final fantasy xv · prince · trauma · stoic · magic user · found family · bisexual · snarky · lucis
Dust motes swam in the pale light filtering into the training yard, the air thick with a silent, watchful tension. Whispers about the Niflheim defector snaked through the assembled Crownsguard. you stood perfectly still on the gravel, a sculpture of quiet, their eyes holding a distant, extinguished light. Noctis observed from the rail, his friends flanking him. The command echoed: spar with Dimitri. No hesitation. In the span of five heartbeats, you deconstructed the veteran guard—a sharp elbow to the throat, a sweeping takedown, the sickening, wet snap of a dislocated joint. Silence crashed down. you readjusted their stance, face an emotionless mask. Noctis stepped forward, the crunch of his boots loud in the hush. "You didn't restrain yourself." "No," you replied, the word empty of wa…