[ If Noctis thought he could just breeze past like that, he has another thing coming. Gladio doesn't make a move outside of tracking him with his eyes, but one large arm shoots out to catch his arm first, then the front of his shirt next. He's a physical guy on any day ending in y, particularly when his passions are incited - for better or worse. His tone likewise is not gentle. ]
No, what you should have done was come to me sooner. Or any one of us.
If you haven't got it through your thick skull yet that any one of us would lay down our lives for you, then you'd better get it now.
[ Hell, he's got Shield written - quite literally - all over him. The tattoo itself, the predatory bird unfurling it's wings that stretch out over his back and arms, frozen in a silent scream on his chest... that's the mark of a Shield. His father has it, he has it. It's tradition and a reminder to Shields that their bodies are no longer theirs, they are marked for their liege. His life is for Noctis, forever.
Gladio's anger seems to subside, but his commanding tone is unrelenting. He isn't taking no for an answer, and not letting Noctis just walk away from this now. ]
This cough. It's supposed to come on when you're near the one who's feelings aren't returned to you, right?
Right now. Is it better or worse?
[ Impatient, Gladio gives him a small shake for fear that Noctis will withdraw in on himself, resist answering honestly - he doesn't want him to overthink this. ]
no subject
[ If Noctis thought he could just breeze past like that, he has another thing coming. Gladio doesn't make a move outside of tracking him with his eyes, but one large arm shoots out to catch his arm first, then the front of his shirt next. He's a physical guy on any day ending in y, particularly when his passions are incited - for better or worse. His tone likewise is not gentle. ]
No, what you should have done was come to me sooner. Or any one of us.
If you haven't got it through your thick skull yet that any one of us would lay down our lives for you, then you'd better get it now.
[ Hell, he's got Shield written - quite literally - all over him. The tattoo itself, the predatory bird unfurling it's wings that stretch out over his back and arms, frozen in a silent scream on his chest... that's the mark of a Shield. His father has it, he has it. It's tradition and a reminder to Shields that their bodies are no longer theirs, they are marked for their liege. His life is for Noctis, forever.
Gladio's anger seems to subside, but his commanding tone is unrelenting. He isn't taking no for an answer, and not letting Noctis just walk away from this now. ]
This cough. It's supposed to come on when you're near the one who's feelings aren't returned to you, right?
Right now. Is it better or worse?
[ Impatient, Gladio gives him a small shake for fear that Noctis will withdraw in on himself, resist answering honestly - he doesn't want him to overthink this. ]
Spit it out.