I match you with Gladio!
This guy is going to give you room to grow and cheer you on along the way. He’s also going strive to make you feel comfortable around him, and ensuring that you always feel safe. He’s also the one to weather anger easily, letting you burn yourself out on him before anyone else. He understands. Listening to music while relaxing or meditating is something he’d like doing with you.
I match you with Gladiolus!
Differences aside, you’d bond over being active. He’s as stubborn as the next guy, and it’s just be a matter of outlasting each other should you ever argue over something. (Which, it’s quickly turn into a battle of patience, which would give you both time to cool your heads.) Being independent is something you both are, and it’s be nice not to have to watch over his should for you. Though, secretly he still would, because he really likes knowing you’re safe and does want to take care of you. TBH this would probably, if you found out, make you feel valued. Because his attention is never going to stray very far from you.
He’s good at reading body language, and would be able to tell if he was standing too close to you for you to be comfortable. And though he’d try to reassure you that you’re not a bother, he’d still step away to make sure you had enough space. And being in your own bubble would work for him sometimes, as you’d both slip into your own worlds. You into your music, and him into the pages of his books.
I match you with Gladio!
Mainly because of your similarities. While his top priority is going to be the prince, you’d end up being the most protected second to him. Plus, the fact you can speak what you mean will cut right through Gladio’s thoughts, because lets face it, he’s very introspective, and might need you to pull him out of his mind every once in a while. (Plus, if it ever feels like he’s letting his frustration get the better of him and taking it out on the others, you’d be able to call that out unflinchingly.)
Seeing you draw would be a treat for him, watching the lines and strokes you make on paper would be breathtaking to him as they take shape. Though, most often I think it’d be him reading while you draw. But it wouldn’t be surprising if he wasn’t actually reading, but watching you out of the corner of his eye to see what you’re bringing to life this time.
Seeing you protect others just as fiercely as he does will give him a peace of mind that few other things can. Someone watching his back as much as he watches theirs. However, even when he isn’t supposed to, he’d definitely give you priority over Noctis if you were in IMMEDIATE danger. Plus, he’s going to want to make sure you are safe and comfortable no matter what outside of dangerous situations.
(I actually had to look up the meaning and synonyms of the word intimidate to see how much I could get away with in this. I was trying to think of different ways someone could be intimidating. xD)
Noctis:
His crush had started in high school.
They always had the same expression on their face. No matter what anyone did. It was always a look of disdain, anger, or disgust, he could never be sure which. They never spoke either. It was kind of scary. And they fact that when they walked the halls, they did not just jump out of the way like most people did for him. No rather they’d stare him down until he moved an equal amount for them to both walk through the hall. Honestly, their presence in a room was very commanding, and almost screamed for everyone to just LEAVE THEM ALONE.
He was smitten though. His friends questioned this when they found out of course. And all of them asked why them. Was it was their eyes? The graceful way they held themself? Maybe their calm and cool demenor? No matter what they’d ask, he’d always say no. And the answer, when he finally gave one, surprised them.
It was their smile.
He’d only ever seen it once, but that was all it took. It was when he was passing through a park, on one of the very rare occasions he’d ventured out alone without telling someone. He’d happened to hear a dog barking and happened to look over to when the source of the sound came from. To his surprise, there they were. Chasing after a dog and smiling to themself. He didn’t want to bother them and ruin the moment, so he left them alone and went home. But the smile stuck with him.
Eventually, he worked up the nerve to sit near them and start up a conversation. His brain stalled at the startled expression on their face, and the soft kind voice that came from them. They were very animated he realized, as expression after expression crossed their face. And then they frowned, which was actually more of a pout, when he said that they always looked angry.
“What? No! I’m not always angry. I just always have my face relaxed.” As if to make a point they relaxed their face and their usual expression fell into place. It clicked in his head then that they just had a naturally grumpy neutral expression, and laughed.
It was the start of another wonderful friendship. (And their smile still made his heart skip a beat.)
Prompto:
He only ever saw them when he went for his run. It was almost habit. It’d been years since they’d first saw each other, and there was something of a silent respect between them. When he’d first started running, other runners would sometimes stop to help him correct his form, or the encourage him. A lot of his social skill were learned from all these bright runners, who rose and ran at the crack of dawn and evening’s twilight.
But they? They never stopped for anyone. Those who tried to help them, and those who needed help. it didn’t matter. They were so focused on themself they just didn’t have time to get to know the others. They were cold. Distant. Anti-social. And they ran like the devil was at their heels. He couldn’t help but admire them, even if he knew they’d never look his way. But the others? They worried endlessly for someone so isolated and focused. Any attempts at talking with them was often met with cool silence.
Through the years, very few facts about them had been revealed. They started running around the same time he did was one of the few he was aware of. They were fast, frighteningly so, was another. And as if to make it a point, they’d try and pass everyone at least twice on the run around the park. (And they often succeeded.)
However, one day, Prompto, in a rare fit of confidence, wanted to prove himself to this person he’d admired for so long. And so, when he heard their telltale foot steps behind him, he ran faster. And when they sped up to try and run past him again, he once again increased his pace. Soon, they were both full on sprinting around the park. When they did managed to catch up to him, pacing it just so they were running side by side, a wild grin lit up their face as they both pressed on.
At the end of their run, they turned and offered their hand to him, introducing themselves at last. As he’d get to know them, he’d find out that their attitude and demeanor wasn’t meant as a slight, but rather that they just couldn’t afford to lose focus of their footing. Revealing very poor health that doctors had said would result in them being sickly all their life, they had actually rebelled against that idea. Running was their freedom. And Prompto was very happy to learn that their personality was just as bubbly as his.
Gladiolus:
Damn, they looked like they could kill a man. (And have probably.) They were someone important around the Citadel he could tell. The way they carried themself, they had to be a Marshall, Crownsguard, or Glaive. But he could never peg them for what they were. They gave nothing away. Their face was always polished smooth, like stone. Even in the middle of battle. But there were many people like that here. Heck, he was one of them.
What made them intimidating was their allure.
Something about them drew the eye. Screamed ‘look at me’. They were dangerously charming, and without effort. More than once, he’d seen someone stop in their tracks upon meeting their gaze, or even the most practiced speaker stumbling over their words upon making eye contact. And when they spoke, people listened. And there was never room for anyone to argue, not that they wanted to.
But this polished image, he should have guessed it was wearing on them. The day he rounds a corner in the citadel, and finds someone crashing into him, he’s deeply surprised to see the look on their face. Like they were lost. And he doesn’t even bother asking if they’re okay, not because he’s tongue tied, but because he recognizes the signs of someone about to break. He guides them away from everyone, to an area where he knows no one goes.
They explain that they’re in training to be a negotiator, and they have to be flawless and perfect, and charming, and they’re actually very scared and can’t even fight and- He has to cut them off and clam them down. It was actually a large surprise that the intimidating person that he liked actually had the personality of a bunny. But it was endearing. So he’d offer his shoulder for them to lean on, and they trusted him enough to be themselves.
(He does, eventually, actually call them bunny to their face.)
Ignis:
Even though Ignis wasn’t usually one to be intimidated by anyone, this person managed it. How? They could vanish. Not really, but it seemed like it. They’d be standing next to you one second, and then gone the next. It was unnerving. Plus, they were quiet. Like a ghost almost. A lot of people thought they were kind of creepy because of it. They worked in the library, and would often be seen re-shelving books quietly and sticking to themselves generally.
It would be when he encounters them outside of the library that he finds himself more than a little take with them. They, shockingly enough, live in the same apartment building. And when a small cat makes an appearance in his own apartment via the window, he’s a bit lost at what to do. It’s small, not quiet a kitten, but not a full grown cat either.
That’s when he hears a small voice calling for a cat. He sticks his head out the window and then actually end up talking like that for a bit before they realize that it’s silly to be speaking from the windows. He scoops up the cat and takes it back to them, and that’s that. But it’s not. Because soon after, cans of ebony would somehow find their way into his things at work, and no one ever sees who it was.
And he finds the gesture very sweet of them, despite their ghostly act.
(He’d never admit to leaving his windows open on purpose for the small cat to clamber though just so he’d have an excuse to talk to them and thank them.)
Noctis:
He’d be asleep when it first happens, and not notice the many small braids until someone points it out to him after they get out of the car to all stretch their legs.
The braids would be small and precise. Almost unnoticeable until you were standing right next to him.
He’d track down his S/O and wrap his arms around them from behind, and rest his chin on their head.
They’d let him hem and haw, playfully complaining about the braids. They’d tell him to shush and say it was for falling asleep on their lap in the car. “My legs fell asleep because of you.”
He wouldn’t really mind. In fact, he’d actually be a little surprise in the amount of work the small braids must have taken.
His S/O would never admit it, but his hair was so fine and soft that wrangling the soft strands into the braids had been super difficult. (Not to mention that his hair had barely been long enough.)
They would then get back into the car and Noctis would soon be laying right back where he was. But this time, though his eyes were closed he was awake. The feeling of their hands in his hair would relax him so much, and this time he would get to enjoy the feeling.
(Though he’d despise how WAVY his hair would be when they’d take out the braids. His S/O would think it’s adorable.)
Prompto:
Like a fussy toddler, he’d not sit STILL long enough to actually finish any of the braids. So his S/O would have to settle for just playing with the strands and twisting them.
His hair would be surprisingly thick to the touch, and he wouldn’t really notice them playing with his hair. (His mind would be watching the landscape around them, or deeply invested in his thoughts.)
His S/O would be so used to having him suddenly move, that their hands become well practiced with feather light touches and pulling their hand just far enough away when he turns his head they don’t accidentally startle him by pulling his hair.
It’d be hilarious to his S/O the day they see him take a selfie, and get the most confused expression on his face when he sees the small beginning of a crown of twisted hair.
They’d make it a game then to see just how much they could alter his hair without him noticing.
He’d eventually catch them, and laugh alongside them at how he’d never noticed them playing with his hair.
Gladiolus:
This would be something he’d be used to after growing up with a younger sibling.
At the first feeling of fingers in his hair, a soft smile would cross his face when he’d look up at his S/O and indulge them.
His S/O would be one of those people that needs their hands busy in order to relax. He on the other hand, just finds the feeling of their fingers in his hair pleasantly relaxing as well. And it’d soon become habit for them at the end of their day to do this with each other.
Sometimes, if they’re on a long car ride together, the braids will also make and appearance because of boredom.
He’d be the one to leave the braids in his hair, finding that it actually keeps his hair off his face better than just styling it backwards.
(Perhaps this is the reason he grows his hair out.)
Ignis:
Imagine his surprise when one day, on the rare chance he drifts off before everyone, he wakes up with his hair in little loosely braided strands. He’s a normally light sleeper, so not waking to someone touching his hair would deeply surprise him.
He’d wonder who, but then realize that the only one closest to him is his S/O, which he’d look at fondly while they slept.
Before they awoke as well, he’d undo the braids in his hair, and manage to get the most of the waves caused by the braids under control. But even with him managing to get his hair into it’s normally style, it’s a lot fluffier than normal.
Actions have meaning with him, so the fact they took the time to place braids in his hair, even if it was just them paying with it, would mean a lot.
As a small form of ‘revenge’, he’d place the tiniest braid in their hair before they woke as well, which when they did wake, they’d leave in the rest of the day.
((Tis clear enough my dear! Sort of went with a perspective shift and left the ending ambiguous.))
-Gladio-
He glared at the pages of the book when the lines go out of
focus for the fifth time that morning. This was starting to get on his nerves. With
a huff, he closes it and sets it beside him, leaning forward in his seat to
rest his head against the chair in front of him. He’d like to distract himself
from the long car ride with a book, but no. Instead his mind returns to the
phone in his pocket.
It was on silent, but he knew that by the time they stopped
for the night, there might be a text waiting for him to read. Maybe more if
they had a particularly exciting day. Or, even worse, there would be nothing. ‘They’
referring to the one he had been parted from by his responsibility.
They were a hunter they’d encountered at the Prairie Outpost,
and one that he’d ended up falling for. They’d first met when they volunteered
to take them to Cor at the ancient tomb after Insomnia fell. From there, Cor
suggested they could use an extra hand for the trip down into the second tomb
and then to Lestallum, and they’d agreed to go with them. Upon arriving, they’d
stayed when he’d invited them to, taking the four on hunts and showing them the
ins and outs of the trade upon realizing they had little idea of how to track
the creatures they’d be fighting.
Travelling together had worked for a time. And as time
passed, his feelings of comradery had taken a step toward attraction. Which was
mutual he soon discovered. And before they both had known it, three months had
passed with them fighting side by side. But their nature was capricious, and
they were used to going where the wind took them. (One of the things he loved
about them really.) So expecting them to stay with the group had been a foolish
expectation. That they had stayed for as long as they had was a miracle in
itself.
They’d left with only a note for him in their wake and an
apology text later that day.
And now? He was frustrated. Being on the road and watching
all their back’s didn’t really leave much time for him to take care of anything
else really. Even when he read, he was well aware of his surroundings.
Something he knew he wouldn’t be able to do if he was texting them. Because he
was worried about them. Truly. Working so closely with them had allowed him to
see their weaknesses, their gaps in their defense. Though he’d try to work on
those weaknesses with them, there was still a fear buzzing around in the back
of his mind that they’d slip up. And it’d be their tags he’d be forced to find
one day. His thought’s would revolve around them instead of keeping the prince
safe.
But lately, it was bordering on the
fourth month after their departure, he worried of another thing all together.
They’d used to text him almost every hour if they could. A status update he’d
appreciated at the time. He’d leave it on read until they stopped for the night
and he could message them his own update. And they’d make time to call one
another at least once a week. However, they soon found out neither really had
the time, or the energy really, to keep up with one another so far apart. He
was always on the move and needed his rest. And with them being on their own,
they’d always needed to keep an eye on their own back to make sure they were
safe. There was no time for talking with one another.
But they’d at least text him
something every day. Or they used to. It was getting less and less frequent
now. Which brought him back to why he was distracted. The lack of contact. Did
it mean anything? Were they finally at the end of their relationship? Did they
even still think of him as he thought of them? He was too scared to ask. Not
only that, but he couldn’t figure out how to start the conversation in the
first place.
“We’re here.”
His head snapped up at Ignis’
voice, and he mentally cursed himself when he saw that the car was parked and
the others were already climbing out. Distracted. Exactly what he was afraid of
being when he thought about them. He pushed his hand through his hair as he got
out of the car, reorienting his thoughts for the coming hunt.
“Right…So what’re we after again?”
Prompto asked, yawning away the last dregs of sleep.
“Something big and ugly if I
recall.” Ignis said. His voice was deadpan as he began walking to where the
entrance to the Malmalam Thicket would be. “Come along then. The sooner this is
done the sooner we can get back to civilization.”
He said that last part as
motivation for the Prince to catch up with them. Something that made Gladio
snort and finally bring him fully back to the present. When they’re actually in
the thicket, his phone goes off. One glance at the screen tells him it’s them,
and he’s forced to press ignore even though them calling was rare. He missed
their voice. So to himself he promised he’d call them back once this is over. He
then turns off his phone so he wouldn’t be tempted to answer if they called
again.
~
On the other line, they brought
the phone down from their ear, and brush away the tears in their eyes quietly
when their call suddenly gets sent to voicemail. How they wished he’d answered.
They hung up on the call before leaving a message, and then leaned back against
the tree they sat against. Honestly, at that moment, they felt alone. Too
alone.
They knew that they’d been distant
lately. But they’d been working. Living from hunt to hunt wasn’t easy, no. But
lately, it was more of an honor thing among them all to take on more work.
Especially the higher ranks. Daemon specific hunts were getting more and more
common. High risk, low reward. But…none of them could turn their backs on those
hunts. Especially not Slayers and up.
Anyone who was a lower than rank 5
wasn’t allowed to go after daemons, which took away most of their numbers. Most
hunters, truthfully, only did hunts to supplement their income with their
earnings, having other jobs to fall back on. They made up the majority and most
of them were all lower ranks. Not like the others.
The others, like them, were often
people who wandered from place to place, living off successful hunts and going
hungry the nights they weren’t. They were often in the higher ranks, just from
the sheer amount of work they undertook. And they all were trying to stem the
daemons as much as they could. But the nights were getting longer and the
higher ranks were losing their lives at such a high rate, they would soon be
forced to revise who was allowed to go on hunts, and maybe even implement regulation
for the hunters to hunt in a group. It was that dangerous these days.
And this time they may have bitten
off more than they could chew themself.
With a groan they shifted into a
better position at the base of the tree, a large gash on their lower back
making moving difficult. They were cold, and they were tired. But…They owed it
to him to at least leave a message. Even…even if he didn’t feel for them what
they felt for him.
They hit the redial button on
their phone, and waited. They tried not to feel too hurt by the fact their call
went straight to voicemail this time, and waited for the recording to start.
“…” For the first few moments,
they could think of nothing to stay, and their sleepiness was catching up to
them. So they went with simple.
“Gladio. Hey,” They began, “So…I
miss you first off. And I know I’ve been busy…”
Into their message they explained
that they missed him, that they were unsure about what he felt. They questioned
if he saw them as a fling or not, stating that they didn’t. They had seen a
future with him, maybe not in great detail, but it was impossible to picture a
future without him. But they said it didn’t matter now. They explained their
recent absence from their texts. They explained the situation with the hunters.
And they explained their injury. They had to end the call after that, not
wanting to risk calling more attention to themself. It was, after all, the
middle of the night.
“…And…If you find my tags…Just know that I
love you.”
Super adorable!!!
Noctis:
He’d be a little disappointed through out the day when he’d see them cover their smile every single time they smiled or laughed. But he wouldn’t ask about it, knowing it’d probably make them even more self-conscious. He’s well aware of their feelings.
This causes him to fall in love with waking up next to them in the morning. (The only thing he loves about mornings really.) (Also, Noctis does make it a point to sleep next to them, because they sometimes cuddle in their sleep and like hell he’s missing out on cuddling.)
Sleepy mornings where they’re both allowed to take them time waking are the best because they’re too sleepy to hide from him.
It’s during this moment that he’d allowed to see their smile in all it’s glory. And he’d probably subtly make sure their hands were trapped between them, or maybe even behind him if they’re cuddling, just so he could see it just a little longer.
Once fully awake they’d start covering their mouth right away again, which would cause him to sigh, but smile to himself. (He’d hope that one day they’d trust him enough to smile freely around him.)
Prompto:
It would only be a habit from a long forgotten past that would keep their hand rising to their mouth. He’d tease them about it, but they wouldn’t be able to break their habit.
It’d soon start to drive him UP THE WALL. Like, even though they’d been friends for so long, HE’D NEVER SEEN THEIR SMILE. He’s sure it’s cute and sweet, and irresistibly adorable and he just really really wants to see them smile.
So, he’d decide that he was going to make his crush laugh and smile. ALL. DAY. LONG. Like, the day is filled with 100% percent jokes, gags, tricks, and banter just for them. Because they’re bound to forget hiding SOMETIME. Right?
(The other three know what’s going on, and play along to help him.)
But ti wouldn’t work. In fact, they’d completely hide their face when they laugh too hard.
Eventually, when they have a moment alone he’d say, “That’s it.”
And before they can question what he means, he tackles them, pins them down, and tickles them after trying and failing all day to make them smile without their hand in the way. HE WANTS TO SEE DAMN IT.
They’d probably shout in surprise and then start uncontrollably smiling and laughing. Which also dissolves into threatening him. “J-Just-You-WAIT-PROM!!!!!!”
He finally get to see their smile and basks in it for about five seconds….and then realizes what he’s done. He goes PALE.
He, unfortunately, is WAAAY more ticklish than them. So he darts away while they’re catching their breath. IT doesn’t take them long though, and they catch up with him and gets their revenge.
(He finds he doesn’t really mind though. They’re smiling all the while.)
Gladio:
This guy, after every laugh and smile, will make it a point to touch some part of his crush if they’re self-conscious enough to hide something a beautiful as a smile. Be it their shoulder, their hand, maybe their face if they’re that close at the time.
Instead of forcing it like Prompto, or stealing moments like Noctis, he’d the one who will wait for them to show him. And he’s very patient.
He’ll be the most attentive one, even beating out Ignis. He’s going to make sure to compliment them every time he even thinks they’re doubting themself. Make it a point to glance away from them if they show signs of wanting to hide. And close his eyes when they’re alone together so they don’t feel the need to hide.
All this to slowly build up their confidence and trust in him until one day, they smile openly and freely. (And in his opinion, it’s the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.)
Ignis:
He’s definitely the sneakiest one of them all. While he’d respect his crush enough to wait for them, like Gladio does, he’d also going to follow Noctis’ method and steal moments of their smile for himself.
He’d make sure they’d be alone (Perhaps just spending time away from the others) and hold out his arm for them to take, just being a gentleman, so they’d be close. They’d be able to lean their head on his shoulder as they walked, which suited him fine. The closer they were, the better this would work.
Then, he’d try making them smile with silly thoughts and what if scenarios. But since they’re so close, he can see a bit behind their hand, to the smile hidden there.
It would be a like a small preview, a gift really, of what he had to look forward to in the future. He treasures those stolen moments really, and sincerely wishes to be the first to see their smile uncovered.
I match you with Gladiolus!
He’s someone who seem like he’d be good at seeing through a person’s mask. And if faced with someone self-conscious, he seems like he’d love trying to reassure them of themselves. Sarcasm is something he secretly loves. So your witty sense of humor would mesh pretty well with his.
I can picture him purposely smudging your glasses if he thinks you’re being too serious.
They’d definitely be sitting for these.
Noctis:
This poor boy would jump a mile in the air first off. He’s a lot jumpier than one would expect. His face would turn red and he’d probably try stuttering out a question. Which would never make it out of his mouth, because his S/O would just laugh and walk off, confusing him. (He’d really like neck kisses though.)
Prompto:
Prompto would shiver at the feeling of cool lips pressed against his neck. He’s definitely not used to anything touching his neck, so he’s going to flush a very dark red, but smile in appreciation all the same and return their affection with a kiss to their cheek.
Gladiolus:
He’d probably hum in acknowledgement, not outwardly showing any surprise, and before they could step away pull them into his lap and kiss all over their face. They’d both laugh, and press their foreheads together. (The other make fun of them once they’re done for being so sweet together.)
Ignis:
Pressing a kiss to Ignis’ neck as a surprise, and then expecting a reaction, is NOT a good idea. (Or maybe it is depending…) He’d be the one to turn it into a game. They’d press a kiss to his neck, so he’d, later on, press a kiss to that small area beneath their earlobe and whisper sweet nothings to them. If they manage to pretend to be unaffected, they’d try and come up with a way to draw a surprised reaction out of him. (While he’d do the same.) The others can see whats up, but don’t mention it. It’s slightly entertaining watching them. Like watching a spy vs spy cartoon.
Oh wow. Owch.
Noctis:
He’d like them despite everyone warning him away from them. They’re terrible. He knows. They can be cruel to everyone near them. He knows. They’re taking advantage of him. He knows, he swears. But he can’t help it. Under their abrasive personality, he sometimes gets a glimpse of a sweet person. One who’s kindness more than makes up for how they behave regularly. And he’s sure that’s who they really are. And if he just….If he just gives them everything they ask for, bend to their will, perhaps if he just gives all his kindness and more….They’ll become that sweeter person. Permanently.
It’s not until years later he realizes they won’t change. They’re still the same and he’s so tired of trying to change them. It’s emotionally exhausting. And it hurts. Because he still likes them. It hurts so much but he can’t be their friend anymore. And when they lash out and leave him in the dust, like they’ve done with so many other people, he can’t help but cry.
This is not how a first love should go.
Prompto:
They’re sweet, and sickeningly kind. They’re all smiles and laughter, and cooed sweet nothings in his ears. And meant only for him. Because they’re friends right? So he’s sure he’s imagining it when they give him a backhanded compliment about much they love how he doesn’t care how he looks to another person. Or how much they envy his lack of responsibilities. He doesn’t notice them really…until they become more and more frequent.
He especially hates when they remind him of how much he weighed. And If he ever mentions it, they always point out how it was a compliment, and how they really didn’t mean to hurt him and oh my gosh, how could they? He’d end up comforting them over their spite filled words. Eventually, this would wear him down to where it’s enough. ENOUGH.
He’d distance himself from them, recognizing how they’d back him into a corner mentally, and make it seem like him being upset was his own fault. He’d have to take a few days just to breath, because his mind would occasionally flash back to those sweet words and secret smiles he’d fallen for. But he’d force himself to keep moving forward and away from them.
This is not how love should make you feel.
Gladiolus:
They’re pretty, but there’s something dangerous about them. Like they’re constantly dancing on the edge of some invisible cliff. Originally, this constant feeling of energy around them would pull him in. They’d be someone who could keep up with his life. They’d manage to stand beside him unflinchingly. When Gladio falls, man does he fall.
They’ve no care for safety, their own or others. They once convinced him to break into the ballroom of the palace on a whim, the one that had been closed off since he was a child. And he agreed because they had a daring smile, and had said please. But when they almost got caught, they left him, and upon confronting them later they just said it was his own fault for not being faster.
“Don’t expect me to follow you into the dark.”
As they grew closer, he noticed how their attitude was stuck in the same process. Seek danger, cause trouble, abandon anyone who can’t keep up. A refusal to trust anyone. He’d want to prove he could be the exception. He would be there. Please please please, just trust me to be there. But they wouldn’t. They’d say they’re friends, and they do trust him, but even he can tell that they didn’t mean it.
He’d be forced to end the friendship for both of their sakes. And he’d be a little broken up when they just let him go, turn their back on him, and never speak to him again. Occasionally he still thinks of them, and hopes that they found someone they could trust finally.
Love is about trust after all.
Ignis:
They’d be quiet and distant, and he’d want to reach them. He’d first give them small gestures, just wishing to be friends first off. And while they accept what he gives, they don’t ever drop the icy personality around him. But they smile a bit more, and greet him using his first name despite the cold treatment. Something that would give him hope.
Ignis is a giver. And he’d keep giving and giving, hoping that maybe, he could lure them out of their shell. No one tells him that they’ve done this before. Charmed someone and drew everything they could out of them until they could give no more. Everyone knows he needs to learn this on his own.
He’d consider them friends, but they’d be reluctant to say so. But they’d give just enough affection to him to keep encouraging him. To keep him coming back to them. Just as friends though. He doesn’t know that friends don’t have to give friends gifts just to make them smile.
Finally, after years of this, he really has no more energy to offer them. And, when they realized this, he’d absolutely shattered when they move onto a new person. Someone who like him thought they were beautiful, kind, shy, and quiet. Who just wanted to lure them out of their shell. He’d eventually move on as well, as any attempt to reconcile with them was met with that same steely distance and silence.
Love isn’t about only giving.
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