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metamorphosis2012-01-21 02:24 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-21 02:24 pm
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Title: chocolate-covered rejections
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
27/365. for some dumbshit high school au.
Spada stops by Luca's house to, as usual, pick him up for school; the latter bounces out of the house with a box of chocolates in his hands, grinning, and it's only then that Spada remembers what day it is – free chocolate day. That isn't the official term, of course, but it's the only thing it means to him.
(When he had a girlfriend, it meant something different – but he doesn't want to think about it right now. It's too early for that kind of thing.)
And while he doesn't usually go to school (although, this year-- it's been a little different, maybe) Luca's begged him for three days straight to at least come today, and he agreed to it. The poor boy could use the moral support if he was gonna do what Spada thought he was gonna do. Luca confirms his suspicions by nodding shyly and smiling at the chocolates, a slight blush making its way onto his cheeks; Spada lets grin fall into place and slips his arm around Luca's shoulders, shaking him a bit.
“Good luck, man. If she's as tough as you say she is, then you're gonna need it.”
Luca laughs and doesn't shake off the arm, leaning against his a little and nodding again. He's too nervous to speak (nervous about the day and what he's going to do, not about Spada's arm about his shoulders) but he's happy, at least, which is all he could as for.
(All either of them could ask for, maybe.)
Luca's mood is completely flipped upside when Spada sees him next, though; after hunting almost all of lunch for his best friend he finds him against the wall, tucked in a corner with his legs drawn up to his chest and his arms looped around them, fingers pulling at frost-bitten grass and face hidden in his knees. He frowns and looks for a reason for this emotional one-eighty (finds it in the box of chocolates laying beside him, a little wet and a little torn at the edges) and settles in front of him, back against the wall and sighing. He takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his hair a little, letting the heel of his head rest on his forehead for a moment before he puts his hat back on and shakes Luca a little.
“Hey, man, cheer up. Just because she didn't take it from you this time doesn't mean she won't ever.”
“Except she said she'd never.”
The crack in Luca's voice makes Spada grits his teeth and shift closer, pulling Luca against his side and laying his cheek on his head. His thumb makes lazy circles on his shoulder as he searches for the words to say to make him stop crying and moping about; he can't find any, nothing that'd be right in this, so he just lets Luca lean on him until his eyes are much drier and the bell's already rung for the end of lunch. Neither of them make a move to get up, although Luca does shift a bit and frown at the noise, almost thinking of what it meant for him – apparently a skipped class isn't too bad (or maybe skipping that one wasn't) and he settles again. His fingers make their way over to the box of chocolates and he tugs it closer, a calm scramble to get a better grip on it, and he only moves away from Spada to hold it out to him.
“You, um... you must've gotten a lot of chocolates today, so I guess mine's nothing special, but... um... here...”
Spada accepts it quietly, looking at the red, heart-shaped box; a slow, wolfish smile pulls at his lips and he tries not to let his unease at a sudden burst of feelings show. Maybe he's still a better actor than he thinks because Luca doesn't notice; he just sees the smile and blushes a little, as if he's expecting what's coming next and trying to think of words to get out of it.
“I ain't gonna turn down a confession from you, Luca.”
Luca gives a start; he'd been expecting it, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing.“I-I wasn't-- th-that's not--”
“I know, I know,” he presses his lips to the silver hair, feeling Luca shake a little, “I was just teasin' you.”
Luca hesitates for a moment and looks up; the seconds tick by and he pulls away, licking his lips and shifting out of Spada's arms. Spada's legitimately surprised; he presses his fingers to his lips and licks them, rubbing his bottom lip and furrowing his brow. Even chaste, he hadn't expected a kiss from Luca; Luca's looking a little shocked himself, so maybe he hadn't expected to give him one, either. It's not a real kiss (not one that Spada'd constitute as a kiss) and so it doesn't really mean anything (although the suddenly too many words filling up his mind say otherwise) and when he thinks like that he loosens up and stands up, fingering the edge of the box and grinning.
“If you think you're gonna get Iria with a kiss like that, then you've got another thing comin'.” That's what he hears himself say and Luca frowns at it, stepping to the side and closer to the wall. He shakes his head - “I won't kiss her like that-- I'd, um, do something else--” - and all but drops his thoughts when Spada's free hand cages him against the wall (and it reminds him of the play, of opening night and how he'd felt when the kiss scene had come up; it reminds him a little fainter of Homecoming night, being close to him) but instead of talk there's lips and he curls his fingers against his thighs; those move up to Spada's neck as the former deepens the kiss, coaxing Luca's lips open, and when they part for breath not too long after he swallows the wetness in his mouth and tries to calm himself down. Spada's a little red around the edges (there's no fooling himself now) and Luca knows he's red (there's a familiar warmth spreading from the bottom of his stomach through the rest of his body and it makes him a little scared and a little thrilled) and it doesn't help when Spada grins and leans back nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just pressed his best friend against a wall and kissed him breathless.
“That's how you should kiss her.” And Luca feels himself nodding but he's definitely somewhere else; Spada can see it too and he yanks him away from the wall, just to snap him out of it. “You kiss her like that and she won't say no to you, you got that?”
Luca nods again and Spada gives him a friendly slap on the back and brushes his lips with the back of his hand, thinking; he looks at the chocolates as he does so and whistles soft and low, eliciting a confused look from Luca.
“These are some fancy chocolates, man. How much were they?”
“Um... Let's just say I'm probably going to hold off on buying books for a while...”
“Damn. They better be good for that price.”
Luca smiles for what feels like the first time in forever and nods, a guilty look in his eyes; Spada instantly knows that he's been snacking on them ever since Iria's rejection and chuckles at his answer.
“They are.”
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
27/365. for some dumbshit high school au.
Spada stops by Luca's house to, as usual, pick him up for school; the latter bounces out of the house with a box of chocolates in his hands, grinning, and it's only then that Spada remembers what day it is – free chocolate day. That isn't the official term, of course, but it's the only thing it means to him.
(When he had a girlfriend, it meant something different – but he doesn't want to think about it right now. It's too early for that kind of thing.)
And while he doesn't usually go to school (although, this year-- it's been a little different, maybe) Luca's begged him for three days straight to at least come today, and he agreed to it. The poor boy could use the moral support if he was gonna do what Spada thought he was gonna do. Luca confirms his suspicions by nodding shyly and smiling at the chocolates, a slight blush making its way onto his cheeks; Spada lets grin fall into place and slips his arm around Luca's shoulders, shaking him a bit.
“Good luck, man. If she's as tough as you say she is, then you're gonna need it.”
Luca laughs and doesn't shake off the arm, leaning against his a little and nodding again. He's too nervous to speak (nervous about the day and what he's going to do, not about Spada's arm about his shoulders) but he's happy, at least, which is all he could as for.
(All either of them could ask for, maybe.)
Luca's mood is completely flipped upside when Spada sees him next, though; after hunting almost all of lunch for his best friend he finds him against the wall, tucked in a corner with his legs drawn up to his chest and his arms looped around them, fingers pulling at frost-bitten grass and face hidden in his knees. He frowns and looks for a reason for this emotional one-eighty (finds it in the box of chocolates laying beside him, a little wet and a little torn at the edges) and settles in front of him, back against the wall and sighing. He takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his hair a little, letting the heel of his head rest on his forehead for a moment before he puts his hat back on and shakes Luca a little.
“Hey, man, cheer up. Just because she didn't take it from you this time doesn't mean she won't ever.”
“Except she said she'd never.”
The crack in Luca's voice makes Spada grits his teeth and shift closer, pulling Luca against his side and laying his cheek on his head. His thumb makes lazy circles on his shoulder as he searches for the words to say to make him stop crying and moping about; he can't find any, nothing that'd be right in this, so he just lets Luca lean on him until his eyes are much drier and the bell's already rung for the end of lunch. Neither of them make a move to get up, although Luca does shift a bit and frown at the noise, almost thinking of what it meant for him – apparently a skipped class isn't too bad (or maybe skipping that one wasn't) and he settles again. His fingers make their way over to the box of chocolates and he tugs it closer, a calm scramble to get a better grip on it, and he only moves away from Spada to hold it out to him.
“You, um... you must've gotten a lot of chocolates today, so I guess mine's nothing special, but... um... here...”
Spada accepts it quietly, looking at the red, heart-shaped box; a slow, wolfish smile pulls at his lips and he tries not to let his unease at a sudden burst of feelings show. Maybe he's still a better actor than he thinks because Luca doesn't notice; he just sees the smile and blushes a little, as if he's expecting what's coming next and trying to think of words to get out of it.
“I ain't gonna turn down a confession from you, Luca.”
Luca gives a start; he'd been expecting it, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing.“I-I wasn't-- th-that's not--”
“I know, I know,” he presses his lips to the silver hair, feeling Luca shake a little, “I was just teasin' you.”
Luca hesitates for a moment and looks up; the seconds tick by and he pulls away, licking his lips and shifting out of Spada's arms. Spada's legitimately surprised; he presses his fingers to his lips and licks them, rubbing his bottom lip and furrowing his brow. Even chaste, he hadn't expected a kiss from Luca; Luca's looking a little shocked himself, so maybe he hadn't expected to give him one, either. It's not a real kiss (not one that Spada'd constitute as a kiss) and so it doesn't really mean anything (although the suddenly too many words filling up his mind say otherwise) and when he thinks like that he loosens up and stands up, fingering the edge of the box and grinning.
“If you think you're gonna get Iria with a kiss like that, then you've got another thing comin'.” That's what he hears himself say and Luca frowns at it, stepping to the side and closer to the wall. He shakes his head - “I won't kiss her like that-- I'd, um, do something else--” - and all but drops his thoughts when Spada's free hand cages him against the wall (and it reminds him of the play, of opening night and how he'd felt when the kiss scene had come up; it reminds him a little fainter of Homecoming night, being close to him) but instead of talk there's lips and he curls his fingers against his thighs; those move up to Spada's neck as the former deepens the kiss, coaxing Luca's lips open, and when they part for breath not too long after he swallows the wetness in his mouth and tries to calm himself down. Spada's a little red around the edges (there's no fooling himself now) and Luca knows he's red (there's a familiar warmth spreading from the bottom of his stomach through the rest of his body and it makes him a little scared and a little thrilled) and it doesn't help when Spada grins and leans back nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just pressed his best friend against a wall and kissed him breathless.
“That's how you should kiss her.” And Luca feels himself nodding but he's definitely somewhere else; Spada can see it too and he yanks him away from the wall, just to snap him out of it. “You kiss her like that and she won't say no to you, you got that?”
Luca nods again and Spada gives him a friendly slap on the back and brushes his lips with the back of his hand, thinking; he looks at the chocolates as he does so and whistles soft and low, eliciting a confused look from Luca.
“These are some fancy chocolates, man. How much were they?”
“Um... Let's just say I'm probably going to hold off on buying books for a while...”
“Damn. They better be good for that price.”
Luca smiles for what feels like the first time in forever and nods, a guilty look in his eyes; Spada instantly knows that he's been snacking on them ever since Iria's rejection and chuckles at his answer.
“They are.”