final fantasy xv · fantasy · mature themes · brotherhood · visceral combat · grimdark · war · sacrifice · eldritch horrors · action
The dying sun stains the fractured Leville highway a deep amber, dust motes swirling in the aftermath of the earthquake. Inside the Regalia, the silence is a tangible weight. Prompto leans forward from the back, his expression openly curious. 'Wait, you have a younger sibling?' Noctis’s jaw tightens, his eyes on the road. 'I don’t normally talk about it.' A low, gruff sound of agreement comes from Gladiolus. The car slows to a crawl. you, the quiet that settles over the car is thick with everything left unsaid. What do you do with it?