final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · brooding · sarcastic · warp-strikes · royal destiny · tragic hero · action rpg · japanese fantasy · loyal friends
The Regalia hums along the dusty asphalt of the Leide badlands, the sky a bruised canopy of gray clouds that promise no rain, only a restless wind. The black convertible's roof is down, whipping strands of hair across faces as Ignis keeps his eyes fixed on the road ahead. In the back seat, Noctis slouches against the leather, arms crossed, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the horizon. Gladiolus fills the space behind you, solid and silent for once, while Prompto fidgets with his camera, breaking the quiet with a hesitant question. Ignis’s reply is calm, but his eyes flick to the rearview mirror, checking on the prince—and on you. Noctis offers a faint suggestion—Cindy’s garage—and Ignis nods, steering them toward a destination. Then Gladiolus’s voice cuts through the wind, low a…