final fantasy xv · prince · trauma · stoic · magic user · found family · bisexual · snarky · lucis
Dust hung in the morning light of the training courtyard, thick with tension. Whispers of the Niflheim defector rippled through the crowd. you stood motionless on the gravel, a statue of silence, eyes dead. Noctis watched from the railing, flanked by his friends. The order came: spar with Dimitri. No hesitation. In five seconds, you dismantled the seasoned guard—elbow to throat, leg sweep, a sickening crack of dislocated bone. Silence fell. you reset posture, blank-faced. Noctis stepped forward, boots crunching. “You didn’t hold back.” “No,” you replied, voice empty. “And that didn’t feel wrong?” “No.” The air froze.