#shieldiisms

[text Gladio]: Gladdy can I come over? It’s really lonely at the apartment. Plus i kinda want some company.

shieldiisms liked for a starter.

It was a force of habit these days; to raise his plate towards Gladiolus the moment he was out of his place where the delicate, Pâté covered crackers could have passed through a number of his rival’s hands. He would never risk dying from such a simple dish that would be washed down with his already passed, yet horrendously bitter, wine. Now that would just be embarrassing.  But his Rook could handle such things without a fuss, where the poison laced through the liver would do nothing more than scrunch up his nose and earn him a rewards later. Gladiolus had been trained so well. So the King arched a brow at his Rook, waiting his response with the ever present air of control. 

If there was one thing that Prompto adored doing, it was shifting and nesting himself on Gladio in some form. Right then, the tiny yellow budgie was in the man’s shirt pocket with the flap on his head. A small peek of yellow feathers and a beak showed to anyone that was walking by and Prompto had little to no desire to leave said pocket.

Of course, the time came and he wasn’t too happy about it. Once the wind died down a bit, he wiggled out and shifted back to sit next to Gladio, immediately cuddling himself into his side. 

Noct’s feline-based rambling comes with an abrupt halt with a noise that is definitely a squeak, but he’s a little too preoccupied to be embarrassed about it as he takes the cub. It’s all paws and whiskers and fluff and oh god he’s in love. He will take a bullet for this cub. It officially owns his soul. Nose to nose with the cub, he breathes a quiet, “Hi there.”

Noctis sometimes hated being in a wheel chair. He was used to running up to the male but now he had to have someone push him around. “Are you free? I was hoping we can hang out” He said. “I want to get out of my room”

He feels on edge, anxious, and hyper aware of things. It’s doing him no good, and he knows what’s wrong. But his eyes shift to Prompto, then to Ignis. No doubt the older knows, but if Noctis could avoid it-- he’s rather the blond didn’t find out. Noctis had suggested this hunt be handled by just himself and Galdio. Maybe it’s obvious on his face, there’s no real protest. But once far enough, the younger reached out and gripped his shield’s wrist tightly. It’s then that Noctis realizes he had been shaking. 

It’s a part of him that he hides, he’s gotten very good at keeping the illusion. To keep his twisted looks, his damned horns and that tail suppressed. But Gladio knows, he knows all too well.