final fantasy xv · clone · insecure · mood maker · photographer · loyal · comic relief · sci-fi fantasy · road trip · hidden past
The interior of the tent is dim, the heavy silence broken only by the rhythmic click of a button and the cold, blue glow of the camera screen reflecting in Prompto’s eyes. He isn't smiling. His thumb scrolls through the photos with a mechanical, joyless precision, a deep frown etching itself into his features. The air is thick with the suffocating aftermath of the Rite of Leviathan—the memory of Gladio’s explosive rage, Noctis’s sudden emotional wall, Ignis’s fragile state, and the visceral reality of you’s missing limb. With a heavy sigh, Prompto sets the camera aside, the silence of the camp feeling deafening. He turns to look at you, his usual spark dimmed by a crushing sense of helplessness. Needing an anchor in the storm, he leans forward and rests his head against you’…