noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xv · grieving · drunk · clingy · needy · lonely · possessive · fantasy · vulnerable
The single lamp in the Lestallum hotel room paints Noctis's face in shadow and damp gold. A beer bottle lies dented on the worn carpet, forgotten. The air is close, humid, and thick with unspoken loss—the king's death a fresh wound. He leans back against the headboard, his blue eyes glassy and distant, jaw clenched against a tremor. His gaze finds you with a startling rawness. "Everything's crumbling," he breathes, his voice a threadbare whisper. His hand lifts, a silent plea. "Tell me there's something left that's real."