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metamorphosis2012-01-01 05:28 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-01 05:28 pm
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Title: play (2/4)
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
6/365. For some dumbass high school au.
They swing by the drama room after school and loiter by the doorway in the hall, flipping through the pages. It's nothing too bad; an ice prince fights an evil fire spirit who wants to melt the prince's kingdom and steal his princess, the lady of life or something. It's the same old-same old, the tried-and-tested formula, and Luca sighs as he lets the pages fall back into their place and leaves it in Spada's hands. They leave soon after (they stop by the library for Luca to return his books and nothing more - although he had really wanted to check out the new releases--) and make their way to the residential district. Luca's not poor by any means; his family's house is one of the bigger ones in the district, but it's twice as homely as any of them, and not in a bad way either. The moment Spada steps through the door it's warm and light and Luca's mother greets them both with a smile.
It makes him a little jealous, to be honest. Luca smiles and takes it for granted, nodding meekly to his father (who sits at the table, a newspaper in his hands, just like something of an old television show) as they pass to get to the stairs. It doesn't surprise Spada to see that Luca's bedroom is a little more than bare; bed, desk (with a lamp and innumerable amount of pens and pencils scattered across it, along with a few larger school books), a bookshelf (the majority of the books rest here, perfectly aligned, with only their worn covers and spines to show that they'd been treasured and read over and over again), and, of all things, a pair of navy blue bean bags. There's a medium-sized window (more like an archway of a door with little panes and no locks) and Luca opens it a little, cracking the panels just a bit and making sure the white curtains on each side of it are tied back neatly with their little ribbons.
Then, they begin.
Luca plays his love interest, and, since they have only one script, stands close to Spada. It's a little entrancing to see such a weak-willed boy take on the role of a princess, and halfway through his first line Spada nudges him in the side and grins, muttering that he fit the role perfectly – he should've tried out for it. Luca turns a little pink and shakes his head, shoving him back, and replies that he should pay attention to the script. Day by day they continue – skipping all the singing parts (because Luca's not confident in his voice and Spada doesn't want Luca to hear him sing – and they don't have the music, anyway, to follow along with, along by the way the syllables slip up and down Luca can give a good estimate on the beat of it) – and, the fourth day reading and reviewing the script, stopping uncertainly at a scene, marked in red ink. Kiss, it reads, and Luca glances up at Spada, who frowns at the paper in his hands and tosses it onto Luca's bed.
“We don't have to practice that. I can kiss just fine.”
Luca hesitates, but sits on his bed and picks up the script again, thumbing the edge of the page and reading the lines to himself. A confession of love (his ears burn at it, honestly; he knows Spada's voice so well from practicing with him for the past few days that he can almost hear it in his voice in his mind) and then they kiss. It's simple and starts for the end of the play (the princess gets kidnapped a final time after that, and the prince rushes off to save her and kills the fire spirit) and he sighs. Something – or rather, someone's hand – caresses his ear and when he looks up, it's Spada, smirking broadly and two inches from his face.
“What's got you all blushin' like a virgin on her weddin' night, Luca?”
“I-- N-Nothing! I-I was just reading the, um, the script--”
“You think we should practice that scene?” Spada centimeters closer, and Luca can feel his breath on his lips when he speaks. “Don't believe that I know how to kiss, do you?”
Luca somehow finds it in himself to answer - “I-I believe you can!” - and Spada draws away, fingers lingering as they slip down his jawline and rest by his side. He can breathe again (although he doesn't remember when he started holding his breath – maybe it was when Spada had been just a few inches away) and he tries not to gulp it down. Spada chuckles and plops down beside him, laying back on his bed and running a hand through his hair, touching the edge of his cap and pulling it from under his head. He lays it on his face, hums appreciatively at its light-blocking skills, and lifts it just enough to wink at Luca.
“Tell me when your mom's got dinner ready, all right?”
“Um... Sure thing.”
And that's that; they don't practice the lines after Spada goes to sleep, and they don't meet to learn them again (although Spada takes to the stage and attends the theater meetings; Luca always sees him sneaking in through the auditorium's back door after school and wonders if he said something wrong to make him not come around to study lines with him again).
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
6/365. For some dumbass high school au.
They swing by the drama room after school and loiter by the doorway in the hall, flipping through the pages. It's nothing too bad; an ice prince fights an evil fire spirit who wants to melt the prince's kingdom and steal his princess, the lady of life or something. It's the same old-same old, the tried-and-tested formula, and Luca sighs as he lets the pages fall back into their place and leaves it in Spada's hands. They leave soon after (they stop by the library for Luca to return his books and nothing more - although he had really wanted to check out the new releases--) and make their way to the residential district. Luca's not poor by any means; his family's house is one of the bigger ones in the district, but it's twice as homely as any of them, and not in a bad way either. The moment Spada steps through the door it's warm and light and Luca's mother greets them both with a smile.
It makes him a little jealous, to be honest. Luca smiles and takes it for granted, nodding meekly to his father (who sits at the table, a newspaper in his hands, just like something of an old television show) as they pass to get to the stairs. It doesn't surprise Spada to see that Luca's bedroom is a little more than bare; bed, desk (with a lamp and innumerable amount of pens and pencils scattered across it, along with a few larger school books), a bookshelf (the majority of the books rest here, perfectly aligned, with only their worn covers and spines to show that they'd been treasured and read over and over again), and, of all things, a pair of navy blue bean bags. There's a medium-sized window (more like an archway of a door with little panes and no locks) and Luca opens it a little, cracking the panels just a bit and making sure the white curtains on each side of it are tied back neatly with their little ribbons.
Then, they begin.
Luca plays his love interest, and, since they have only one script, stands close to Spada. It's a little entrancing to see such a weak-willed boy take on the role of a princess, and halfway through his first line Spada nudges him in the side and grins, muttering that he fit the role perfectly – he should've tried out for it. Luca turns a little pink and shakes his head, shoving him back, and replies that he should pay attention to the script. Day by day they continue – skipping all the singing parts (because Luca's not confident in his voice and Spada doesn't want Luca to hear him sing – and they don't have the music, anyway, to follow along with, along by the way the syllables slip up and down Luca can give a good estimate on the beat of it) – and, the fourth day reading and reviewing the script, stopping uncertainly at a scene, marked in red ink. Kiss, it reads, and Luca glances up at Spada, who frowns at the paper in his hands and tosses it onto Luca's bed.
“We don't have to practice that. I can kiss just fine.”
Luca hesitates, but sits on his bed and picks up the script again, thumbing the edge of the page and reading the lines to himself. A confession of love (his ears burn at it, honestly; he knows Spada's voice so well from practicing with him for the past few days that he can almost hear it in his voice in his mind) and then they kiss. It's simple and starts for the end of the play (the princess gets kidnapped a final time after that, and the prince rushes off to save her and kills the fire spirit) and he sighs. Something – or rather, someone's hand – caresses his ear and when he looks up, it's Spada, smirking broadly and two inches from his face.
“What's got you all blushin' like a virgin on her weddin' night, Luca?”
“I-- N-Nothing! I-I was just reading the, um, the script--”
“You think we should practice that scene?” Spada centimeters closer, and Luca can feel his breath on his lips when he speaks. “Don't believe that I know how to kiss, do you?”
Luca somehow finds it in himself to answer - “I-I believe you can!” - and Spada draws away, fingers lingering as they slip down his jawline and rest by his side. He can breathe again (although he doesn't remember when he started holding his breath – maybe it was when Spada had been just a few inches away) and he tries not to gulp it down. Spada chuckles and plops down beside him, laying back on his bed and running a hand through his hair, touching the edge of his cap and pulling it from under his head. He lays it on his face, hums appreciatively at its light-blocking skills, and lifts it just enough to wink at Luca.
“Tell me when your mom's got dinner ready, all right?”
“Um... Sure thing.”
And that's that; they don't practice the lines after Spada goes to sleep, and they don't meet to learn them again (although Spada takes to the stage and attends the theater meetings; Luca always sees him sneaking in through the auditorium's back door after school and wonders if he said something wrong to make him not come around to study lines with him again).