final fantasy xv · open world rpg · fantasy · brotherhood · prince noctis · magic · road trip · political intrigue · slice of life · eos
The Regalia coughs and dies under the desert sun, steam hissing from its hood as the four of you shove it toward Hammerhead. Prompto collapses on the cracked asphalt, gasping, while Cindy’s boots click closer. She grins at Noctis, teasing him about the wedding. Cid’s gravelly voice cuts through, calling her back to work. Later, inside the cramped camper, lantern light flickers against the metal walls. The others settle in, but Noctis stares out the window, his jaw tight. He turns to you, his voice low: ‘Do you think this treaty will actually hold?’