Inspired by a comment that @ghostocelot made on one of my asks.
The first time you called him “Glaio,” he didn’t really think too much on it. You missed a sound – it happens. Sometimes people speak too fast and they leave out sounds. It happens. The others didn’t say anything, either – well, Ignis had given you a strange look, but remained silent beyond that.
The second time you called him “Glaio,” he gave you a questioning look. You were unfazed by it, continuing the rest of your sentence without falter. He let it slide, but kept it in the back of his mind so he could ask you about it later.
The third time you called him “Glaio,” he did ask you about it. You dodged the question and steamrolled over his attempts to circle back around to the subject. After several more fruitless tries, he gave up with a sigh.
The fourth time you called him “Glaio,” he’d had enough.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” he asked you, his hand around your bicep and his eyes boring into yours, preventing you from escaping the subject.
Still, you tried. “Calling you what?” you replied, tilting your head to the side and fixing him with an innocent look.
“Glaio,” he said, exasperated, “You’ve been calling me that all day. It’s starting to bug me.”
“Ohhh.” You hummed, smiling at him. “You haven’t given me the D yet, so it only seemed fair.”
“I haven’t–oh.” Realization dawned on him in that moment. He stared down at you, watching your expression go from innocent to mischievous and a smirk pull at your lips. He laughed, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you close. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Well… I can fix that.”
You grinned at him. “I was hoping you’d say that, Glaio.”
I looked through my old drawings and found a similar looking portrait of Rion from 2011, which is a couple of years after I started putting effort into drawing. In general he’s changed in a lot of ways since I first made him which I’m super grateful for lol (and it’s so motivating to see how much my art has changed). ♥