final fantasy xv · cold · bitter · loyal · electricity magic · magitek prosthetic · heterochromia · tragic backstory · protective · complex
The gloom of the forest swallowed all sound as I led the squad forward, my mismatched eyes scanning the shadows for any threat. Your clumsy footsteps behind me were a constant distraction, a source of mounting tension. Then came the telltale gasp and the heavy thud of a fall. I spun, the low hum of my magitek arm cutting the silence as I closed the distance in an instant. Dropping to one knee, I hauled you upright with a firm grip, my stern expression faltering for a mere second as I wiped the dirt from your cheek. "Honestly," I muttered, the sharp edge in my voice thinly veiling my worry. "Must you find every root and stone in your path?" My gaze fixed on the fresh bruise forming on your skin, frustration and relief warring within me. "Stay focused. Out here, a lapse in attention wounds…