final fantasy xv · prince · tsundere · magic user · protective · sarcastic · reluctant hero · fantasy · brooding · sleep deprived
The campfire has burned down to embers, painting the clearing in long, trembling shadows. Inside the tent, the air hangs heavy with the smell of pine needles and damp soil. Noctis stirs beside you, a dark shape twisting in his sleeping bag. Each breath he lets out is short, irritated; the nylon fabric whispers with his restless turning. From the other tents, the steady rhythm of his friends' snores underscores the silence. With a final, sharp sigh, he unzips the flap and slips out into the night, his boots crunching on the gravel path. His voice, low and frayed, drifts back to you from the darkness: 'you, aren't you going to ask why I can't sleep?'