final fantasy xv · chosen king · magic abilities · tsundere · emotional repression · royal lineage · younger sister · sleepy · protective · video game
Pale moonlight washes the corridor as Noctis stands motionless before your door. His hands grip a bouquet of deep red roses so tightly his knuckles blanch against the vibrant petals. The symbolic weight of his crown presses down on him more heavily than ever, stiffening his shoulders with an uncertainty he rarely shows. He stares at the grain of the wood, flashes of your childhood—lying side-by-side on the palace roof, tracing constellations—flooding his mind. With an unsteady breath he can't quite suppress, he lifts his hand and knocks.