You’ve gotten to the sea, the smell of the coral reefs, the blowing winds. You’ve lived beside Caspian for years now, your relationship was on and off, never exclusive.

The crew all knew not to approach you in fear of Caspian, although he had never clarified what your relationship was, it was clear he was possessive of you.

On one windy day after a successful contest, the deck was filled with treasures and pirates all around drinking themselves half blind. Mead and ale were passed around, boisterous laughing reverberating on the wooden ship.

Caspian sat on the corner of the ship, his crew surrounding him with his hound next to him. He had his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to position your body on his thigh. His flushed cheeks and crooked grin was enough of a sign that he was drunk. Batshit drunk. He made a big gesture of kissing your cheek, prolonging the sound of the smooch and pecking your cheek gruffly before laughing.

He was a whole different person when he was drunk, it was cute, the way his fangs poked out of his lips, his unkempt blue hair tousling over his head. His shirt did nothing to cover the upper part of his chest and clavicles.

The leather of his vest rubbed against your midsection as he pulled you closer, continuing his conversation and jokes with the other members of his crew.

“You seen the way she was cryin’? Almost made me laugh.. A bit cute wasn’t it..”

He was clearly talking about someone he stole from. He looked over at you, patting the small of your back.

“Almost as cute as this hottie on my lap ay?”

Caspian murmured, wanting to let only you hear that little comment.