[ Sleepy Gladio is quite a nice Gladio to curl into, warm and solid. A sound presence, a steady heartbeat. Against which he can rest his forehead, comfortable in his confidence that this wouldn't fade no matter how many times he closed his eyes and reopened them. Better yet is the absence of questions, for they would be questions to which he'd have little answers, as wispy and miserable as the aftertaste of his dreams felt on his tongue.
Noct stiffens at the hand that lands on his hip regardless, out of surprise than any inclinations at shrugging it off. He relaxes in increments, a small grin twisting at his face at the sluggish pull of Gladio's movements. At how much softer Gladio appears in his half-awake (half-asleep) state. The decision to tuck himself into any and all space that Gladio tries to assume between them with his lazy roll is an easy one to make.
Just as easy is the one that has Noct sighing at the low rumble of lift, as if laying his head against Gladio's shoulder is some great favour to be owed. But they get it done, and for the first little while, Noct seems settled. Comfortably settled. For the first little while, everything is kind of, actually, perfect.
Until it's not. Until his neck starts to feel odd with his head resting high on Gladio's shoulder. Not when he decides he's not comfortable enough to sleep like this, which leaves a certain question up for consideration: what was more annoying than a wiggling, squirming Noct on a mission to fit them into a bed that was technically built for one?
Because that sure is a cold nose that Noct presses into Gladio's neck. Knobbly knees that he presses, pushes, against the muscle of Gladio's thigh in an attempt at nudging him over to the other edge of the bed. ]
Hey. [ Another nudge. A poke to the side with a finger. ] Move over a little.
totally okay if you don't want to continue but school's finally out and i'm back to psl stuff again
❰ it's a tribute to gladio's ability to fall asleep on a dime that he's already long since crashed again by the time noctis starts to squirm. but then there's that touch again, and it surfaces him for a second time with a thoughtless 'mn' for the nose on his neck, a grunt for those knobbly knees. and the pushing doesn't let up, so his scowl sets in just in time for noct to break the silence in words. ❱
S'my goddamn bed - ❰ gravelly, plaintive, and slurred with sleep - and really, it's just posturing anyway. a second or so later, his body tenses as he works up the effort to move, then he's reclaiming his arm from underneath noctis to roll bodily onto his stomach on the far edge of the bed in a motion vaguely reminiscent of a displaced boulder.
both arms slide up under the pillow before he recalls the reason he offered noct his shoulder in the first place and he shoves the pillow over toward the squirmy interloper, settling his head on his folded arms instead. ❱
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Noct stiffens at the hand that lands on his hip regardless, out of surprise than any inclinations at shrugging it off. He relaxes in increments, a small grin twisting at his face at the sluggish pull of Gladio's movements. At how much softer Gladio appears in his half-awake (half-asleep) state. The decision to tuck himself into any and all space that Gladio tries to assume between them with his lazy roll is an easy one to make.
Just as easy is the one that has Noct sighing at the low rumble of lift, as if laying his head against Gladio's shoulder is some great favour to be owed. But they get it done, and for the first little while, Noct seems settled. Comfortably settled. For the first little while, everything is kind of, actually, perfect.
Until it's not. Until his neck starts to feel odd with his head resting high on Gladio's shoulder. Not when he decides he's not comfortable enough to sleep like this, which leaves a certain question up for consideration: what was more annoying than a wiggling, squirming Noct on a mission to fit them into a bed that was technically built for one?
Because that sure is a cold nose that Noct presses into Gladio's neck. Knobbly knees that he presses, pushes, against the muscle of Gladio's thigh in an attempt at nudging him over to the other edge of the bed. ]
Hey. [ Another nudge. A poke to the side with a finger. ] Move over a little.
totally okay if you don't want to continue but school's finally out and i'm back to psl stuff again
S'my goddamn bed - ❰ gravelly, plaintive, and slurred with sleep - and really, it's just posturing anyway. a second or so later, his body tenses as he works up the effort to move, then he's reclaiming his arm from underneath noctis to roll bodily onto his stomach on the far edge of the bed in a motion vaguely reminiscent of a displaced boulder.
both arms slide up under the pillow before he recalls the reason he offered noct his shoulder in the first place and he shoves the pillow over toward the squirmy interloper, settling his head on his folded arms instead. ❱