slight against the greater good — even if they are the only one to do so.

It takes a tremendous amount of courage to stand for something, I believe, and they are braver than they know.”

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🌺 for harriet !

what i like about… harriet pavo.

“If you had asked me what I do not like about Dr. Pavo, the answer would have been much simpler and much shorter: Next to nothing. To me, Harriet is more than someone I work alongside of, more than a mentor or a colleague, more than a woman — she is an inspiration, for myself and for our community.

I admire her, I believe, perhaps more than I have ever admired any other. She is beautiful, graceful and elegant. Always the first person you will notice in any room she is in. There is a certain magnetism to her presence that is simply undeniable. A gravity. It cannot help but to draw you in.

I often find myself in awe of her strength, her confidence, her sound judgement and her absolute unwavering devotion to her daughters and family. I see much of myself in her. I hope to prove to her, someday, that the faith she has put in me is not unfounded.”

[peterpevensiegc]

☎ from Hannah (And Sophia if you're up for it <3)

NAME: Miss Hannah Fowl

RINGTONE: “Soap”

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

Fuck off. Go be someone else’s hero.

LAST TEXT SENT:

Did you get home okay?

NAME: Sophia Majorelle

RINGTONE: “This Will End”

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

No! Thank you again, Mr. Peter!

LAST TEXT SENT:

Is there anything else I can do for you?