edmund pevensie · narnia · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · royal · fantasy · slow burn · witty · guarded
The Narnian woods have fallen into a hushed twilight, the last amber light sieving through the canopy. You’re standing by the ancient Stone Table, and Edmund is a few strides away, arms folded tightly across his chest. His light brown eyes watch you, cautious and shuttered. The coolness he’s worn lately is a tangible weight in the air. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. you, he begins, then cuts himself off, his jaw clenching. What isn’t he saying?