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metamorphosis2012-02-22 12:15 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-02-22 12:15 pm
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Title: thin ice
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
50/365. dumbshit high school au i guess.
It's a long winter this year; despite February ceding into March, there's still frost on the ground and ice on the ponds and rivers outside of Regnum, and there's an unusual bite to the air. He's dressed warmly – mittens, scarf, a thick coat, the works – when he steps out of his house and despite the flutter of anticipation and raw worry in his chest he heads out to meet Spada at the end of the road, exchanging smiles and leaving the whitened city. The only extra thing Spada's bothered to put on is a windbreaker, and he laughs at Luca for having as many layers as he does. Luca opens his mouth to retort when a bag's thrust into his arms; he frowns a little and peeks into it, feeling a wave of confusion sweep over him at the pair of ice skates. There's no explanation offered for it – at least, not until they get to one of the frozen ponds and it clicks in his mind before Spada has to say a word.
“I-Isn't the ice a little thin for this?” He asks tersely, kneeling down by the ice's edge to stare at it and lay his mitten against. He looks up at Spada for an answer and gets a shake of his head in reply, along with a grin.
“Not all the way around. There're bound to be some thin spots, especially in the middle, but the rest of it's fine. Put 'em on and let's skate a little.”
Luca doesn't bother to tell him that he doesn't actually know how to skate; he just sighs and puts on the ice skates, feeling a pleasant warmth when they fit perfectly. It can't be that hard to skate anyway, right? He stands shakily and clops his way through the snow and delicately steps onto the ice, pushing himself off and screaming when he slides and loses his balance. He closes his eyes, expecting the cold smack of ice against his cheek, and peeks open an eye, thoroughly surprised, when he doesn't. There's a arm around his middle, supporting him, and he realizes with a small jolt it's Spada. They coast along the ice together, Luca adjusting after a moment to stand up straighter and try to skate his own weight around while keeping a tight grip on his temporary instructor. Spada chuckles against his ear as they sweep in an arc so they don't crash into the snowbank, then lets him go.
Luca instinctively holds out his arm for balance, letting them fall to his sides once he realizes he's fine and that they should be used for better purposes. He folds him behind his back and gingerly skates himself back to Spada, grinning when he manages it without falling over and widening his eyes when he realizes he doesn't know how to stop.
He crashes into Spada and into a snowbank, shuddering at the queer mix of warm body heat and freezing snow. He sits up and smiles apologetically at him, shifting off and brushing the snow out of their hair.
“Sorry. You should've taught me how to stop first.”
“I think you did a fine job stoppin'. Don't crash into your partner the next time though, unless you got plans to pin Iria to the ground and --”
“S-Shut up! It... It isn't like that.”
“She still givin' you trouble? Man, and I thought you were dumb.”
Luca frowns at him and shoves snow down his jacket, laughing when Spada swears and stands up to shake it out. The laughter doesn't last long; Spada returns the favor until they're chasing each other on the ice with snow in their hands, chucking snowballs and trying to swerve close enough to the other to shove some down their shirts. Luca sails a little close to the middle at one point, skirting along thin ice and Spada feels a flash of panic rise up in him as he turns and reaches out to grab Luca's hand. He grabs it just in time to pull the clumsy bookworm against him as the ice snaps and sinks into the cold ice, and they skate backwards slowly, holding onto each other. Luca sighs in relief and rubs the tears from his eyes, feeling the cold sting of ice crystals in them. Spada frowns down at him and shakes him a little, jerking his head towards the center of the pond.
“Didn't I say there was bound to be thin ice 'round the middle? Watch where you're skatin' next time.”
Luca nods after a moment, glancing at the spot and licking his lips. They're chapped and cracking from the cold winter air, and his tongue stings them almost as much as the temperature. “I understand.”
“Good.” Spada lets him go and looks at the sky, tilting his head at it and nodding towards Regnum. “It's gettin' late. You should head home.”
“Aren't you coming?” Luca sails a little ways away, feeling confusion wash over him when Spada shakes his head and stretches, his arms over his head.
“Nah, not for a while yet. You be safe on the way home, aight?”
Luca nods again and gives him one last look before he switches his skates for shoes and clops home, holding the former by the strings and swinging them by his side.
Characters: Luca Milda, Spada Belforma
Rating: G
50/365. dumbshit high school au i guess.
It's a long winter this year; despite February ceding into March, there's still frost on the ground and ice on the ponds and rivers outside of Regnum, and there's an unusual bite to the air. He's dressed warmly – mittens, scarf, a thick coat, the works – when he steps out of his house and despite the flutter of anticipation and raw worry in his chest he heads out to meet Spada at the end of the road, exchanging smiles and leaving the whitened city. The only extra thing Spada's bothered to put on is a windbreaker, and he laughs at Luca for having as many layers as he does. Luca opens his mouth to retort when a bag's thrust into his arms; he frowns a little and peeks into it, feeling a wave of confusion sweep over him at the pair of ice skates. There's no explanation offered for it – at least, not until they get to one of the frozen ponds and it clicks in his mind before Spada has to say a word.
“I-Isn't the ice a little thin for this?” He asks tersely, kneeling down by the ice's edge to stare at it and lay his mitten against. He looks up at Spada for an answer and gets a shake of his head in reply, along with a grin.
“Not all the way around. There're bound to be some thin spots, especially in the middle, but the rest of it's fine. Put 'em on and let's skate a little.”
Luca doesn't bother to tell him that he doesn't actually know how to skate; he just sighs and puts on the ice skates, feeling a pleasant warmth when they fit perfectly. It can't be that hard to skate anyway, right? He stands shakily and clops his way through the snow and delicately steps onto the ice, pushing himself off and screaming when he slides and loses his balance. He closes his eyes, expecting the cold smack of ice against his cheek, and peeks open an eye, thoroughly surprised, when he doesn't. There's a arm around his middle, supporting him, and he realizes with a small jolt it's Spada. They coast along the ice together, Luca adjusting after a moment to stand up straighter and try to skate his own weight around while keeping a tight grip on his temporary instructor. Spada chuckles against his ear as they sweep in an arc so they don't crash into the snowbank, then lets him go.
Luca instinctively holds out his arm for balance, letting them fall to his sides once he realizes he's fine and that they should be used for better purposes. He folds him behind his back and gingerly skates himself back to Spada, grinning when he manages it without falling over and widening his eyes when he realizes he doesn't know how to stop.
He crashes into Spada and into a snowbank, shuddering at the queer mix of warm body heat and freezing snow. He sits up and smiles apologetically at him, shifting off and brushing the snow out of their hair.
“Sorry. You should've taught me how to stop first.”
“I think you did a fine job stoppin'. Don't crash into your partner the next time though, unless you got plans to pin Iria to the ground and --”
“S-Shut up! It... It isn't like that.”
“She still givin' you trouble? Man, and I thought you were dumb.”
Luca frowns at him and shoves snow down his jacket, laughing when Spada swears and stands up to shake it out. The laughter doesn't last long; Spada returns the favor until they're chasing each other on the ice with snow in their hands, chucking snowballs and trying to swerve close enough to the other to shove some down their shirts. Luca sails a little close to the middle at one point, skirting along thin ice and Spada feels a flash of panic rise up in him as he turns and reaches out to grab Luca's hand. He grabs it just in time to pull the clumsy bookworm against him as the ice snaps and sinks into the cold ice, and they skate backwards slowly, holding onto each other. Luca sighs in relief and rubs the tears from his eyes, feeling the cold sting of ice crystals in them. Spada frowns down at him and shakes him a little, jerking his head towards the center of the pond.
“Didn't I say there was bound to be thin ice 'round the middle? Watch where you're skatin' next time.”
Luca nods after a moment, glancing at the spot and licking his lips. They're chapped and cracking from the cold winter air, and his tongue stings them almost as much as the temperature. “I understand.”
“Good.” Spada lets him go and looks at the sky, tilting his head at it and nodding towards Regnum. “It's gettin' late. You should head home.”
“Aren't you coming?” Luca sails a little ways away, feeling confusion wash over him when Spada shakes his head and stretches, his arms over his head.
“Nah, not for a while yet. You be safe on the way home, aight?”
Luca nods again and gives him one last look before he switches his skates for shoes and clops home, holding the former by the strings and swinging them by his side.