❰ the nudge has him grunting, brow furrowing in wordless protest. it's not morning, is it? can't be. the hell's he waking him up for?
and then comes the question, like a bucket of cold water that lingers, chilly, around his spine. a citadel. citadel.
the citadel.
something about it resonates, like a gong that makes no sound but instead sends a shudder through your very soul. there are flashes of - of what? of nothing. of shit that doesn't make sense in the slightest, like something he saw in a dream.
the silence is too long, but gladio's too still to pass for asleep. he's not sure if he's remembered to breathe these last few seconds but he's breathing now, careful and deliberate. as if he's ever been careful and deliberate in his whole goddamn life. ❱
I-... ❰ his throat's too dry - the word comes out scratchy, even so quiet.
after a second, he scowls against ignis's back. ❱ What are you talking about? ❰ why now? why that word? something's fucking strange and gladio doesn't know entirely how to reconcile it. ❱
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and then comes the question, like a bucket of cold water that lingers, chilly, around his spine. a citadel. citadel.
the citadel.
something about it resonates, like a gong that makes no sound but instead sends a shudder through your very soul. there are flashes of - of what? of nothing. of shit that doesn't make sense in the slightest, like something he saw in a dream.
the silence is too long, but gladio's too still to pass for asleep. he's not sure if he's remembered to breathe these last few seconds but he's breathing now, careful and deliberate. as if he's ever been careful and deliberate in his whole goddamn life. ❱
I-... ❰ his throat's too dry - the word comes out scratchy, even so quiet.
after a second, he scowls against ignis's back. ❱ What are you talking about? ❰ why now? why that word? something's fucking strange and gladio doesn't know entirely how to reconcile it. ❱