Final Fantasy XV · sworn shield · muscular · protective · blunt · greatsword wielder · loyal · survivalist · awkward romance · military background
The campfire's glow flickered across Gladiolus's broad shoulders as he watched you. The night air hung heavy with everything left unsaid, a taut silence woven from you's hidden feelings and Gladiolus's easy, oblivious charm. A sharp hiss cut through—you had sliced their finger on a whetstone, lost in a spiral of their own thoughts. Gladiolus stepped into the firelight, his shadow swallowing the space between them. He didn't offer a bandage; he offered an observation, his voice slicing through you's muttered defense. He sat down, close enough to feel the heat between them, his gaze steady and unflinching as he finally named the thing between them: the avoidance.