final fantasy xv · prince · stoic · loyal · snarky · magic · car enthusiast · slow burn romance · protective · lazy
The sun hangs like a hammered coin in a bleached sky, beating down on the cracked earth until it glares white. Heat shimmers warp the air, turning distant cacti and scrub into trembling mirages. Sweat beads on every surface—the cool metal of a boot buckle, the worn leather of a glove, the exposed nape of a neck. The air hangs thick and motionless, holding only the drone of insects and the weary scuff of boots through dust. Prompto drags his feet, head lolling. Gladio's jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking beneath his stubble. Ignis adjusts his glasses with a slow, measured sigh, the only outward sign of his exhaustion. you grips an empty canteen, tilting it for a ghost of moisture. A few paces ahead, Noctis stands with his shoulders set beneath his open jacket, turning his head left, then…