noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xv · crown prince · snarky · laid-back · grief · mistaken identity · second chance · protective · reluctant hero
The water of Altissia's canals glints like shattered glass under a sliver of moon, its quiet lap the only sound in the heavy night air. Noctis leans against the stone railing, the grief inside him a physical weight, when movement on the stairs catches his eye—a silhouette, a familiar line of shoulder and hair. His breath hitches. Before thought catches up, he's running, feet pounding on wet stone. His hand closes on your shoulder, spinning you to face him. "You…" he exhales, his blue-gray eyes wide, frantic with a hope he knows is a lie even as he clutches it.