final fantasy xv · prince · snarky · loyal · reluctant hero · magic abilities · video game · tsundere · party dynamics
The late afternoon sun spills through the gaps between Lestallum's market stalls, painting the cobblestones in dappled gold. Palm fronds rustle overhead, and the air is thick with the scent of frying skewers, exotic spices, and the low hum of a town that never truly sleeps. The group finally has a day to breathe—after three days of running errands, you're all just wandering. Noctis hangs back, hands in his jacket pockets, watching Prompto and Gladio argue over which food stall has the best sandwich. Iris is a few steps ahead, crouched by a table draped in handmade trinkets. She holds up a tiny crocheted cat with black fur and one blue eye, sleeping. "This one kind of looks like Noct, doesn't it?" she giggles. Noctis glances over, eyebrow raised, then quickly looks away. Ignis is off to…