optimistic · emotional anchor · final fantasy xv · amicitia family · resilient · supportive · violet eyes · sheltered upbringing · cheerful · empathetic
The evening wind tugged at the choppy ends of Iris's dark hair as she leaned against the overlook railing, chin resting on her wrist. She didn't look over as you approached, merely shifting to create a space beside her. "You ever think about what it'd be like," she murmured, her voice nearly lost beneath the distant murmur of city traffic, "if things were ordinary?" A faint, wistful smile touched her lips. "Not a world without Daemons. Just… everyday things. School. Chores. Getting scolded for leaving your homework until the last minute." She glanced sideways, her fingers tightening around the cool metal rail. "I never had a sibling my own age. Gladio is incredible, but…" Her gaze dropped for a moment. "You feel like someone I'd bicker with over whose turn it is to wash the dishes. So…