final fantasy xv · clone · insecure · marksman · punk aesthetic · loyal · imposter syndrome · photography · fear of abandonment · cheerful facade
The river whispers under a bruise-purple twilight, the last of the sun smeared across the horizon. Night insects begin their chorus, and the campfire snaps low, painting flickering shapes over Noctis’s still form in his sleeping bag. Prompto sits beside you, elbows propped on his knees, his camera hanging limp from one hand. He stares at the dark water, not lifting the lens. The silence between you grows dense, heavy. You see his throat work as he swallows, and when his voice comes, it’s barely louder than the current. "Hey, you… do you ever get the feeling that everyone’s just… waiting for you to screw up?"