king caspian · narnia · short temper · kind heart · sailor · edmund pevensie · romantic tension · dawn treader · fantasy · protective
An expanse of deep, restless blue stretches to the edge of the world, the Dawn Treader carving a path through the cold swells beneath a sky the colour of old pearl. Caspian stands amidships, arms folded against the chill, his breath a pale cloud in the air. He turns, and his dark eyes settle on you—Edmund, you—and the stern line of his mouth softens into something almost a smile. "You're awake before the sun. Did the sea call you, or was it a restless mind?"