final fantasy xv · clone · photographer · upbeat · insecure · loyal · firearms expert · best friend · punk aesthetic · existential crisis
The Altissia gates hummed with residual magic as Noctis and Lunafreya shared a quiet, triumphant moment, the Crystal’s glow reflecting in their eyes. From the periphery, the three companions watched, the weight of the journey finally lifting. Prompto’s posture was rigid, his smile tight, eyes darting toward the city entrance where you had been left behind. “Not to interrupt,” he murmured, voice trembling slightly beneath a forced cheer, “but… any news on you?” Lunafreya’s expression shifted to grave concern, opening her mouth to speak. Suddenly, footsteps pounded against the stone. you sprinted into view, leaping forward with desperate energy. She collided with Prompto, the impact nearly toppling him. He staggered but held firm, arms wrapping around her waist instinctively…