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metamorphosis2012-01-06 06:58 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-06 06:58 pm
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Title: fireworks
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
11/365.
The moment he hears the soft crackle and pops of fireworks he lays his book down and throws open his window – then he folds his arms in front of him, leans out the window, and smiles at the colors in the sky. The acrid smoke floats down; there's no wind tonight, so it's perfect, and he breathes it in. Fireworks have always been a favorite of his, and on a night like tonight (a little chilly, silent except for the alley cats and the explosions in the sky) it's wonderful. Luca wishes he could share this with the rest of his friends, too – Regnum's not as good as, say, Ashihara, with fireworks, but the economy supports huge light shows and that's good enough – but (most of them) are miles and miles away. Hermana's probably watching them with her kids, and Spada's probably...
...that makes Luca frown and prop his chin on his hand. Spada would probably be alone, watching them by himself; there's no one to celebrate with him at home (and nothing to celebrate either) and while he doesn't think his family would let him go so easily (if the stories he heard from Spada were any measure to go by) he decides to sneak out and make his way to the Belforma house. For once, he has perfect timing (this time, he's not too slow; for all the battles he's been in and swung a little too late, he arrives just in time) and he dives to catch Spada when the latter slips climbing down from his window. The scent of alcohol and blood hits him before Spada does and he gives a soft oomph when it happens; Spada squints at him and in the flash of the fireworks Luca can see the blood running down the side of his head. He takes him back home (his home, not back through the window just a story above them) and has to sit on his lap to keep him down while he tends to the bruises and cuts. Spada complains and pushes his hands away but lets him, in the end, still sullen about it. Luca sighs and slides off of his legs once he's done, putting the first aid kit away under his bed and settling down beside Spada, who doesn't look at him and keeps his eyes closed against the blaring light of the room. It's not enough to clue Luca in to shut it off so he doesn't, although after a moment he drapes a blanket over him and huddles up to him, even if the smell of drinks is a little overpowering.
“Tell me what happened in the morning?”
It's soft and he doesn't expect an answer, so he's surprised when he gets one; Spada shakes his head slowly and murmurs that it's nothin', not important, and Luca sits up a little, frowning. Spada gives him a scowl trying to be a smile and Luca holds his ground, pursing his lips.
“You were bleeding Spada--”
“An' I gave 'em a few of the same, so don' act like it's a big deal. Go t'sleep, dumbass.” He pauses, and adds onto his statement before Luca can begin again. “In yer own bed. No sense in cuddlin' up t'me.”
A grin stretches thin and wide over his teeth, and Luca wonders if he's thinking about something bad, but he doesn't move to get up; instead he slips his arms around Spada's middle and lays his head on his chest, and doesn't flinch with Spada's hand comes up to rest on top of his head and pull pieces of his hair, dropping them at their ends and repeating it. Luca's almost put asleep by the motion, but a particularly sharp tug jolts him awake and he feels Spada shift up and out of his arms; the light clicks off and the warm form of his (admittedly more than a little tipsy) best friend returns to its spot and lets Luca nestle up to him again. He can tell by the slowing of his breath and his heartbeat that Spada's dozed off, and he sighs, thankful.
(He doesn't press him for answers in the morning because, by the time he wakes up, he's propped against his bed with Spada's jacket around his shoulders, but there's no sign of the seventh Belforma son and it makes him close his eyes and try to sleep a little more in hopes that maybe, maybe he's just dreaming and he'll wake up next to him.)
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
11/365.
The moment he hears the soft crackle and pops of fireworks he lays his book down and throws open his window – then he folds his arms in front of him, leans out the window, and smiles at the colors in the sky. The acrid smoke floats down; there's no wind tonight, so it's perfect, and he breathes it in. Fireworks have always been a favorite of his, and on a night like tonight (a little chilly, silent except for the alley cats and the explosions in the sky) it's wonderful. Luca wishes he could share this with the rest of his friends, too – Regnum's not as good as, say, Ashihara, with fireworks, but the economy supports huge light shows and that's good enough – but (most of them) are miles and miles away. Hermana's probably watching them with her kids, and Spada's probably...
...that makes Luca frown and prop his chin on his hand. Spada would probably be alone, watching them by himself; there's no one to celebrate with him at home (and nothing to celebrate either) and while he doesn't think his family would let him go so easily (if the stories he heard from Spada were any measure to go by) he decides to sneak out and make his way to the Belforma house. For once, he has perfect timing (this time, he's not too slow; for all the battles he's been in and swung a little too late, he arrives just in time) and he dives to catch Spada when the latter slips climbing down from his window. The scent of alcohol and blood hits him before Spada does and he gives a soft oomph when it happens; Spada squints at him and in the flash of the fireworks Luca can see the blood running down the side of his head. He takes him back home (his home, not back through the window just a story above them) and has to sit on his lap to keep him down while he tends to the bruises and cuts. Spada complains and pushes his hands away but lets him, in the end, still sullen about it. Luca sighs and slides off of his legs once he's done, putting the first aid kit away under his bed and settling down beside Spada, who doesn't look at him and keeps his eyes closed against the blaring light of the room. It's not enough to clue Luca in to shut it off so he doesn't, although after a moment he drapes a blanket over him and huddles up to him, even if the smell of drinks is a little overpowering.
“Tell me what happened in the morning?”
It's soft and he doesn't expect an answer, so he's surprised when he gets one; Spada shakes his head slowly and murmurs that it's nothin', not important, and Luca sits up a little, frowning. Spada gives him a scowl trying to be a smile and Luca holds his ground, pursing his lips.
“You were bleeding Spada--”
“An' I gave 'em a few of the same, so don' act like it's a big deal. Go t'sleep, dumbass.” He pauses, and adds onto his statement before Luca can begin again. “In yer own bed. No sense in cuddlin' up t'me.”
A grin stretches thin and wide over his teeth, and Luca wonders if he's thinking about something bad, but he doesn't move to get up; instead he slips his arms around Spada's middle and lays his head on his chest, and doesn't flinch with Spada's hand comes up to rest on top of his head and pull pieces of his hair, dropping them at their ends and repeating it. Luca's almost put asleep by the motion, but a particularly sharp tug jolts him awake and he feels Spada shift up and out of his arms; the light clicks off and the warm form of his (admittedly more than a little tipsy) best friend returns to its spot and lets Luca nestle up to him again. He can tell by the slowing of his breath and his heartbeat that Spada's dozed off, and he sighs, thankful.
(He doesn't press him for answers in the morning because, by the time he wakes up, he's propped against his bed with Spada's jacket around his shoulders, but there's no sign of the seventh Belforma son and it makes him close his eyes and try to sleep a little more in hopes that maybe, maybe he's just dreaming and he'll wake up next to him.)