metamorphosis

Title: “and turn and go up to the open door boldly, and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.”
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G

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"Do you think she likes roses?" His hands carefully part the flowers, feeling their petals and admiring their colors as a designer would the fabric of a dress. Spada leans forward and takes one between his fingers, rolling the trimmed stem between them and shrugging. Luca frowns and looks up at him, drawing his hands away from the flowers and rubs them on the pant of his pants. "You're not being very helpful."

"You seriously expectin' me to know what she likes?" It comes out a little harsher than he means it to and he sucks air through his teeth as Luca's eyes widen, then turn back of the colorful row of roses. "Man, it ain't that hard. Girls like flowers. Just get her somethin' pretty."

"Then... Maybe daisies would be fine... Or a forget-me-not? No, that symbolism's way too strong..." Spada almost groans - almost! - and pushes Luca's face into the blooms, stepping back when Luca tries to grab his leg and keeps back a few feet, frowning at him. "Spada!"

"She ain't gonna know the difference! Just pick somethin'!"

Luca gives him a petulant look up selects a bright bouquet of yellow and white daisies, paying for them and following Spada out the door of the small flower shop. Spada sighs - finally! - and grins, slipping an arm around Luca's shoulder.

"I think she would've liked the roses better."

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