@amicililium cont. X
At that moment, Noctis wanted to tell him, say it out loud finally what he had been dealing with since... He’s not sure when it started, these strange little emotions that the Prince had yet to completely get a hold on. He supposed, sleeping with his crush wasn’t the best method of handing it. This whole thing was meant to be no strings attached, the older having no idea how Noctis truly felt about him. It was both amazing and torture. Seeing this side of Gladio, one that he often wished was solely his. But he knows... one day it would end, Gladio would find someone, really find someone, and be happily in love with them. And it wouldn’t be Noctis.
The very thought makes his heart ache. What’s worse... he’s the Prince, the possibility of an arranged marriage was real, and fuck it tears him up inside. if he was normal, if he was someone else, he might actually have a chance. But here his own fears, his status, who he was... stands in his own way. As he feels those fingers in his hair, leaning towards the touch-- seeking more of it with his eyes fluttering closed. Gods, he wanted to tell Gladio how much he....loved him.
Noctis suddenly realized, he had been causing his Shield distress. Caught in his own dilemmas and not noticing how it affected him. “I didn’t mean to make you worry,” he offered a small smile. “I’m fine, seriously...and you’re important to me, Gladio.” Brows furrowed, lips pursed into a thin line, “I mean it.”
