Has very vivid dreams and usually remembers them perfectly
Doesn’t really talk about them though
Sleeptalks every night without fail
Sometimes it’s random nonsense
Sometimes he manages to string together complete thoughts
Secretly fears what he’ll reveal about himself while he’s asleep
(I mentioned in my last post that he says, “I hate carrots” in his sleep once)
(It’s true)
(IGNIS DOESN’T LIKE CARROTS)
(Eats them anyway)
Talks about knives in his sleep often enough that it’s a little… concerning
Once dreamed a man was standing in the corner of the tent, watching the boys sleep
Wakes up without realizing he’s not in the dream anymore
SUMMONS A DAGGER AND THROWS IT INTO THE CORNER OF THE TENT
Cue lots of confused and terrified screaming
Ignis sleeps in a sleeping bag zipped all the way up after that, with his arms tucked inside. It’s harder for him to sit up or use his arms, so he usually comes to his senses as he wriggles around
Usually wakes up with Gladio; he gets breakfast ready while Gladio does some morning exercises
Always has water, a towel, and a smoothie with protein powder ready for Gladio when he gets back
Gladio
Doesn’t always snore
But when he does
HE SNORES SO LOUDLY
It keeps Prompto awake
He will always try to discreetly wake Gladio up while making it look like an accident
Texting Noct’s phone so it makes a loud noise
…Throwing things at Gladio’s face and then pretending to still be asleep…
Sometimes Gladio thinks it’s Noct doing it and he pays the Ultimate Price
Can function with very little sleep; late nights affect him the least
Sharing a bed with him kind of sucks because he is so big and he sleeps with his stupid-giant limbs spread out everywhere like a musclebound starfish
Always offers to grab breakfast ingredients from the store for Ignis during his morning runs, if they’re sleeping in a hotel
Prompto
Usually the last person to fall asleep
Scrolls on his phone while the other boys are sleeping
Sleeps on his side, always
Has the weirdest dreams
Some of them involve friends and acquaintances and they’re so weird that he gets uncomfortable around them for a while
Once he dreamed that King Regis challenged him to a race around the track at school
Which wouldn’t have been so weird if Regis hadn’t been barefoot and dressed in a banana costume
Dream Regis: “You cannot defeat me, dear boy. Not when I have the power of Dad Jokes”
Regis does win the race. He spews Dad Joke after Dad Joke as he runs
Prompto is so upset in the dream that he lost that he wakes up literally crying
Suffers from occasional night terrors
Sits bolt upright in bed with a loud gasp, has to pant to catch his breath
Ignis always wakes up during these episodes and helps calm Prompto down
On the really bad nights he slips out and makes Prompto some chamomile tea
(He’ll also make chamomile tea when Prompto’s stomach is upset)
It doesn’t matter if this kid sleeps for nine hours or for two– he will always be SO TIRED WHEN HE WAKES UP
He has perpetual bags under his eyes
Is somehow both a morning and a night person though?????
It pisses Noctis off!!!!!!
Noctis
Sleeps in whatever position he starts in and will not move once the entire night
He is so still and quiet when he sleeps
Sometimes it looks like he’s dead
Prompto has legitimately woken up and thought Noctis died in his sleep because he doesn’t look like he’s even breathing
The deepest sleeper who has EVER LIVED
Seriously it’s like he’s dead or in a coma some mornings…
On these days, Gladio just scoops him up and dumps him in his chair by the fire. That’s usually enough to wake him up. He just sits there, head nodding up and down as he drifts in and out of sleep, until Ignis hands him his breakfast
Never remembers his dreams
Except for one
It involves Ignis
Noctis: “Hey, Ignis, can you–”
Ignis: “That is not my name”
Noctis: “That’s… what?”
Ignis: “The ‘S’ denotes a plural. I am but one man. I am not Ignis. I am a single Igni.”
I’ve been meaning to write up headcanon ideas for the Comrades player character’s interaction with the boys, but I didn’t start getting around to it until last night. Here are my ideas for meeting Gladio since he’s the only one my character has met so far. I’ll probably do the other boys if you guys like this one and I have ideas. :>
[Because I want your characters to do more with Gladio than kick his ass
so hard that he leaves the town in shame and you steal a really nice sword from
him (?!?!?!?!?!)]
Holly asks you to help take care of some daemons that had slipped into
the power plant. You make the mistake of trying out a new broadsword that you
haven’t had a chance to practice with that much yet. Don’t get me wrong—you still
kick ass! But daemons’ asses aren’t the only ones getting kicked; yours takes a pretty
nasty beating, too. But you get the job done. Plus you find this claw by the
elevator that’s as long as your forearm, and you know that Cid will be able to
use to make you The Most OP of All Time™. Like easily you will become the
Coolest and the Strongest member of your party. So slap a “VICTORY” label on
this mission and ship it on out.
You’re walking back to the marketplace when you hear someone grunting
and gasping for air somewhere far off to your right. You understandably think
that a daemon may have strayed from the power plant and is attacking someone
who needs your help. You take off in the direction the voice seems to be coming
from.
Turns out there aren’t any daemons around. It’s just some beefy dude
swinging his sword around all by himself. You guess he must be training—perfecting
his swings, practicing new techniques with a broadsword that looks like it’s
almost as long as you are tall. As impressive as this guy is, you can tell he’s
running himself ragged and looks completely exhausted.
You: “How about a break? You look ready to fall over.”
He practically jumps out of his skin. He was so caught up in what he
was doing that he didn’t notice you there. Whoops. You realize as he turns to
look at you that you know this man. Well, you know of him. Enough of your memory has returned to help you recognize that face. That’s Gladiolus
Amicitia, one of Prince Noctis’s royal retainers. Not many people in Lestallum have very nice things to say about him.
The extent of your former interactions with Gladio: You were at Galdin
Quay on a hunt and saw him and the retinue pull the biggest fucking fish you’d
ever seen out of the water. The boys had been kind enough to haul
the fish to the restaurant on the pier so that all of the patrons could share
it with them. You didn’t even like
fish that much, but holy hell. The Devil of the Cygillan was one of the
tastiest things you’d eaten in your life. Probably the tastiest thing you’ll ever eat in your life, since the world is falling apart now. As a former
Glaive, you’d considered approaching Prince Noctis to offer him your protection,
but when you heard him introduce himself as “Noct Gar” to a massage therapist near the bar,
you decided against it, lest you foil his attempts to keep a low profile.
You don’t know much else about Gladio, but you know that he was one of Prince Noctis’s sworn guardians. With Prince Noctis missing, what is Gladio doing? Why is he pushing himself so hard? Is it to grow stronger so that he might be able to help his missing oath-sworn liege (presuming that he’s still alive somewhere)? Or is it to punish himself for not being strong enough to keep Prince Noctis safe in the first place?
Gladio: “I’m fine.”
If watching this man work himself to the point of exhaustion wasn’t
indication enough that something was wrong, the low, gravelly tone of his voice
sure is. But you don’t know this guy very well. No, scratch that. You don’t
know this guy at all. So you don’t
pry, even though you’re really curious and have approximately two-hundred and
eighty-nine (289) questions—with “WHERE THE HELL IS PRINCE NOCTIS?????” sitting
undisputed at the top of the fucking list.
Maybe you can chat him up long enough to at least give him time to
catch his breath. You decide to try and strike up a casual conversation. About.
Uh. About…
You: “That’s a really big sword.”
“THAT’S A REALLY BIG SWORD”????
YOU GOOBER????
Gladio: “Yep.”
The small talk ball is in your court and you’re off at the concession stand buying
overpriced French fries. C’mon, Kingsglaive who hasn’t even had a chance to get
someone to jailbreak their phone yet, GET A BIT MORE CREATIVE WITH THOSE DIALOGUE
CHOICES.
You: “You come here often? To train, I mean.”
Okay. That’s a little better. As far as conversations go, you’re still
driving on the shoulder, but the car is parallel to the road and you’re at
least driving in the right direction.
Gladio: “Yeah. It’s quiet over here. Usually, no one bothers me.”
RUDE.
You: “You call that quiet? I could hear you moaning from all the way over
by the power plant.”
WHAT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT
ARE YOU TRYING TO PISS HIM OFF?????
HE IS SO BIG
HE COULD KILL YOU WITH HIS PINKIE FINGER PROBABLY
Gladio just laughs, though. And as surprised as you are to see that (he
seemed so surly a second ago???), you relax just a little bit.
Gladio: “Fair enough. I recognize that symbol. Kingsglaive, huh?”
(I like the idea that even if our characters wear different outfits,
they wear some article of clothing or accessory that bears the Kingsglaive
sigil. Like an armband or a jacket or a pendant.)
You: “Yeah.”
Gladio: “Were you there for the…? No. Never mind. No need to dig that
shit up now. History just keeps repeating itself, anyway. Kings fall. Princes
fall. And their failed protectors are left behind to try and pick up the fucking
pieces.”
You:
Gladio:
Gladio: *Shuffles back into a crouch to resume training* “Well… back to
it, I guess.”
You: “Wait.” You summon your new broadsword. “Let’s go a round. You and
me.”
Gladio:
You: “Unless you like punching air…?”
Gladio:
Gladio: “Weren’t you the one just telling me to take a break?”
D’oh! Yes, you were. But you don’t like the thought of leaving this guy alone when he’s clearly in such a dark place…
Gladio: “Fine. You’re on. One round.”
HE BEATS YOUR FUCKING ASS.
Okay like. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a complete massacre, but. Like.
The fight doesn’t last very long, either. Gladio manages to smack you with that
stupid-big sword and sends you flying into a pile of musty crates, knocking you
unconscious on impact.
You wake up as Gladio’s carrying you somewhere. You’re. Like. Super delirious
because you probably have a concussion. So you can’t really control your
muddled thoughts or stop them from slipping out of your mouth.
You: “Did I die? Did you kill me?”
Gladio:
You: “Am I dead? Are you hiding my body somewhere?”
Gladio:
You: “Hide my phone along with my body, okay? I couldn’t unlock it. I don’t
know what kind of embarrassing shit I might have on there. Just. Hide it. It’s my dying wish.”
Gladio:
Turns out he was carrying you to the infirmary. Iris sees Gladio
carrying you into the tent beside her clothing shop and she is PISSED!
Iris:“GLADIOLUS [REDACTED MIDDLE NAME] AMICITIA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY
FAVORITE CUSTOMER????!!!” D:<
Gladio: “I didn’t… *Sigh* Fuck. They sparred with me. It happens. They’re
fine.”
Gladio kind of just dumps you onto a cot and excuses himself to fetch a
medic while Iris fusses over you, apologizing for her idiot big brother. She
promises he’s really nice most of the time, honest.
…You’ll have to take her word for it.
The doctor comes into the tent and tends to your injuries, but Gladio’s
nowhere to be seen. This makes Iris even angrier and she promises she’ll find
him and beat some sense into him… but you tell her not to. It’s fine.
Later that night, you get a text from a number you don’t recognize.
Unknown Number: “Hey its gladio. Know u cant unlock ur phone but
hopefully you see this on the lock screen. Meet by the plant in 5 min if u want.”
You go.
The Cup Noodles he has waiting for you have nothing on the amazing food
that Monica, Cid, and even Cindy have been nice enough to make for you at camp
after hunts. The ramen is lukewarm and the carrots are unpleasant, flavorless surprise lumps that you chew up along with the noodles. But with the calm and quiet of Gladio’s
company, and with the stars shining brighter than you’ve ever seen them without
man-made light to push away their glow, it’s one of the best meals you’ve had
since you woke up in the back of that truck with Libertus, ears ringing as he insisted that you
continue to fight in a war you don’t really remember signing up for in the first
place.
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