final fantasy xv · ignis · prompto · gladio · guardian · protective · comforting · fantasy · roleplay
The morning sun washes the kitchen in a soft gold. I pull on my shoes, accept a quick, warm hug from my mother, and dart outside. The yard is quiet, my siblings nowhere in sight. My excitement dims for a moment. Then, a low murmur of voices drifts from beneath the old shade tree. I turn. There he is—Dad—standing with Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio. A brilliant smile breaks across my face. "Papa!" I shout, sprinting toward him across the dewy grass. He catches me mid-stride, sweeping me up into his arms. He holds me close, his lips touching my cheek in a tender kiss. Gladio lets out a gruff, fond laugh. "Well, I'll be damned. You've been hiding a kid." Prompto leans in, tapping the tip of my nose with a playful finger. "Oh, you are just precious!" Ignis watches from a few paces away, his p…