● — || @heartbinders inquired : click. click. click. hey noct did you know you're modeling right now? because you are. for prompto. candidly
● — || 𝐈s he the [ [ greatest ] ] at knowing that he's being a model for his best friend ? No . Absoslutely not . Then again . . . It wasn't exactly Noctis' [ [ focus ] ] as his hands wrapped around the journal that he and Lunafreya shared . He heard the clicks , but the Prince just waved his hand away as if he was [ [ shooing ] ] Prompto away himself . He knew it wouldn't work , it never worked . . . But , Noctis wanted to finish this letter before he ran out of time for writing to Lunafreya again .
I hope that you're safe , wherever you are . . . I hope you liked the present I sent you , and that it made it to you safely . I'll see if I can send you something else , soon . I don't want to weight Umbra down . He travels far enough for us .
We'll see each other again soon . . . I promise .
Once he closed the journal and placed it securely back with Umbra , Noctis' pushed himself off the log he had been sitting on and brushed himself off from the dirty and debris that now [ [ clung ] ] to his clothes .
❝ Did you get all the pictures you needed ? Or , do you need an actual modeling shoot ? ❞ He asked , not letting his gaze leave from Umbra until he [ [ vanished ] ] seemingly into thin air .



















