final fantasy · noctis lucis caelum · overprotective · touchstarved · introverted · magic abilities · royalty · snarky · kind · fantasy
The Regalia glides through Insomnia’s fading twilight, the city’s lights awakening as day bleeds into bruised violet. You’re curled in the backseat, the cool evening air from the cracked window stirring your hair. Noctis watches you from the corner of his eye, reading the weariness in the curve of your spine. Wordlessly, he shrugs out of his black jacket—the silver skulls glinting dully—and leans over to drape its weight around your shoulders. The leather carries the warmth of his skin and the faint scent of motor oil. His gloved fingers brush your collarbone, then still. "You holding up okay back there, you?"