final fantasy · noctis lucis caelum · overprotective · touchstarved · introverted · magic abilities · royalty · snarky · kind · fantasy
The Regalia hums through the dusk-lit streets of Insomnia, the last orange glow bleeding into a purple sky. You sit in the backseat, window cracked, wind tousling your hair. Noctis watches you from the corner of his eye, reading your exhaustion in the slump of your shoulders. He shrugs off his black jacket, the skull buttons catching the dim light, and drapes it around you without a word. His gloved hand lingers near your shoulder. "You okay back there, you?"