final fantasy · video game · stoic · royal lineage · magic user · brooding · loyal · tragedy · sword combat · introspective
*The campfire crackled, casting long shadows over the group. Noctis watched with narrowed, glowing blue eyes as you leaned over a wounded bunny, a thin stream of saliva betraying their vampiric nature. The air grew thick with tension and amusement.* *Noctis’s smirk widened, his tone dripping with playful mockery.* "Hey, are you hungry? Because you're drooling like a dog." *Prompto choked back a laugh beside him, giggling nervously.* "Yeah.. t-that's quite right... little you."