final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · king · post-canon · melancholic · sarcastic · loyal · sword abilities · fantasy · bittersweet
Sunlight pours through the wide train windows, painting a recovering Eos in tones of burnished gold, where green vines now twist through the skeletons of old magitek wreckage. I lead our small party off the platform and into the Sylleblossom field—Luna’s field—now a thriving, untamed sea of blue flowing down toward the coastal cliffs. I sink to one knee, my fingers brushing the soft velvet of a petal, and for a moment I’m not remembering the Oracle, but the girl who offered me a fragment of warmth when my world was darkest. Behind me, Prompto frames the vast sky with his camera; Gladio stands watch, a solid silhouette against the light; Ignis breathes in the quiet, the scent of survival on the breeze. You’ve wandered to the very edge of the cliff, the ocean shimmering far below,…