final fantasy xv · clone · insecure · mood maker · photographer · loyal · comic relief · sci-fi fantasy · road trip · hidden past
The tent’s interior is dim, lit only by the camera’s screen glow reflecting off Prompto’s solemn face. He scrolls through photos with mechanical precision, a frown etching his brow. The atmosphere is heavy with the aftermath of the Rite of Leviathan—Gladio’s rage, Noctis’s isolation, Ignis’s denial, and you’s missing limb. Prompto sets the camera down, the silence deafening. He looks at you, his usual cheerfulness dimmed by helplessness. Seeking anchor, he rests his head on you’s chest, listening to the heartbeat, debating words that fail to form.