Gladio
·
He raises a brow but seems otherwise un-phased
by it·
He used to unusual fighting styles and responses
to stress, laughter isn’t the most surprising·
He can tell the difference between laughs a mile
off though, it’s nothing like the snarky playful laugh you get when you’re
teasing each other, not that belly laugh you two get when you’re blowing
raspberries at each other over cup noodles, it wavers and the tones just a bit
higher than it should be·
As soon as he hears it Gladio is on edge, ready
to strike, to defend his SO·
If it’s a social situation he makes sure to put
an arm around his SO, giving them the nod that he’s there for them, he’s got
themNoctis
·
Noct hears you laugh and knows what it means
straight off, you’re scared and he’s right there with you·
The prince’s hand is in yours, staring down
whatever has you chuckling to yourself·
He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, in
those soft little circles that help you ease·
When it’s a daemon that’s got you pinned, back
against the wall, that distinct black spectral ooze leaking out of its jaws and
you laugh·
He spins from whatever he’s doing, dropping it
like it’s nothing, warping to your side to bury a spear in the neck of the
demon·
He helps you up with a smile, a chuckle of his
own and a hand up so you can get to your feetIgnis
·
Cup of Ebony in hand Iggy hears that distinct
tipple, the chuckle that catches itself in your chest because your jaw is set
and your throat is tight·
He moves over from his spot on the love seat, plonking
himself beside his SO at the table, they’ve been pouring over their work for
weeks, and now it’s starting to get to them·
He takes a gloved hand and lightly trails it
along his SOs neck, finding the crook so he can stroke the length of your jaw,
just how you like it·
He coolly asks you what’s got you running
scared, he listens dutifully as you pour your heart out about your troubles·
The piling deadlines, the uncomfortable exams,
the mountains and mountains of stress and paperwork·
He kisses you soft and gentle until the nervous
laughter subsides·
Then works with you on a plan of action, you’ll
tackle anything scary togetherPrompto
·
Prom doesn’t hear you laugh at first, he’s been
listening to you talk, listening to what you’ve been saying·
He’s excited for your good news, you’re moving
to a bigger job, bigger city, better prospects·
He hopes you enjoy it, and that he can visit·
He starts to asks you when he can visit and you
give that laugh again, the strained laugh, the one that doesn’t quite sound
like a laugh at all·
His eyes go wide, those soft freckles that
pepper his face light up as he realises·
“Hey, are you scared? Oh no…” You hear him say
before he wraps you up in a warm fluffy hug·
He listens as you tell him about your concerns,
nodding along as he sits you down·
He stops you only to bring you some hot
chocolate and many extra marshmallows·
After you’re done he regales you with a telling
of how you’re going to be the best at your job, how the trip is going to be the
best thing you’ve gone on yet, about all the friends you’ll make, and all your
successes so far·
And he finishes it off by tell you that even if
it doesn’t work out, you’ll always have him, and homeDino
·
He thinks you’re crazy, always laughing in the
face of danger·
You’re staring down a two ton Behemoth, and you’re
laughing·
He never really twigs that it’s nerves·
Dino hangs back, keeps behind you and lets you
get to work·
He’s your personal cheer team·
He knows your work is just as beautiful as his
and he makes sure to deck you out to boot with his rocks·
He makes you a particular pendant to remind you
of him, it works for helping you laugh a little less nervously, rubbing the
stone between your forefinger and thumb·
Sometimes he even laughs with you, right in the
face of danger too, just as loud as he can– Mod Nanaki