Day Number: 4 – Chronic Pain
Pairings: Gladio/Noct
Rating: G
Warnings: Canon-compliant
Summary: From up here on the bluffs, it’s as if they can see the whole world from its very edge — the wide, endless expanse of the sky above ink-blue in the west and watery rose-grey in the east, fading seamlessly to meet with the plane of the ocean below.
Or: Gladio puts down his sword for the last time.
Additional Notes: Another one for @gladnoctweek, if a little late!
“So. Not even a little bit, huh?”
“…”
“A small one?”
“…”
“What if it’s puny?”
“You finding this funny?” Gladio grunts.
“I happen to find it hilarious.”
“You would,” Gladio says, leaning back against the stone wall behind them in the dark.
Noct is unfazed, kicking his feet over the side of the ledge with a smirk tugging at his mouth. “A day comes when a man just has to put down his enormous, free-swinging, hard-beaten, two-handed sword,” he says, not quite mournful.
[fic] phantom pain
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