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metamorphosis2012-01-11 12:56 am
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Title: drinks taste better in company
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda, two OCs
Rating: G
16/365. Enos and Elijah taken from this set of drawings. Their names are from there, too--! Ten years later, roughly. The twins are probably three or so.
“Iria's out,” his voice sounds far away, and Spada reclines backwards, pressing the phone harder against his ear, forehead furrowing as he tries to concentrate on Luca's words, “so you should come over to help me with the twins. They've missed you, Enos especially.”
“That's your little girl, right? 'Course she'd miss her Uncle Spada. Sure, I'll head over. Ain't like I've got anythin' else to do. Besides,” he hears himself saying, slowly reaching for his jacket and hat on the bed, “it's been too long since we last hung out.”
“It has,” Luca agrees from the other end, and he sounds a little sad at it, but that won't last long; Spada'll make sure of that. They say their goodbyes and Spada makes his way down to the residential district as soon as he can, kicking a can along the way and sending it over the hill when he reaches the familiar fenced yard. There's sounds from inside – warm, happy sounds – and he almost doesn't want to interrupt it; if he had his way, he wouldn't, but a little red-headed girl who reminds him far too little of Iria and Luca and far too much of Mathias plunges out of the doorway and down the path to his waiting arms. He scoops her up and grins, waving to Luca when he peeks out with Elijah hiding behind his legs.
“You shouldn't run outside like that, Enos. You just had a bath.”
“Bein' around Uncle Spada's gonna get me dirty again, you know! Why can't I just stay that way? He doesn't like clean girls anyway. He told me he likes it dir—”
“Hush!”
“What'd you tell my daughter--”
“Nothin', nothin'! Let's get inside, Princess.”
Enos giggles at that – Princess has always held something special for her, just like Prince has for Luca, and while Spada knows being a noble isn't all it's cracked up to be there's something endearing in the both of them – and they head inside; the look Luca gives him when he shuts the door with one hand and drops Enos onto the stairway railing says they're going to need to talk sometime about what he says, exactly, to the Milda daughter, and Spada brushes it off with a small shrug.
It's a little while later – while the kids are playing together, their feet touching and a ball rolling between them, and they're talking in hushed voices in tones quieter than Luca ever murmured in – that Luca sits beside him with two drinks. He takes one gladly and sips it, feels the whiskey burn his throat, and it makes him quirk at his server; Luca smiles and leans back in the chair, sighing.
“Iria doesn't let me drink when she's around.”
“That why you invited me over?”
“It feels awful lonely to drink by yourself,” is Luca's reply before he sips from his glass and grimaces slightly; Spada snickers to himself and rests his lips at the edge of his glass, thinking. He can see Luca watching him from the corner of his eye, more than a little worried, and he shakes his head, watching the Milda twins amusedly.
“Enos is a lot like her mom--”
“Only around you. Elijah's the one that gets in all the fights at school. Enos is too shy to stick up for herself. I guess you've always had a sort of a talent for that – bringing soft-spoken people out of their shell, I mean.” Luca hesitates and turns his head a little, watching a picture on the wall. “...I don't think I've ever thanked you for that.”
“No need to thank me.” Spada shifts closer and slips an arm around his neck, yanking him closer and burrowing his head into Luca's hair. “It was gonna happen sooner or later. I didn't do nothin' special.”
“That's not true--”
Spada presses a finger to Luca's lips and mimics Luca's thinning, brows furrowing seriously.
“Kids like you were always grow up like how you have. I didn't do anythin' except be a good friend to you along the way.”
Luca moves away and exhales slowly, sipping his whiskey again and smiling against the cold rim.
“You didn't do anything except be the world's greatest friend to me, you mean. Don't knock yourself down to good – you're the best friend I could ever have. I'd never trade that away.”
“Not for all the gald in the world?”
“You can't put a price on friendship.”
And something hurts in his chest-- Spada's chest, it hurts, and it makes him grip his glass a little tighter. Luca's always had that effect, at times; he'll say something that'll make his heart clench, or make someone fall in love with him (even if they didn't mean to, would never mean to, not with someone like him), but the moment passes before he looks over to see why Spada hasn't replied. He manages to smile (he's always been a good actor, right?) although he can't tell if Luca's eyes narrow because he's caught onto something (and Spada's always hoped and wished that Luca would never catch onto how he acts; he's always hoped and wished that he might, too, although it's a little late for that, maybe) or if because the twins have managed to climb on each other and turned the light up to maximum brightness –
it has to be the latter, though, because Luca sets down his drink on the coffee table and gets up to turn it back down, scolding his children lightly and settling down with them when they ask him to play with them. Spada sips his drink as he watches Enos and Elijah declare their father to be the wicked witch (“Wizard,” he's fast to correct them; “I'm a wizard.”) and wage war for an imaginary kingdom in the sky.
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda, two OCs
Rating: G
16/365. Enos and Elijah taken from this set of drawings. Their names are from there, too--! Ten years later, roughly. The twins are probably three or so.
“Iria's out,” his voice sounds far away, and Spada reclines backwards, pressing the phone harder against his ear, forehead furrowing as he tries to concentrate on Luca's words, “so you should come over to help me with the twins. They've missed you, Enos especially.”
“That's your little girl, right? 'Course she'd miss her Uncle Spada. Sure, I'll head over. Ain't like I've got anythin' else to do. Besides,” he hears himself saying, slowly reaching for his jacket and hat on the bed, “it's been too long since we last hung out.”
“It has,” Luca agrees from the other end, and he sounds a little sad at it, but that won't last long; Spada'll make sure of that. They say their goodbyes and Spada makes his way down to the residential district as soon as he can, kicking a can along the way and sending it over the hill when he reaches the familiar fenced yard. There's sounds from inside – warm, happy sounds – and he almost doesn't want to interrupt it; if he had his way, he wouldn't, but a little red-headed girl who reminds him far too little of Iria and Luca and far too much of Mathias plunges out of the doorway and down the path to his waiting arms. He scoops her up and grins, waving to Luca when he peeks out with Elijah hiding behind his legs.
“You shouldn't run outside like that, Enos. You just had a bath.”
“Bein' around Uncle Spada's gonna get me dirty again, you know! Why can't I just stay that way? He doesn't like clean girls anyway. He told me he likes it dir—”
“Hush!”
“What'd you tell my daughter--”
“Nothin', nothin'! Let's get inside, Princess.”
Enos giggles at that – Princess has always held something special for her, just like Prince has for Luca, and while Spada knows being a noble isn't all it's cracked up to be there's something endearing in the both of them – and they head inside; the look Luca gives him when he shuts the door with one hand and drops Enos onto the stairway railing says they're going to need to talk sometime about what he says, exactly, to the Milda daughter, and Spada brushes it off with a small shrug.
It's a little while later – while the kids are playing together, their feet touching and a ball rolling between them, and they're talking in hushed voices in tones quieter than Luca ever murmured in – that Luca sits beside him with two drinks. He takes one gladly and sips it, feels the whiskey burn his throat, and it makes him quirk at his server; Luca smiles and leans back in the chair, sighing.
“Iria doesn't let me drink when she's around.”
“That why you invited me over?”
“It feels awful lonely to drink by yourself,” is Luca's reply before he sips from his glass and grimaces slightly; Spada snickers to himself and rests his lips at the edge of his glass, thinking. He can see Luca watching him from the corner of his eye, more than a little worried, and he shakes his head, watching the Milda twins amusedly.
“Enos is a lot like her mom--”
“Only around you. Elijah's the one that gets in all the fights at school. Enos is too shy to stick up for herself. I guess you've always had a sort of a talent for that – bringing soft-spoken people out of their shell, I mean.” Luca hesitates and turns his head a little, watching a picture on the wall. “...I don't think I've ever thanked you for that.”
“No need to thank me.” Spada shifts closer and slips an arm around his neck, yanking him closer and burrowing his head into Luca's hair. “It was gonna happen sooner or later. I didn't do nothin' special.”
“That's not true--”
Spada presses a finger to Luca's lips and mimics Luca's thinning, brows furrowing seriously.
“Kids like you were always grow up like how you have. I didn't do anythin' except be a good friend to you along the way.”
Luca moves away and exhales slowly, sipping his whiskey again and smiling against the cold rim.
“You didn't do anything except be the world's greatest friend to me, you mean. Don't knock yourself down to good – you're the best friend I could ever have. I'd never trade that away.”
“Not for all the gald in the world?”
“You can't put a price on friendship.”
And something hurts in his chest-- Spada's chest, it hurts, and it makes him grip his glass a little tighter. Luca's always had that effect, at times; he'll say something that'll make his heart clench, or make someone fall in love with him (even if they didn't mean to, would never mean to, not with someone like him), but the moment passes before he looks over to see why Spada hasn't replied. He manages to smile (he's always been a good actor, right?) although he can't tell if Luca's eyes narrow because he's caught onto something (and Spada's always hoped and wished that Luca would never catch onto how he acts; he's always hoped and wished that he might, too, although it's a little late for that, maybe) or if because the twins have managed to climb on each other and turned the light up to maximum brightness –
it has to be the latter, though, because Luca sets down his drink on the coffee table and gets up to turn it back down, scolding his children lightly and settling down with them when they ask him to play with them. Spada sips his drink as he watches Enos and Elijah declare their father to be the wicked witch (“Wizard,” he's fast to correct them; “I'm a wizard.”) and wage war for an imaginary kingdom in the sky.