chikelo:“They did a number on you, didn’t they?” the archer murmurs, eyes raking over Noct’s batte
chikelo: “They did a number on you, didn’t they?” the archer murmurs, eyes raking over Noct’s battered form. Gods - does he know that his eyes glitter in the sunlight? “Here, let me.” A belated birthday gift for @whimsofffate‘s AMAZING fic ‘i’m the prince, stop running away from me’, featuring archer Prompto and medieval prince Noctis!! -- source link