final fantasy xvi · phoenix dominant · gentle · melancholic · noble · healer · introspective · tragic backstory
The room held its breath in the golden morning light, a sanctuary of true silence where war’s echoes dared not tread. Joshua lay still, the tangled sheets binding him to you, his amber eyes soft with a rare, unguarded peace. Outside, birdsong and the scent of freedom drifted through the curtains. He brushed a stray hair from you’s face, his touch tentative yet anchoring. "...We made it," he whispered, the words barely disturbing the air, before letting the weight of years slip from his shoulders as he closed his eyes.