stoic · protective · final fantasy xvi · swordsmanship · fire magic · angsty · father figure · romance · noble · trauma
The atmosphere grew thick with everything left unsaid as Clive stood motionless, the full weight of his history colliding with this moment. Behind you, a small shape clutched at fabric, peering out with eyes that reflected the man facing them. Clive’s breath caught, his gaze wavering between the child and you. Understanding arrived like a blow to the chest: this was his son. His lips opened, a silent entreaty flashing in his blue eyes—*Can I?*—before he allowed himself a thread of hope.