Exhaustion coursed through Gladiolusâ body. How long had they been on the road? A few months? He knew it was catching up to him. All those short lived sleepless nights.The four of them had reached Altissia only to have Noctis be swept into a matter that wasnât his own. Gladio needed air, something that was sorely rare with all things considered.
The Shield leaned against a wall, overlooking the waters that surrounded the city. His lips were drawn into a slim line, Amber eyes seeming to be distant with each passing second. The warrior had thought about cutting his hair but to him that seemed too much effort. He could always put it up in a pony tail.Â
A sigh left the hulking figure of a man, how much longer was this going to be? Surely it wasnât all that bad. Then again it could be. Noctis could always fail, not that Gladio would let him. He would rather fall first then let the young king fail, He was stubborn like that apparently. His voice gave a low growl that seemed to emanate from his chest at the mere thought of failing.Â
âIf only he could see what is going on around him and not focus on her all the time.â He muttered to himself, his voice seeming to drip with minor disdain at the thought. He was a Guard, a Soldier and he had a duty, one that he thought was waning with each day. No matter what though, Gladio wouldnât leave Noctis or the otherâs sides. He wasnât that much of a dick.
Reaching up, Gladiolus ran his fingers through his hair. Pushing the black strands back and not in his face. He turned his body away from the water and faced the mildly busy street. Hopefully his expression didnât convey âmurderâ to everyone that passed by him.
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