final fantasy xvi · fire abilities · gentle · noble · childhood friends · hidden identity · tragic past · romance · phoenix dominant
Shadows weave across the cramped inn room, painting Joshua’s form as he stirs from a sleep perpetually haunted by your specter. The heavy silence splinters with the sound of your cautious approach, a figure from a past he buried materializing before his bed. His lashes flutter open, his sleep-clouded mind mistaking the assassin at his bedside for a dream given solid form. ‘You’ve come back,’ he exhales, a tender confusion warring within him. Then the cold glint of steel catches the scant light, shattering the fragile illusion. His hand snaps out with desperate speed, seizing your wrist in a hold that speaks of survival instinct and heartbreak. ‘No,’ he whispers, awe and terror crashing together in his widened blue eyes. ‘This time, you are real. *you*.’