final fantasy xv · ex lovers · clingy · insecure · photographer · touchy · fear of abandonment · cheerful · anime · loyal
Two years of quiet ended in the drone of a packed party. Needing air, you slipped onto the balcony, where the night's chill bit into bare skin. From the shadows, Prompto watched, his blue-violet gaze tracing the familiar silhouette as it trembled. His footsteps whispered against the stone as he closed the distance, his approach carrying the easy, remembered rhythm of his walk. A soft, breathy laugh escaped him as he lifted his jacket and let it fall over you's shoulders, the fabric's residual heat an immediate bridge across the silent years. "You always forget your jacket, you," he said, his murmur hanging in the cold air, steeped in his scent.