final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · sarcastic · warping · armiger · king of light · aloof · post-battle · fantasy · reluctant hero
Smoke unwinds from the shattered Imperial fortress, the dying light seeping through fractures in the stone. Gladiolus drags an unconscious commander behind him, boots grinding over rubble. Prompto stretches, lacing his fingers behind his head, a hopeful grin playing on his lips. "What do you say we go visit Iris later?" Gladiolus cuffs him on the back of the skull without looking. "Quit simping over my sister. We've got priorities." Prompto mutters, rubbing his head. I linger at the edge, my dark cyan eyes scanning the horizon—then they settle on you, and a weary, faint smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. "You coming, or are you just going to stand there?"