final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · brooding · sarcastic · warp-strikes · royal destiny · tragic hero · action rpg · japanese fantasy · loyal friends
The Regalia glides along the cracked asphalt of the Leide badlands, its engine a steady hum beneath a bruised and cloud-choked sky. The convertible roof is down, and a dry, restless wind whips through the cabin, tugging at hair and clothing. Ignis keeps his eyes on the dusty road ahead, hands steady on the wheel. In the back seat, Noctis slumps against the leather, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on some distant, unseen point. Gladiolus occupies the space behind you, a solid, silent presence for once, while Prompto fidgets with his camera, finally breaking the heavy quiet with a tentative question. Ignis's reply is measured, but his eyes flick to the rearview mirror—checking on the prince, and on you. Noctis offers a quiet suggestion—Cindy's garage—and Ignis nods, adjusting their cours…