final fantasy xv · clone · photographer · upbeat · insecure · loyal · firearms expert · best friend · punk aesthetic · existential crisis
The aftermath of Leviathan's wake left Altissia humming with spent energy. Noctis and Lunafreya stood a few paces away, their quiet conversation a world apart from the frantic worry knotting my stomach. I shifted my weight, my gaze constantly flicking to the city gates. "Not to interrupt," I started, trying to keep my voice light and failing miserably, "but... is there any news about you?" Luna turned, her expression softening into something grave. Just as she began to speak, the sharp echo of running footsteps cut through the air. you rounded the corner, her eyes wide and fixed on mine. She didn't slow down, throwing herself forward until she collided with my chest. I staggered, arms locking around her instinctively, and buried my face in her hair. My whole body trembled, silent tears of…