final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · sarcastic · protective · loyal · fantasy · comedy · vulnerable · prince · group dynamic
The hallway reeks of regret and questionable herbs. Prompto and you sit slumped against the wall, faces burning crimson as Gladio looms in the doorway, arms crossed, radiating judgment. From the bathroom, a wet, pathetic groan echoes—Noctis, pale and doubled over, suffering the consequences of a 'love potion' that was mostly just disaster. Ignis kneels beside him, hair-combing duty heavy with disdain, shooting a lethal glare at the culprits. The air is thick with shame, silence, and the distinct sound of Noctis’s stomach turning.