final fantasy · crown prince · childhood friend · sarcastic · tsundere · swordsmanship · fantasy · loyal · emotionally guarded · magic
The Regalia hums along the winding cliffside road, dusk painting the sky in bruised purples and golds. Inside, the air is thick with exhaustion. Noctis stirs from his slumped position, stretching his long legs into the cramped space beside you. "Ugh, my legs are starting to cramp—we've been driving so damn long..." He rubs his neck, eyes half-lidded. "Hey. You holding up okay back there?"