Noctis had always been able to rely on Gladio as the bulldozer of the group, and nothing’s changed regarding that. Where his blade swings, no one can hope to remain standing — there’s a comfort in that reliability, in that one constant that he’s used to, even out here in the far reaches of space, so far departed from their world. Even in the chaos of laser fire, as he swipes his own sword to cut a rifle away from yet another attacker, Noctis mentally leans into this harmony, letting it grant him focus on the battlefield.
Which makes the transition from spoken word to mental communication all the more natural, even if he does it without really thinking.]
(You look dumb wearing that thing without any sleeves, you know.)
[Ten years later, and the 20 year-old Noctis still shines through on more than one occasion. Even as they cleave through more aliens, even as the king phases through a laser that would have met its mark otherwise. It's not like Noctis looks any less ridiculous in his own attire.]
don't talk to ur king that way
Noctis had always been able to rely on Gladio as the bulldozer of the group, and nothing’s changed regarding that. Where his blade swings, no one can hope to remain standing — there’s a comfort in that reliability, in that one constant that he’s used to, even out here in the far reaches of space, so far departed from their world. Even in the chaos of laser fire, as he swipes his own sword to cut a rifle away from yet another attacker, Noctis mentally leans into this harmony, letting it grant him focus on the battlefield.
Which makes the transition from spoken word to mental communication all the more natural, even if he does it without really thinking.]
(You look dumb wearing that thing without any sleeves, you know.)
[Ten years later, and the 20 year-old Noctis still shines through on more than one occasion. Even as they cleave through more aliens, even as the king phases through a laser that would have met its mark otherwise. It's not like Noctis looks any less ridiculous in his own attire.]