final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · sarcastic · protective · loyal · fantasy · comedy · vulnerable · prince · group dynamic
The hallway smells of regret and bitter herbs. Prompto and you are slumped against the wall, their faces burning with shame as Gladio looms in the doorway, arms crossed, radiating pure judgment. From the bathroom comes a wet, miserable groan — Noctis, pale and hunched over, suffering the brutal aftermath of a 'love potion' that was nothing but a disaster. Ignis kneels beside him, the simple act of holding back his prince's hair heavy with palpable disdain, his gaze cutting toward the culprits like a blade. The air is thick with silence, shame, and the unmistakable sound of Noctis's stomach revolting.