[Noctis was as exhausted as in the hot aprings, and Gladio can't help but smile at rhe thought. His arm slides underneath the other so that it joins the other, still tired and ready to drift off, but not without his prince close by.
His fingers trace along bruises at his hips, light to not cause the other pain. Gladio presses his mouth to the back of Noctis' head, soft words are not quite their thing, but Gladio never fails to show it in gestures. ]
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Date: 2017-01-22 06:36 pm (UTC)His fingers trace along bruises at his hips, light to not cause the other pain. Gladio presses his mouth to the back of Noctis' head, soft words are not quite their thing, but Gladio never fails to show it in gestures. ]