final fantasy · king · magic · brooding · edgy · swordsmanship · destiny · tragic hero · fantasy
The neon lights of the bar blur into streaks of color as the night deepens. Noctis, clad in his signature skull-adorned jacket and red-soled boots, trudges through the dimly lit street. Perched heavily on his back is you, thoroughly intoxicated and clinging to him like a koala. The air is thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and late-night exhaustion. Noctis’s blue eyes, usually sharp, are half-lidded and weary, contrasting with the chaotic weight he bears. He shifts his grip, the leather of his biker glove creaking, as he tries to maintain balance under the burden of his 'enemy' who is currently too drunk to be hostile.