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metamorphosis2012-01-03 08:54 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-03 08:54 pm
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Title: bruises on my hands and knees for you
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: PG
9/365. Uh-- warning: Implied Spada-getting-his-ass-beat. Kind of damaging. Hospital scene and broken bones.
One day, Spada doesn't come to school, and while that's really no surprise (or it shouldn't be, given his record) Luca feels like there's something different about this time; when he finds Spada limping along on his way home, he wishes he was wrong more often and hurries to support him. They don't talk much on the way to the hospital (which Luca has to trick Spada into going to; they take the long way around, that goes right past the Milda's, and while Spada complains through an aching jaw and a few loose teeth that he's good enough not to see a few doctors, Luca doesn't believe him for a minute) and Luca waits outside of the room while Spada gets patched up.
He's let in and, soon after, they leave him alone with Spada; he sits opposite of him (Spada on the table, him in the doctor's chair), hands folded quietly in his lap and a multitude of questions on his mind. Spada doesn't look like he's in the mood to answer them, though; whenever Luca goes to open his mouth, even the slightest, Spada throws him a tired look and that makes Luca close his mouth quietly, chewing on his bottom lip and twiddling his thumbs. At some point, Luca gets tired of the silence; he gets tired of the looks Spada gives him when he tries to ask a question, so he opens his mouth and doesn't stop when that same glance goes his way.
“What happened?”
Spada stares at him for a moment, and Luca almost wants to take back his question and not prod any further; he's about to do just that when Spada looks up at the edge of his hat against the pure, sterile white of the ceiling and closes an eye.
“Jus' a fight. Nothin' big.”
“I wouldn't call getting your ankle snapped 'nothing big'--”
“You ain't got room to talk!”
Luca flinches at the loudness – and at Spada snapping at him period – and takes a deep breath. He tries not to let his nervousness show (it does; it's written everywhere – there might as well be a flashing neon sign that reads really fucking nervous over him) as he thinks of his next question. Just a fight, huh?
“Who'd you get in a fight with?”
“No one important.”
“Does this happen often?”
“What's with the stupid questions? You thinkin' about bein' an officer one day?”
“No, a doctor--”
“Suits you. They ask stupid questions too.”
“Answer me?”
“Ain't nothin' to answer. Can we go?”
The question's directed to the doctor that steps in at that moment; he nods and hands over a bottle of painkillers (Spada almost hesitates in putting them away, but he pockets them all the same) and the doctor tells him to stay out of fights, stay off his feet, everything he's heard before. He departs on crutches and dumps them as soon as he can; he won't even let Luca help him (despite the fucking cast on his ankle), although Luca is – if nothing else – resolute in this action and does it anyway.
(For a pansy, he sure had a lot of balls when it came to medical crap.)
But Spada doesn't want Luca to meet his family (he doesn't want to go back home, either) and he tells Luca a little less than that (“No one's home anyway, and I ain't got a key.”) and they slip into the Milda house and--
Luca's always imagined having a sleepover with a few friends, but in the end there's only Spada who insists on taking the floor despite Luca's insistence he take the bed, and it's none of the fun he thought it might be. It's just quiet, and once Luca sneaks up some dinner for the both of them, he forces Spada to take two pills and rest up.
(He still doesn't get a clear answer on how or why or who and he doesn't think he'll get them for a while yet, but Spada's trusting him enough to take refuge in his house for the moment and to take his painkillers and to lean against the bed, taking one of Luca's pillows and a blanket “if it'll make you shut up”.)
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: PG
9/365. Uh-- warning: Implied Spada-getting-his-ass-beat. Kind of damaging. Hospital scene and broken bones.
One day, Spada doesn't come to school, and while that's really no surprise (or it shouldn't be, given his record) Luca feels like there's something different about this time; when he finds Spada limping along on his way home, he wishes he was wrong more often and hurries to support him. They don't talk much on the way to the hospital (which Luca has to trick Spada into going to; they take the long way around, that goes right past the Milda's, and while Spada complains through an aching jaw and a few loose teeth that he's good enough not to see a few doctors, Luca doesn't believe him for a minute) and Luca waits outside of the room while Spada gets patched up.
He's let in and, soon after, they leave him alone with Spada; he sits opposite of him (Spada on the table, him in the doctor's chair), hands folded quietly in his lap and a multitude of questions on his mind. Spada doesn't look like he's in the mood to answer them, though; whenever Luca goes to open his mouth, even the slightest, Spada throws him a tired look and that makes Luca close his mouth quietly, chewing on his bottom lip and twiddling his thumbs. At some point, Luca gets tired of the silence; he gets tired of the looks Spada gives him when he tries to ask a question, so he opens his mouth and doesn't stop when that same glance goes his way.
“What happened?”
Spada stares at him for a moment, and Luca almost wants to take back his question and not prod any further; he's about to do just that when Spada looks up at the edge of his hat against the pure, sterile white of the ceiling and closes an eye.
“Jus' a fight. Nothin' big.”
“I wouldn't call getting your ankle snapped 'nothing big'--”
“You ain't got room to talk!”
Luca flinches at the loudness – and at Spada snapping at him period – and takes a deep breath. He tries not to let his nervousness show (it does; it's written everywhere – there might as well be a flashing neon sign that reads really fucking nervous over him) as he thinks of his next question. Just a fight, huh?
“Who'd you get in a fight with?”
“No one important.”
“Does this happen often?”
“What's with the stupid questions? You thinkin' about bein' an officer one day?”
“No, a doctor--”
“Suits you. They ask stupid questions too.”
“Answer me?”
“Ain't nothin' to answer. Can we go?”
The question's directed to the doctor that steps in at that moment; he nods and hands over a bottle of painkillers (Spada almost hesitates in putting them away, but he pockets them all the same) and the doctor tells him to stay out of fights, stay off his feet, everything he's heard before. He departs on crutches and dumps them as soon as he can; he won't even let Luca help him (despite the fucking cast on his ankle), although Luca is – if nothing else – resolute in this action and does it anyway.
(For a pansy, he sure had a lot of balls when it came to medical crap.)
But Spada doesn't want Luca to meet his family (he doesn't want to go back home, either) and he tells Luca a little less than that (“No one's home anyway, and I ain't got a key.”) and they slip into the Milda house and--
Luca's always imagined having a sleepover with a few friends, but in the end there's only Spada who insists on taking the floor despite Luca's insistence he take the bed, and it's none of the fun he thought it might be. It's just quiet, and once Luca sneaks up some dinner for the both of them, he forces Spada to take two pills and rest up.
(He still doesn't get a clear answer on how or why or who and he doesn't think he'll get them for a while yet, but Spada's trusting him enough to take refuge in his house for the moment and to take his painkillers and to lean against the bed, taking one of Luca's pillows and a blanket “if it'll make you shut up”.)