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metamorphosis2012-01-09 03:45 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-09 03:45 pm
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Title: beauty
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
15/365. AU where Luca is a chick.
He wouldn't call Luca beautiful by anyone's standards; she's a little too tall for a girl, with mostly straight edges, and she has an awkward, lanky build that doesn't quite fit his definition of girlish under any circumstance. Her face is plain, too, although those green eyes are startling when they want to be (not when they're shy, trying to hide, but when they're alight with anger, fierce and determined and it's like finding something exciting in a huge, boring tome) and she's more cute than beautiful, really.
But then she smiles and it's like a room lights up. Luca doesn't smile very often in the first place – not because she's sad or depressed, no, but because she's too shy to want to be the light in a room, and the most he gets out of her are little shy things, a bitten lip upturned at the sides while she's trying not to laugh, even as his fingers find her sides and tickle her mercilessly. Those are cute, but they're nothing like the pretty little quirk he sees when she laughs, and they're both an entirely different score from the soft, wondering smile she gets when she looks out her bedroom window at the world and murmurs how she'd like to see it all one day.
(The frightened, excited smile she gives him when he offers to help her do that does wonders for his own.)
And he knows he's not allowed to touch her or like her; he's Spada Belforma for one (his brothers would tease him and taunt him and – he doesn't want to know what they'd do to her if they found out he liked her. Maybe they'd get their father to arrange a marriage between the eldest son and her, since they were so fond of flaunting what they had that he didn't and taking what he did so they could pretend he never had it; he never wants Luca to become some piece of furniture, some trophy like that, so he can't take her home – but he can do nice things for her, little things to entertain her, and he can be a steadfast friend, as much as he knows she wishes it were more) and there's the second matter of their enemies. Luca isn't a girl who's fit for battle, or to be an Avatar, or whatever; she'd be better off at home, learning how to take over her father's business, or waiting to get married to someone. Something important – something not having to do with wars and battles and killing people. Those soft, dainty hands of hers weren't made for what they had to do.
The thought reaffirms itself especially hard whenever he sees the scar across her side (the ugliest mark on her by far; if anything was keeping her from being beautiful in his eyes, it was that – and only because he could've stopped it from happening; a sharp reminder of what could've been and what could be) and he's glad he doesn't get to see it much; it makes his time with her more enjoyable, easier to handle (although she's hardly ever easy to handle in the first place).
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
15/365. AU where Luca is a chick.
He wouldn't call Luca beautiful by anyone's standards; she's a little too tall for a girl, with mostly straight edges, and she has an awkward, lanky build that doesn't quite fit his definition of girlish under any circumstance. Her face is plain, too, although those green eyes are startling when they want to be (not when they're shy, trying to hide, but when they're alight with anger, fierce and determined and it's like finding something exciting in a huge, boring tome) and she's more cute than beautiful, really.
But then she smiles and it's like a room lights up. Luca doesn't smile very often in the first place – not because she's sad or depressed, no, but because she's too shy to want to be the light in a room, and the most he gets out of her are little shy things, a bitten lip upturned at the sides while she's trying not to laugh, even as his fingers find her sides and tickle her mercilessly. Those are cute, but they're nothing like the pretty little quirk he sees when she laughs, and they're both an entirely different score from the soft, wondering smile she gets when she looks out her bedroom window at the world and murmurs how she'd like to see it all one day.
(The frightened, excited smile she gives him when he offers to help her do that does wonders for his own.)
And he knows he's not allowed to touch her or like her; he's Spada Belforma for one (his brothers would tease him and taunt him and – he doesn't want to know what they'd do to her if they found out he liked her. Maybe they'd get their father to arrange a marriage between the eldest son and her, since they were so fond of flaunting what they had that he didn't and taking what he did so they could pretend he never had it; he never wants Luca to become some piece of furniture, some trophy like that, so he can't take her home – but he can do nice things for her, little things to entertain her, and he can be a steadfast friend, as much as he knows she wishes it were more) and there's the second matter of their enemies. Luca isn't a girl who's fit for battle, or to be an Avatar, or whatever; she'd be better off at home, learning how to take over her father's business, or waiting to get married to someone. Something important – something not having to do with wars and battles and killing people. Those soft, dainty hands of hers weren't made for what they had to do.
The thought reaffirms itself especially hard whenever he sees the scar across her side (the ugliest mark on her by far; if anything was keeping her from being beautiful in his eyes, it was that – and only because he could've stopped it from happening; a sharp reminder of what could've been and what could be) and he's glad he doesn't get to see it much; it makes his time with her more enjoyable, easier to handle (although she's hardly ever easy to handle in the first place).