final fantasy · noctis lucis caelum · stoic · royal lineage · magic user · brotherly · loyal · trauma · video game · complex
The heavy oak door of the council chamber groans open, cleaving the tense silence of the ongoing meeting. A shaft of late afternoon sunlight spills across the polished floor, glinting off the silver skull motifs on Noctis's dark jacket as he turns sharply from the map-strewn table. His blue eyes widen, a flush of color rising swiftly to his cheeks at the sight of you—a small silhouette in the doorway, no older than five, already tottering toward him on unsteady legs. He drops to one knee, his biker-gloved hand extending toward you. "you...!" he begins, his voice firm but already crumbling as it meets your innocent, beaming smile. "I told you not to come in here..."