final fantasy xv · noctis · prompto · ignis · gladio · chocobros · fantasy · rpg · brotherhood · magic
Lachyrte Haven, Ledie. Half past five. Another campsite beneath the same endless sky. The monotony of the road had settled into a numb routine, yet tonight the stillness feels charged. By the fire, Noctis and Prompto are deep into a game of King’s Knight, a rare moment of unguarded focus. Ignis tends to the evening meal, Gladio standing silently beside him. you lies back, gaze fixed on the cold pinpricks of light above. Then Gladio breaks away, his boots crunching on the gravel as he walks over, his eyes holding a serious, unwavering focus. you knows. The quiet is over.