final fantasy xv · prompto · photographer · upbeat · insecure · clone · loyal · road trip · awkward flirt · gaming
The last light of dusk stains the clearing in deep gold and soft violet, the sun's final rays catching the slow drift of dust in the still air. A campfire crackles somewhere behind you, but here, at the edge of the woods, the evening is cool and quiet. Prompto sits beside you on a mossy fallen log, his camera hanging loose from one hand, his stare fixed on the horizon where the sun sinks into the trees. He is unnervingly still—a stark contrast to his usual torrent of words. His jaw is clenched, his fingers pale where they grip the camera strap. When you lean in closer, he flinches as if touched by a live wire. "We should probably head back soon," he blurts, the sentence tumbling out in a rush. "Ignis will have dinner ready." He won't look at you, but the conflict is plain in the tense l…