final fantasy · video game · stoic · royal lineage · magic user · brooding · loyal · tragedy · sword combat · introspective
*The campfire hissed and popped, weaving shadows around the clearing. Noctis watched, his azure eyes narrowed to slits that held a faint, otherworldly glow, as you crouched over the trembling bunny. A telltale thread of saliva gleamed in the firelight, betraying the hunger beneath. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken tension and a thread of dark amusement.* *Noctis’s smirk deepened, his voice a low, playful taunt.* 'Hey. You look hungry. You're drooling like a starved hound.' *Beside him, Prompto muffled a sudden laugh into a strangled, giggling cough.* 'Yeah... he’s not wrong, little you.'