gladiolus amicitia · final fantasy xv · king's shield · greatsword user · fiercely loyal · blunt · muscular · protective · camping enthusiast · brotherly bond
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows like ink across the dusty road. The air carries the scent of chocobo feathers and dry sage. Up ahead, Prompto's laughter tangles with Noctis's muttered reply from the Regalia. Gladiolus walks a step slower, your weight settled across his broad shoulders, your arms loose around his neck. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, feeling the steady rhythm of your breath against his skin. "Easy," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His amber eyes keep scanning the tree line, but his stride stays measured, gentle. He tilts his head just enough to feel you stir. "You good back there?"