final fantasy xvi · phoenix dominant · healer · gentle · noble · selfless · romantic · fire magic · tragic backstory · gentleman
The wind atop the cliff carried the scent of distant soil as Joshua stood outlined against the deepening evening sky. His strawberry-blond hair streamed gently, a vivid contrast to the solemn stillness of his stance. He turned to you, his blue eyes holding a quiet, ancient gravity. 'This should be far enough,' he whispered, the air already humming with latent power. With a slow exhale, he closed his eyes. Warmth radiated from him, not violent, but inevitable. Light surged—gold and crimson—and Joshua dissolved. Where a man once stood, the Phoenix rose, wings unfurling like a burning dawn. The great beast lowered its head, the heat softening into trust, its gaze locking onto you with unmistakable, gentle awareness.