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metamorphosis2012-05-02 12:45 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-05-02 12:45 am
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Title: side b
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
128/365. dumbshit highschool au.
For the next few nights, Spada lays thinking about the kiss; his fingers drift to his lips and he presses them there, and when he catches himself he turns on his side and opens his eyes, groaning softly. The rest of the underground city is asleep, but sleep doesn't find him easily later, and he feels a smile pull at his lips when he remembers it's the same excuse Luca had used so many months ago. Or something, he said.
Spada's sure he understands what sort of something kept him up; he's sure he knew before, but experiencing it first hand is a little better. It shakes him up a little though; he's been kissed a dozen times before (kissed better looking people, too, who had better experience and a better motive behind it) but Luca's is the one that keeps him up at night –
Maybe it isn't fair to say it's Luca's kiss (because it's nothing to brag about, not at all) but their conversation. Words don't mean much to him – save the five pillars, but those aren't just words; they're life itself – but there's something different when it comes to Luca. He'd been unsure, but certain enough to act on something; Spada frowns and glances at the small sleeping form of Hermana a few feet away, and closes his eyes.
They shoot open when he feels someone quietly settle beside him and when he looks back, it's Luca, sitting on his knees and leaning against his back. His eyes adjust back to the darkness before he can manage to make out the slightly scared expression the boy has going for him and he sighs, looping an arm around his waist – he almost draws it back away, thinking of the other day, but keeps it there, feeling uncomfortable warm. Luca seems to feel the same, but he closes his eyes and leans against him more, his forearm on Spada's side.
“I'm sorry,” Luca whispers, slipping down until his cheek's against Spada's shoulder and he's uncomfortably twisted in a half-sitting, half-laying position against his back. Spada frowns, turning his face back to the darkness, and lets his fingers make idle conversation with Luca's jacket.
“Nothin' to be sorry for.” He pauses, just to make a show of it, and sighs. “You shouldn't be down here anyway. Anyone give you trouble on the way?”
“No. I snuck out... I probably shouldn't stay long since my parents'll get worried.” Luca shifts against his side again and Spada tightens his grip, a warning against more movement. It seems to work, because Luca decides he's comfortable and stays the way he is. Good.
“Better start now,” and maybe he's a little too harsh in the way he says it because Luca tenses against his side and never quite returns to the relaxed form he had. Spada grits his teeth and tries again, closing his eyes as he does so. “People'll start wakin' up soon. Not everyone here's up all day.”
“Oh.” That's all. He feels Luca press closer and sigh, then sit up slightly; Spada looks at him and feels his heart unexpectedly sink into his stomach at the meager distance between these faces. They don't stay like that for long, because he kisses Luca and feels him respond in kind, and he's not sure why he's done it (although he can guess, maybe) but it isn't before long they're tussling on the warmed, concrete floor and feeling their way through whatever it is Spada's damned them to. Luca's crouched over him, fingers tightly knotted against the back of his neck, when someone clears their throat; one quick look and a break away is all they need to recognize it as Hermana, watching them with a grin, and despite himself Spada feels his face grow hotter. He feels Luca's do the same, but that's not surprising in the least; the boy'd blush if he'd been caught stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.
Luca doesn't leave (he slips down and lays back to back to Spada) and Spada doesn't make him; he just retrieves his arm from its uncomfortable embrace and stretches out, resting his cheek on his arm and hoping the both of them are gone before he wakes up.
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
128/365. dumbshit highschool au.
For the next few nights, Spada lays thinking about the kiss; his fingers drift to his lips and he presses them there, and when he catches himself he turns on his side and opens his eyes, groaning softly. The rest of the underground city is asleep, but sleep doesn't find him easily later, and he feels a smile pull at his lips when he remembers it's the same excuse Luca had used so many months ago. Or something, he said.
Spada's sure he understands what sort of something kept him up; he's sure he knew before, but experiencing it first hand is a little better. It shakes him up a little though; he's been kissed a dozen times before (kissed better looking people, too, who had better experience and a better motive behind it) but Luca's is the one that keeps him up at night –
Maybe it isn't fair to say it's Luca's kiss (because it's nothing to brag about, not at all) but their conversation. Words don't mean much to him – save the five pillars, but those aren't just words; they're life itself – but there's something different when it comes to Luca. He'd been unsure, but certain enough to act on something; Spada frowns and glances at the small sleeping form of Hermana a few feet away, and closes his eyes.
They shoot open when he feels someone quietly settle beside him and when he looks back, it's Luca, sitting on his knees and leaning against his back. His eyes adjust back to the darkness before he can manage to make out the slightly scared expression the boy has going for him and he sighs, looping an arm around his waist – he almost draws it back away, thinking of the other day, but keeps it there, feeling uncomfortable warm. Luca seems to feel the same, but he closes his eyes and leans against him more, his forearm on Spada's side.
“I'm sorry,” Luca whispers, slipping down until his cheek's against Spada's shoulder and he's uncomfortably twisted in a half-sitting, half-laying position against his back. Spada frowns, turning his face back to the darkness, and lets his fingers make idle conversation with Luca's jacket.
“Nothin' to be sorry for.” He pauses, just to make a show of it, and sighs. “You shouldn't be down here anyway. Anyone give you trouble on the way?”
“No. I snuck out... I probably shouldn't stay long since my parents'll get worried.” Luca shifts against his side again and Spada tightens his grip, a warning against more movement. It seems to work, because Luca decides he's comfortable and stays the way he is. Good.
“Better start now,” and maybe he's a little too harsh in the way he says it because Luca tenses against his side and never quite returns to the relaxed form he had. Spada grits his teeth and tries again, closing his eyes as he does so. “People'll start wakin' up soon. Not everyone here's up all day.”
“Oh.” That's all. He feels Luca press closer and sigh, then sit up slightly; Spada looks at him and feels his heart unexpectedly sink into his stomach at the meager distance between these faces. They don't stay like that for long, because he kisses Luca and feels him respond in kind, and he's not sure why he's done it (although he can guess, maybe) but it isn't before long they're tussling on the warmed, concrete floor and feeling their way through whatever it is Spada's damned them to. Luca's crouched over him, fingers tightly knotted against the back of his neck, when someone clears their throat; one quick look and a break away is all they need to recognize it as Hermana, watching them with a grin, and despite himself Spada feels his face grow hotter. He feels Luca's do the same, but that's not surprising in the least; the boy'd blush if he'd been caught stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.
Luca doesn't leave (he slips down and lays back to back to Spada) and Spada doesn't make him; he just retrieves his arm from its uncomfortable embrace and stretches out, resting his cheek on his arm and hoping the both of them are gone before he wakes up.