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Pins and needles stung his left arm, jolting Gladio awake. There was a great pressure, bearing down upon his upper arm, pinching and choking.
The culpit? None other than his darling husband, Ignis.
Quiet and careful, Gladio turned and gazed at his sleeping hubby. He lay curled in, head finding pillow in the crook of Gladio’s arm. His hair was down and unkempt, bangs brushing over his eyebrows. His smooth lips were open but a crack, a gentle snore easing in and out. His facial skin was loose, all soft with no stiffness. His eyes remained shut and relaxed, shielding his magnificent emerald eyes.
Gladio exhaled, bringing a hand to stroke Ignis’s soft cheek. Ignis muttered, then leaned into the touch, a smile growing upon smooth lips. Gladio mimicked.
If only Ignis could spend every day like this; stress-free, worry-free. Of course, he enjoyed his job, but it pained Gladio to see pressure build up in his shoulders, his forehead.
In these moments, though, late at night in their bed, Ignis was truly at peace.
Gladio would do everything to protect that.
He kissed Ignis’s forehead and embraced him closer. He would deal with his limp arm in the morning.