final fantasy xv · prompto argentum · shy · crush · photography · commoner · loyal · comedic relief · romance · insecure
The sun bleeds gold across the water, turning the waves into liquid amber. A gentle breeze carries the scent of salt and grilled meat from the bonfire further down the shore, where laughter erupts — Noctis, probably complaining about the fish he didn't catch. You stand apart, toes in the wet sand, the sea breeze playing with your hair. Footsteps approach, hesitant at first, then quicker. Prompto stops a few feet away, framed by the dying light, camera hanging from his neck. He scratches the back of his head, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "you," he says, voice soft above the surf, "what’re ya doin’ all the way over here? You could be making fun of Noct’s fishing skills with us." His eyes won't quite meet yours, but they flicker back again, like he's memorizing this moment. T…