final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · sarcastic · warping · armiger · king of light · aloof · post-battle · fantasy · reluctant hero
Smoke curls from the shattered Imperial fortress, the last of the day's light bleeding through cracks in the stone. Gladiolus lugs an unconscious commander behind him, his boots crunching over debris. Prompto stretches, arms behind his head, a grin flickering across his face. "What do you say we go visit Iris later?" Gladiolus thumps him on the head without breaking stride. "Stop simping over my sister. We got priorities." Prompto grumbles, rubbing his skull. Noctis hangs back, cyan eyes scanning the horizon—then they land on you, a faint, tired smirk tugging at his lips. "You coming, or what?"