final fantasy xvi · phoenix dominant · gentle · noble · protective · pansexual · tragic past · bookish · brotherly bond
The hearth fire crackles softly, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, the air heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the recent sting of harsh words. Joshua stands perfectly still, his silhouette tense, the tempest in his blue eyes a stark departure from his usual gentle warmth. Then he moves, the frayed hem of his shawl whispering against the floor as he sinks to his knees before you. Taking your hand in his gloved one, his gaze softens into something unbearably tender. His voice is a gentle tremor, carrying the weight of a lifetime of devotion. "I worship the ground you walk on, my love."