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metamorphosis2012-05-13 02:05 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-05-13 02:05 pm
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Title: marriage
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
131/365.
He's not sure he can do this.
The suit is crisp and fresh; there aren't any wrinkles or tears or stains, not even on the white cuffs or the white dress shirt underneath (and that still has all of its buttons; it feels weird to have all of those). It's perfect and immaculate and --
it doesn't suit him in the least. Neither does marriage - or the person he's marrying - but he's willing to make a few exceptions. More than a few exceptions. Too many exceptions. Spada curls his upper lip at himself in the mirror and sighs, tugs at his collar and tries not to grin as a few buttons work their way off into his hand. Much better.
-
It's a little strange, but he can tell Luca's nervous without even looking at him -- or maybe it isn't strange, since the boy's an open book even now, and it comes off of him in waves. It isn't usually done - men getting married isn't the norm and wouldn't be for a long time, if ever - but Ange is the Holy Maiden of Naos, even now, and she makes as many exceptions as he does for Luca. He doesn't listen to half the words she says (it's all religious, how Devaloka was sure to bless their marriage and keep them together until the day they could rebirth as gods -- it's bullshit, and more than half the party present knows it, including Ange) and he refrains from asking her to just skip to the end. Being in front of some many people - by Luca's side, and not in the position he had expected to be in (best man, maybe -- husband? certainly not) - makes him unexpectedly uncomfortable, but he's good at not letting it show. He can't say the same for Luca, but a little constancy isn't so bad.
His voice wavers a little as he recites his vows back at Luca, who - despite the times they've practiced on each other (except that was only pretend -- they hadn't expected to ever get married, and it was for their wives, should they ever take one -- it wasn't supposed to be real) - flushes in embarrassment but keeps his chin up. Luca does the same - his voice isn't wavering, it's shaking as if the gales of Tenos are ripping through his throat - andit's quiet as they exchange rings. Words, rings -- little things, and -- it's a little too fast, maybe. A kiss to seal the deal, and it's not as if they haven't kissed before (practice, Luca; how else are you gonna marry Iria?) but it's the first time it's been in front of so many people and he'll admit he's a little scared.
Not scared of Luca or being a bad kisser, or of the people around him, no; he's scared of what'll come next. It's one thing to mess around and tease his best friend about it; it's another to actually put on the locks and chains of commitment entirely, and he steps forward, takes Luca into his arms (his fingers squeeze his forearms tightly, and Luca returns the squeeze with his own, even tighter), and kisses him. He's sure there's a lot of cheering - that happens at weddings, right? - but he can't hear it; the only thing he hears is Luca's heartbeat, pounding erratically (because it couldn't be his, right?). It's not that long of a kiss - there are people to see, people to listen to, family to look for and not expect to see (and not see at all, but no surprise there) - but it's long enough and when he draws back, Luca's smiling as bright as anything and Spada feels his heart stir in his stomach.
-
"It's not too late to back out, you know." Luca's voice is quiet as they sit on the suite's bed; he's watching the ring on his hand, spinning it on his finger slowly and almost seems tempted to take it off. Spada shakes his head and leans against him, feeling drained, and Luca turns a frown on him. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, I know. Just shut up and let's sleep, all right?" Spada drags Luca down and offers him a grin. Luca's eyes linger on it then turn to the ceiling and close, although he gets up a second later to change out of his tuxedo. Spada does the same, and they lay next to each other beneath the covers. Luca's lamp is on, with a book so far untouched beside it (and one that'd probably stay that way, the way things were going - nowhere), and he doesn't make a move to turn it off; he stares at the ring on his left hand instead and Spada sighs, rolling over and caging him against the bed. Luca's surprise would be amusing if it wasn't barely masking whatever guilt he felt. Mostly, it pisses him off.
"I said yeah, didn't I?" Luca stares at him, ashamed; Spada grits his teeth and leans closer, brushing a kiss onto Luca's cheek and letting his breath hover on his ear. "So stop worryin' about it."
Luca nods, fingers curling into the blankets as he draws them past his lips and relaxing into the bed as Spada shifts back to his side and tugs him closer. It's a long while before he falls asleep; it's even longer before Spada does the same, watching the light of the reading lamp with his chin on Luca's head and his arms around his shoulders.
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
131/365.
He's not sure he can do this.
The suit is crisp and fresh; there aren't any wrinkles or tears or stains, not even on the white cuffs or the white dress shirt underneath (and that still has all of its buttons; it feels weird to have all of those). It's perfect and immaculate and --
it doesn't suit him in the least. Neither does marriage - or the person he's marrying - but he's willing to make a few exceptions. More than a few exceptions. Too many exceptions. Spada curls his upper lip at himself in the mirror and sighs, tugs at his collar and tries not to grin as a few buttons work their way off into his hand. Much better.
-
It's a little strange, but he can tell Luca's nervous without even looking at him -- or maybe it isn't strange, since the boy's an open book even now, and it comes off of him in waves. It isn't usually done - men getting married isn't the norm and wouldn't be for a long time, if ever - but Ange is the Holy Maiden of Naos, even now, and she makes as many exceptions as he does for Luca. He doesn't listen to half the words she says (it's all religious, how Devaloka was sure to bless their marriage and keep them together until the day they could rebirth as gods -- it's bullshit, and more than half the party present knows it, including Ange) and he refrains from asking her to just skip to the end. Being in front of some many people - by Luca's side, and not in the position he had expected to be in (best man, maybe -- husband? certainly not) - makes him unexpectedly uncomfortable, but he's good at not letting it show. He can't say the same for Luca, but a little constancy isn't so bad.
His voice wavers a little as he recites his vows back at Luca, who - despite the times they've practiced on each other (except that was only pretend -- they hadn't expected to ever get married, and it was for their wives, should they ever take one -- it wasn't supposed to be real) - flushes in embarrassment but keeps his chin up. Luca does the same - his voice isn't wavering, it's shaking as if the gales of Tenos are ripping through his throat - andit's quiet as they exchange rings. Words, rings -- little things, and -- it's a little too fast, maybe. A kiss to seal the deal, and it's not as if they haven't kissed before (practice, Luca; how else are you gonna marry Iria?) but it's the first time it's been in front of so many people and he'll admit he's a little scared.
Not scared of Luca or being a bad kisser, or of the people around him, no; he's scared of what'll come next. It's one thing to mess around and tease his best friend about it; it's another to actually put on the locks and chains of commitment entirely, and he steps forward, takes Luca into his arms (his fingers squeeze his forearms tightly, and Luca returns the squeeze with his own, even tighter), and kisses him. He's sure there's a lot of cheering - that happens at weddings, right? - but he can't hear it; the only thing he hears is Luca's heartbeat, pounding erratically (because it couldn't be his, right?). It's not that long of a kiss - there are people to see, people to listen to, family to look for and not expect to see (and not see at all, but no surprise there) - but it's long enough and when he draws back, Luca's smiling as bright as anything and Spada feels his heart stir in his stomach.
-
"It's not too late to back out, you know." Luca's voice is quiet as they sit on the suite's bed; he's watching the ring on his hand, spinning it on his finger slowly and almost seems tempted to take it off. Spada shakes his head and leans against him, feeling drained, and Luca turns a frown on him. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, I know. Just shut up and let's sleep, all right?" Spada drags Luca down and offers him a grin. Luca's eyes linger on it then turn to the ceiling and close, although he gets up a second later to change out of his tuxedo. Spada does the same, and they lay next to each other beneath the covers. Luca's lamp is on, with a book so far untouched beside it (and one that'd probably stay that way, the way things were going - nowhere), and he doesn't make a move to turn it off; he stares at the ring on his left hand instead and Spada sighs, rolling over and caging him against the bed. Luca's surprise would be amusing if it wasn't barely masking whatever guilt he felt. Mostly, it pisses him off.
"I said yeah, didn't I?" Luca stares at him, ashamed; Spada grits his teeth and leans closer, brushing a kiss onto Luca's cheek and letting his breath hover on his ear. "So stop worryin' about it."
Luca nods, fingers curling into the blankets as he draws them past his lips and relaxing into the bed as Spada shifts back to his side and tugs him closer. It's a long while before he falls asleep; it's even longer before Spada does the same, watching the light of the reading lamp with his chin on Luca's head and his arms around his shoulders.