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metamorphosis2012-01-17 12:09 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-17 12:09 am
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Title: wanderlust
Characters: Luca Milda
Rating: G
22/365. Post-game.
Luca wouldn't say he's unhappy – he's been trying so long to get home, to have it be safe for him to be home, and he's finally gotten home and graduated from the academy and all – but he still spends his days reading books and watching out the window. He keeps it open, even on chilly nights, just to see if anyone will come by. Spada swings by the most, although Hermana's been making visits with her kids and filling him in on how Ange and Albert are doing with rebuilding the Grand Cathedral, or Iria with her plans to build a school in Sania. The visits have long since ceased in the months, though, with Spada's joining the Navy and setting sail, promising to write (Luca had cried when he left, hadn't wanted to let go because what if they never saw each other again? And Spada had laughed, hugged him back, and said he'd come back, of course he would; how else would Luca get a girlfriend?) and Hermana's moving to Sania to help out and give Chien a little company (the school would be finished any week now, too, and she didn't want any of them to be late to their first day; Luca was proud of that, at least).
He wouldn't say he's unhappy, but there's an ache in his legs and his mind never stays on his father's words of making the company better, or in his mother's coddling, or his friends' jokes and teases; it doesn't go away, not even after a walk around the city, and he wonders if it's wanderlust. He can't leave though – all of the letters from his friends are addressed to his house in Regnum, he can't just leave – and it makes him groan and bury himself further into his words, dreaming of his own adventures and of being under the stars. It isn't all good and fun of course, but the good memories are the ones he concentrates on most of all, with the bad repressed in the back of his mind and tucked away safely. Even when he starts to study for his medical degree (telling his parents he wanted to be a doctor, not inherit the company, had been hard; his father had been trying to change his mind for weeks, but eventually gave in with his mother's insistence that Luca was a smart boy and he should be able to put his smarts to whatever he wanted to put them to) it's still there; it leaves for a short while when he visits Naos on a trip and sees the Grand Cathedral in all its beauty (and Ange in all her beauty, too; three years certainly didn't tarnish her at all), but the moment he stays too long (longer than they used to) he feels antsy.
Characters: Luca Milda
Rating: G
22/365. Post-game.
Luca wouldn't say he's unhappy – he's been trying so long to get home, to have it be safe for him to be home, and he's finally gotten home and graduated from the academy and all – but he still spends his days reading books and watching out the window. He keeps it open, even on chilly nights, just to see if anyone will come by. Spada swings by the most, although Hermana's been making visits with her kids and filling him in on how Ange and Albert are doing with rebuilding the Grand Cathedral, or Iria with her plans to build a school in Sania. The visits have long since ceased in the months, though, with Spada's joining the Navy and setting sail, promising to write (Luca had cried when he left, hadn't wanted to let go because what if they never saw each other again? And Spada had laughed, hugged him back, and said he'd come back, of course he would; how else would Luca get a girlfriend?) and Hermana's moving to Sania to help out and give Chien a little company (the school would be finished any week now, too, and she didn't want any of them to be late to their first day; Luca was proud of that, at least).
He wouldn't say he's unhappy, but there's an ache in his legs and his mind never stays on his father's words of making the company better, or in his mother's coddling, or his friends' jokes and teases; it doesn't go away, not even after a walk around the city, and he wonders if it's wanderlust. He can't leave though – all of the letters from his friends are addressed to his house in Regnum, he can't just leave – and it makes him groan and bury himself further into his words, dreaming of his own adventures and of being under the stars. It isn't all good and fun of course, but the good memories are the ones he concentrates on most of all, with the bad repressed in the back of his mind and tucked away safely. Even when he starts to study for his medical degree (telling his parents he wanted to be a doctor, not inherit the company, had been hard; his father had been trying to change his mind for weeks, but eventually gave in with his mother's insistence that Luca was a smart boy and he should be able to put his smarts to whatever he wanted to put them to) it's still there; it leaves for a short while when he visits Naos on a trip and sees the Grand Cathedral in all its beauty (and Ange in all her beauty, too; three years certainly didn't tarnish her at all), but the moment he stays too long (longer than they used to) he feels antsy.