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metamorphosis2011-12-30 09:15 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2011-12-30 09:15 pm
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Title: play (1/4)
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
5/365. For some dumbshit high school romance au.
It's not often that Luca sees Spada looking downright pissed. Maybe that's not the right thing to describe it, though; he's frustrated and looks like he'd rather be six feet under than anywhere else. There's a paper clenched in his right hand and when Luca coaxes it out after a few tugs, it's a note from the principal.
“'You've been absent from school for too many days, which under normal circumstances would keep you back a grade (again). However, I'm going to be generous and instead sentence you to be the lead role in this year's winter musical. All you have to do is show up, learn your lines, and perform all three nights in the play, and I'll forgive your absences for this school semester. You're better than this, Belforma.' A school play... That doesn't sound so bad.”
“It's a musical.”
“Your voice can't be that bad.”
Spada doesn't answer him; he yanks the note from Luca's hand and crumples it up, throwing it with practiced ease into a trash can across the room and presses his knuckles to his lips sullenly. Luca purses his lips a little and sits beside him; he hesitates, then leans against him and sets his head against his shoulder. Spada glances down at him the same time Luca glances up; their eyes meet for a moment, at least until Luca closes his eyes and sighs.
“It won't be so hard. I'll help you memorize your lines, okay? And... you really only have to go to get fitted for your costume... and for dress rehearsals, I guess.”
Luca is a comforting warmth against his side, and Spada wraps an arm around his shoulder, tugging him closer and rolling his eyes.
“That supposed to make me want to do this?”
'Yes' is on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't say it, too embarrassed at being so easy to see through; Spada chuckles and shakes his head, tilting his hat down and laying his chin on Luca's head.
“Nah, man, I'm just wonderin' what'll happen to my street cred. What do you think they'll say when they see Spada Belforma on stage, singin' and dancin'?”
“... That he's a very talented young man?”
He's startled when Spada leans away from him and he falls a little before he catches himself, more than a little panicked – but close to laughing at the affronted look on his companion's face. It twists into an irritated scowl and Spada grabs him back, knuckles grinding into his skull. Luca stops giggling and starts yelping, trying to shove his fist away and squirming as the noogie gets worse. At some point, though, it gets light and lighter until Spada's just running his fingers through the soft silver hair; he stops when Luca looks up and his fingers brush the ridge of his brow instead, slide down and caress his cheek, straying to the edge of his jaw and resting there. It's a little too tender for his tastes (it's a little too tender for Luca, too, although he definitely likes it more than getting noogied like some middle schooler) and Spada gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder and stands, stepping away and adjusting his hat again. He glances at Luca over his shoulder and shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“It's not like anyone goes to school plays, right? And it's a musical – how hard can it be?”
It's slow, but happiness tugs at the ends of his lips and Luca smiles, nodding (even if Spada can't see it, turned away as he was).
“That's right. Um-- after school-- we can swing by the drama club and pick up a script, and then we could go to your house to prac--”
Spada turns and grabs his arm roughfully; Luce winces out loud and Spada presses a finger to his lips to shut him up.
“My house's no good..” He pauses until Luca nods; he lets him go and turns, waving over his shoulder. “We'll go to yours, aight?”
“... If not yours, then I guess so. My parents won't mind.”
Spada slips out of his class faster than Luca expects him to (and a few minutes before the late bell rung, too – the first time he'd ever be on time to class, he supposes) and leaves him distractedly chewing the butt of his pencil for the rest of class, wondering what kind of family Spada had if he didn't want Luca go hang out with him there.
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
5/365. For some dumbshit high school romance au.
It's not often that Luca sees Spada looking downright pissed. Maybe that's not the right thing to describe it, though; he's frustrated and looks like he'd rather be six feet under than anywhere else. There's a paper clenched in his right hand and when Luca coaxes it out after a few tugs, it's a note from the principal.
“'You've been absent from school for too many days, which under normal circumstances would keep you back a grade (again). However, I'm going to be generous and instead sentence you to be the lead role in this year's winter musical. All you have to do is show up, learn your lines, and perform all three nights in the play, and I'll forgive your absences for this school semester. You're better than this, Belforma.' A school play... That doesn't sound so bad.”
“It's a musical.”
“Your voice can't be that bad.”
Spada doesn't answer him; he yanks the note from Luca's hand and crumples it up, throwing it with practiced ease into a trash can across the room and presses his knuckles to his lips sullenly. Luca purses his lips a little and sits beside him; he hesitates, then leans against him and sets his head against his shoulder. Spada glances down at him the same time Luca glances up; their eyes meet for a moment, at least until Luca closes his eyes and sighs.
“It won't be so hard. I'll help you memorize your lines, okay? And... you really only have to go to get fitted for your costume... and for dress rehearsals, I guess.”
Luca is a comforting warmth against his side, and Spada wraps an arm around his shoulder, tugging him closer and rolling his eyes.
“That supposed to make me want to do this?”
'Yes' is on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't say it, too embarrassed at being so easy to see through; Spada chuckles and shakes his head, tilting his hat down and laying his chin on Luca's head.
“Nah, man, I'm just wonderin' what'll happen to my street cred. What do you think they'll say when they see Spada Belforma on stage, singin' and dancin'?”
“... That he's a very talented young man?”
He's startled when Spada leans away from him and he falls a little before he catches himself, more than a little panicked – but close to laughing at the affronted look on his companion's face. It twists into an irritated scowl and Spada grabs him back, knuckles grinding into his skull. Luca stops giggling and starts yelping, trying to shove his fist away and squirming as the noogie gets worse. At some point, though, it gets light and lighter until Spada's just running his fingers through the soft silver hair; he stops when Luca looks up and his fingers brush the ridge of his brow instead, slide down and caress his cheek, straying to the edge of his jaw and resting there. It's a little too tender for his tastes (it's a little too tender for Luca, too, although he definitely likes it more than getting noogied like some middle schooler) and Spada gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder and stands, stepping away and adjusting his hat again. He glances at Luca over his shoulder and shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“It's not like anyone goes to school plays, right? And it's a musical – how hard can it be?”
It's slow, but happiness tugs at the ends of his lips and Luca smiles, nodding (even if Spada can't see it, turned away as he was).
“That's right. Um-- after school-- we can swing by the drama club and pick up a script, and then we could go to your house to prac--”
Spada turns and grabs his arm roughfully; Luce winces out loud and Spada presses a finger to his lips to shut him up.
“My house's no good..” He pauses until Luca nods; he lets him go and turns, waving over his shoulder. “We'll go to yours, aight?”
“... If not yours, then I guess so. My parents won't mind.”
Spada slips out of his class faster than Luca expects him to (and a few minutes before the late bell rung, too – the first time he'd ever be on time to class, he supposes) and leaves him distractedly chewing the butt of his pencil for the rest of class, wondering what kind of family Spada had if he didn't want Luca go hang out with him there.