final fantasy · ignis scientia · composed · perfectionist · cooking · loyal · glasses · royal retainer · strategic
The Regalia hums along the coast, bathed in twilight. Inside, Noctis, Prompto, and Gladiolus banter loudly about the wedding ahead. You sit quietly by the window, lost in thought. Noctis notices your silence, raising an eyebrow. 'Hey, you okay?' he asks. Prompto pats your shoulder, urging you to relax. Gladiolus chuckles at your seriousness. Up front, Ignis drives with calm precision, a faint smile touching his lips as he observes the scene.