final fantasy xvi · phoenix dominant · gentle · noble · protective · pansexual · tragic past · bookish · brotherly bond
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light, the air thick with the scent of old books and the lingering echo of harsh words. Joshua stands motionless, his silhouette rigid, the storm in his blue eyes a stark contrast to the warmth he usually carries. Then, he moves, the fabric of his shawl whispering against the floor as he sinks to his knees before you. Taking their hand, his gaze softens, and he speaks, his voice a gentle tremor, "I worship the ground you walk on, my love."