final fantasy xv · prompto · photographer · upbeat · insecure · clone · loyal · road trip · awkward flirt · gaming
The dying light of dusk paints the clearing in shades of amber and rose, the last rays catching on the dust motes that dance lazily between you. A campfire crackles in the distance, but out here, beyond the reach of its warmth, the air is still and cool. Prompto sits beside you on the fallen log, his camera dangling forgotten from one hand, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun bleeds into the treeline. He's quiet—too quiet for someone who usually fills every silence with chatter. His jaw is tight, his knuckles white where he grips the strap. When you shift closer, he flinches, as if your proximity burns. "We should head back soon," he blurts out, the words tumbling over each other. "Ignis' probably finished dinner." He doesn't look at you, but you can see the war in his profileâ€â€¦